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sanjisboyfie · 2 months

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choso's boyfriend meeting little brother yuji!

requested muahhh

modern au! pairing is obbbvvsss choso x male reader <333

-> i actually also don't care if you think choso is out of character ebcause this is how i perceive him and hwo i perceive him is the actual correct way because i am actually gege <333!! + very much fluffy a lot of fluff, i think this is a very cute thing ive written for the public to read

choso was sweating bullets. the collar of the shirt he was wearing suddenly felt as if it was suffocating him and choking him out. his palms were sweating profusely and the grip he had on the steering wheel was almost slipping beneath him. his usual pale complexion had turned red and it wasn’t clear if it was because he was flustered, nervous, or feeling sickly…maybe it was all three.

now, what would prompt such a reaction from a man like choso? usually calm, collected, and responsible choso. the answer was his boyfriend and little brother were finally going to meet. his baby brother yuji, who meant the absolute world to him, was going to meet the love of his life. okay, granted the two of you had only been dating for seven months, but choso was confident he was the only man for him. he lived and breathed for this man! to think someone as special as his lover is meeting his little brother, who is someone tremendously special to choso…it strikes such an anxiety in him he can’t even explain.

what if the two of you hated each other? what if yuji didn’t approve of him? the boy was still young so what if he didn’t understand why his big brother was dating another boy. god, did choso have to have a really awkward conversation with him?

choso almost pulled over to vomit his nerves out.

but thankfully, he arrived at his beloved’s house and was greeted with his handsome grinning face. the perfect nerve relief for choso. he rushed out of his driver’s side, going over to the passenger side and greeting him with a firm kiss.

instantly, the action was reciprocated and the two were standing there practically making out for a good minute. [name] finally pulled away, softly tapping choso’s cheek and grinning ear to ear, “are you excited? i can’t wait to meet lil yuji, aw, he’s just so cute in all the photos you’ve showed me,”

choso can only weakly chuckle, not wanting to kill [name]’s excitement with his nerves. instead, he just silently opens the passenger door and gently closes it once his boyfriend is secure inside. once they’re both sat down, choso’s hand instinctively reaches for his, squeezing tight as the two begin their drive back to choso’s household.

“he’s just so cute, i can’t wait to pinch his cheeks,” the man beside the brooding choso gushes, looking at photos of yuji on his phone.

“he’s not a baby,” choso weakly laughs, “he’s already five, i don’t think he’d like you pinching his cheeks like some kid,”

“he is a kid, though, an adorable one at that!” the giddy grin on his face eventually infects choso, who can only smile to himself. “what should i talk about with him…i can’t think of much a senior in high school would have in common with a kid that small,”

“just be yourself and he’ll find something to entertain himself and you with, he’s really hyper active like that,” choso advises, shrugging his shoulders to loosen up his nerves, “he really is into his comics nowadays, though,”

[name] hums in interest, scooting over in his seat to be closer to his boyfriend. without warning, he kisses choso’s cheek with a mischievous grin. the reaction is instant, choso’s face bursting red and the car jolting ever so slightly from the pleasant surprise.

“you’re so nervous, baby, everything is going to be fine,” [name] comments, playing with the raven hair at the base of choso’s neck (only making the blush on his face deepen further), “i’m sure me and yuji are going to get along splendidly! don’t think i’m not gonna try impressing him either, i want him to like me.”

“you don’t have to do that…” choso mumbles, feeling incredibly embarrassed and flustered.

“i am going to, though. i know how much he means to you, i won’t mess this up, promise!”

another peck to choso’s cheek has him somewhat relaxing as he holds tightly onto his hand.

“yuji, this is [name], say hello,” choso says, catching his brother that immediately ran to him. he carried him up so that he was resting on his hip, the small child able to see [name] at eye level.

“hi [name]!” yuji excitedly calls out, happy to see a possible friend, “i like your hair!” he confidently compliments, lips stretched in the most adorable grin. it took all of [name]’s self restraint to not pick the kid up and smother him in love and affection.

“thanks, lil man,” [name] grins, “i like yours too, it’s a cool color!”

yuji frowns, shaking his head, “i want my hair to be red, it’d be cooler!!”

“you like red, yuji?”

an adament nod was the only answer he needed. choso breathes a sigh of relief at the fluidity of the conversation, realizing that he probably had nothing to worry about. for the rest of the day, the three never separated. [name] made sure to entertain yuji, exaggerating his reactions to whatever lil yuji said, but it was still endearing and genuine.

“i’ll get us some snacks,” choso says, placing yuji from off his lap and onto the couch cushion near [name]. the older man made sure to watch carefully so yuji didn’t get too close to the edge.

yuji looked at the back of his older brother, waiting until he was out of sight before tugging on the collar of [name]’s shirt. the man was shocked at the sudden action, but before he could say anything a tiny hand covered his mouth.

“shhh!!” yuji loudly shushed, his spit ricocheted onto [name]’s cheek. the man grimaced and wiped it away and made sure to show he was silent when he did. “are you the one aniki has been talking about?” then yuji lowered his voice into a very low whisper, “his booyyfriienndd?”

[name] blinked in surprise, expecting anything but that. before he could deflect the question, knowing choso probably wanted to be the one to formally tell the news to yuji, the pink haired boy placed his hand on his mouth again.

“shhh!! not too loud!” [name] didn’t bother explaining that he didn’t even say anything, only nodded his head, “he’s always talking about a boy, is it you? or no?”

innocent yuji who knew much more than he let on, [name] almost laughed at the revelation.

“aniki thinks i don’t understnad, but since i’m a big boy i’m smart, so i do,” yuji says, a proud grin on his face as he not so subtly complimented himself.

“well, how about this-” yuji loudly shushed [name] again, making the man lower his tone, “sorry. why don’t we ask him when he gets back?”

“hmm, okay,” yuji whispers, looking side to side as if the two were conspiring a big secret plan, “i’ll do the talking,”

“yes, sir,” [name] grinned, saluting yuji, who nodded his head in satisfaction.

“aniki, is [name] your boyfriend?”

the way yuji asked the question made [name] cover his mouth to hold back his laughter, almost keeling over the couch when he saw the look on choso’s face.

“uhm…” choso’s deep voice sounded awkward and uncomfortable, not expecting his little brother to be so aware of something like that. he doubts that his boyfriend would mention it, only because he knows how much he respected his want to tell his own little brother. so to imagine yuji got the idea of what a boyfriend was on his own made choso flustered.

“it’s an easy question,” yuji sighs, looking tired of choso’s hesitance. the kid was not patient by any means and [name] could respect his bluntness.

choso goes to sit next to yuji, making the little kid sit in between the two.

“he is my boyfriend, yuji, and i like him a lot,” choso says slowly, reaching over and grabbing [name]’s hand and offering him a sweet smile. yuji seems unpleased, though, with the way he was now pouting. his chubby arms were crossed over the other.

and he looked like he was very seriously thinking about something.

“but aren’t you supposed to love him?”

now choso was resisting the urge to facepalm and hide his blushing red face. [name] blinked slowly, glancing between choso and yuji with a semi-nervous look on his face. yuji was curiously looking at his older brother, not at all reading the signs that the couple in front of him were very nervous.

“do you not love him, aniki?”

choso sputtered, immediately shouting, “i do love him! i do, yuji,” he tells his brother, then panickily looking at [name]. “i love him a lot…”

yuji clapped, squishing choso’s cheeks together with the pudgy hands and grinning ear to ear, “aniki is in love! he’s gonna get cooties!” he screeches, but there is nothing but excitement and happiness in his voice. choso’s face, that was still squished in between his younger brother’s hands, was burning deep, deep red.

finally deciding to save his boyfriend, [name] picked yuji up by his underarms and placed him on his lap. he scooted into the now empty seat next to choso and covered yuji’s eyes with his hand (almost covering the entire child’s face…).

“i love you, too,” choso flinched at the confession, turning stiff when he felt a pair of lips on top of his own.

yuji began screeching, apparently wanting to see what was behind [name]’s hand and kicking his feet in the air. [name] smiled into the kiss, making choso break out of his stupor and finally kiss back.

“i love you too, choso,” [name] whispered, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away and uncovering his hand from yuji’s face.

choso was unable to converse normally for a couple of minutes, just hiding his face in his hand while the other one was limply holding onto [name]’s under the covers of the blanket.

[name] got them all comfortable for a movie to watch, settling in the middle with yuji cuddling into his side and choso hugging his other.

as yuji began dozing off, feeling tired from doing oh-so much in the day, choso finally turned his body to [name] and sincerely spoke, “i love you so much, thank you for being the best boyfriend ever,”

[name] bit back a grin, pinching choso’s cheek, “oh shut up, i love you more, babe. can’t believe it took your little brother annoying it out of you to finally say it,” he teased, finding the new blush that spread on his face to be adorable.

“i wanted to say it ever since we started dating but didn’t want to scare you,” choso said under his breath, not loud enough for [name] to hear. the h/c haired man turned to him with a pout, tilting his head at what he didn’t hear. but choso just smiled and shook his head, caressing the base of his neck and softly squeezing, “nothing.”

shrugging it off, [name] just snuggled back onto choso’s chest as he continued rubbing up and down yuji’s back.

BONUS : TEEN YUJI INTERACTING WITH CHOSO AND [NAME]

“choso!”

“how dare you call me that?! i am your older brother!”

“cho-so!” yuji emphasized the syllable, putting his hands in the air and waving them around in an exaggerated manner.

“why are you acting like this?!” choso cried out, absolutely infuriated with his little brother’s antics.

“you said i could hang out with [name] after school — guess what, it’s after school! and now what, you suddenly have a date with him?!”

“he’s my boyfriend!?”

“okay, he’s my friend!”

”you didn’t even know him until i started dating him, don’t be a brat, yuji itadori!”

“and now i’m the brat?! what do you think [name] is gonna say when i tell him this?!”

“why are you snitching on me to him?! can’t you be a mature person for once?!”

“you’re the one that’s ignoring me and [name]’s plans! i told you like yesterday!”

“oh my god, i don’t want to hear this right now,” choso said, hans on his hips as he began walking to the front door, “hang out with him another time, yuji, seriously.”

“no way!—”

“why are you guys yelling so loud i can hear you from outside?!”

the door slammed open and choso and yuji stilled in their brawl. yuji was choking out choso from the back while the older brother was desperately trying to smack yuji’s face.

“he’s not letting me hang out with you!”

“he wants to cancel our date!”

[name] blinked, wondering what the hell he just walked into and wondering if he could just walk out and pretend as if he never saw this.

“okay, well…”

“take my side!” the two shouted in unison, making [name] flinch at the sudden yell and rub his forehead in stress.

he began wondering exactly what family did he get himself into.

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thedevilsoftruth · 5 months

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Every inch of you

Pariring: ( COMIC ) Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Afab reader

Summary; You're driving back home after having your honey moon with Marc and your family is waiting back at home for your arrival but none of Marc's alters seem to want to take their hands off you.

Warning: This is just pure smut, its just straight up porn. Inaccurate depictions of DID, unprotected piv ( don't try this at home) dacryphilla, spanking, car sex, Jake being mean to the reader, several orgasms, cream pie, MDNI!!

Notes: Finding comic Jake Lockley or Steven Grant smut is like rare so i decided i would step up and make this. They're based on their characters in the comics, so Steven isn't british and Jake doesn't speak Spanish here, ( because he doesn't speak Spanish in comics and it's just easier on me bc I don't speak the language and don't want to offend fluent speakers) sorry mcu fans lol. ENJOY!

" S-Steven I'm almost there.. " You moaned out to your lover, grinding yourself against him in the driver's seat of his black Tesla. He watched you move against him pathetically, smiling at you devilishly.

" Go ahead, babe. But the boys say they want turns with you. " He rested one hand on your hip, his other right in between your bodies, his thumb rolling around your clit.

The thought of Steven switching to Marc or even worse, Jake, was horrific. Marc wasn't as bad as Jake but every time Jake had the chance to get inside you, he tore you apart like a piece of paper.

You buried your face Into the crook of Stevens neck, breathing in his minty scent and moaning chants of his name. He ran a hand down your back and started grinding into you at a steady rhythm.

" Dont let Jake be too rough with me, " you panted in his ear. He hummed In response, increasing his speed and finally hitting your sweet spot. Your face contorted in pure bliss and your lips let out a choir of endless pants and moans.

" I can't make promises i cant keep, princess. " he chuckled, kissing your shoulder and breathing into your skin.You bit your lip and let out an orgasmic moan, feeling him getting just to the right spot.

" Oh, f-fuck. R-right there, Steven! " You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders for dear life as he hit that same spot repeatedly, never changing his rhythm.

" Like that? " He asked, his usual gravelly voice changing to Marc's clear voice, letting you know he switched. All you could do was whimper and nod in response, to which he took well, pulling his hips back before thursting forward into your heat.

The windows in Steven's Tesla were fogging up, the inside of the car becoming hot with both of your ragged breathing. There wasn't anyone around in the empty parking lot he had parked in, the gas station nearby was completely closed and it was in the middle of no where, basically. All four of you knew you had to get back home soon and that your family was waiting for you, but Steven just couldn't resist you in that dress. Plus, you had just gotten back from your honey moon with them.He could just tell everyone you ran into bad traffic, right?

" Oh, Marc... so good. So, so good. " You moaned, craning your head back and grabbing onto the steering wheel from behind you. You sunk your bottom lip into your mouth as you felt waves of pleasure overtaking you, his cock buried into the deepest parts of you and his thumb still rubbing circles around your sensitive bud.

With one last long moan from your lips and one last thrust of his hips, you came undone all over him finally, your body quivering.

" Good girl, making a pretty little mess around me.. Oh, look at you." Marc cooed, swiping a drop of your milky white come off his shaft and licking it with his thumb. He leaned in and gave you a soft peck on your lips before you fell limp over his body.

" We should get going, baby. " You took a glance at the infotainment system and saw the same read 12:38 AM. A low groans errupted from Marc's chest and he pinched your thighs, making you yelp in surprise.

" But I'm not done with you. " He murmured against your ear, his voice deeper and more commanding than usual. You had forgotten about him.

" Go to the back. " Jake said, raising his big hand and giving your ass a slap. Those simple four words were enough to make you shake, especially hearing it from him.

" but it's getting late--"

" I won't repeat myself. " He snarled, slapping your ass again, this time harder. You quickly obliged, giving up your fight because you knew he was never going to agree. You climbed into the soft, black seats and layed down for him, allowing him to crawl on top of you. You automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming him back into your slick entrance and letting him capture your lips again.

" You have to do a better job at listening to me, princess. " He whispered harshly in your ear, rolling his hips against yours slowly, taking full advantage of your wetness. You averted your gaze from his intense eyes scanning your body. Your bottom lip trembled, knowing this would only be the beginning.

Jake grabbed your neck and forced your gaze back on him.

" okay? And you look at me when I fuck you, understand? " He hissed and gave your cheek a smack, his thrusts becoming faster amd harsher. His eyes glittered dangerously and you gulped, nodding quickly, your hands clutching the sides of the seat tightly.

" Y--yes, Jake. " you whimpered, barley even able to speak or look at him straight. A low hum came up his throat and he smirked.

" Good girl, so good for me. " he purred, his voice laced with dominance and desire. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down your spine as he slammed his hips against yours, the force reverberating through your body. Your breath hitched at the sudden impact, the pleasure intermingling with a hint of pain, driving you to the edge of ecstasy. He brought his greedy hands underneath your shirt, his calloused fingers fondling with your breast gently.

Jake's touch, though possessive and demanding, held a seductive tenderness. His hand caressed your breast with a skillful touch, his thumb teasing your hardened nipple. Waves of pleasure coursed through your veins, electrifying every nerve ending in your body. The feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of him buried inside you. Your back arched instinctively, craving more of his touch, aching for the release that only he could give you.

His lips trailed hot kisses along your jawline, nipping at your sensitive skin.You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin brushing against yours as he moved with an agressive rhythm, driving you closer to the edge of oblivion.

" Oh, Jake... f-fucking hell, so good!" You moaned, throwing your head back, feeling him inside you so deep that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He leg go of your breast and used that hand to rub your throbbing clit and further stimulate you. You bit your lip to contain your moans and threw your hand at the window, trying to get ahold of anything for support.

" Yeah? You like that?" Jake growled, his voice heavy with desire as he continued to thrust into you with an intensity that not even Marc would dare to match. Each movement of his hips sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire that burned hotter and hotter with each passing second.

Jake's hand grasped your neck, his grip firm but not suffocating, shaking you slightly. Everying about him seemed to turn you on; The dominance in his touch, the way he controlled every aspect of your pleasure. it all sent shivers down your spine and a surge of arousal straight to your core. You were completely at his mercy, surrendering yourself to his insatiable hunger. And the both of you fucking loved it. He loved watching you writhe, whimper and beg for him beneath him; loved knowing that he could make you do that.

" Jake, almost there again--s-slow down. " You choked out, tapping his wrist gently but he was too busy losing himself to seeing you so fucked out of your mind.

" Hmm? what was that, baby? Go faster? " He teased, his words striking you straight to your core and making you whimper. He lossened his grip around your neck a little tear ran down your cheek. He pulled his hips back and the straight forward, back and forth back and forth, hitting that spot you so badly needed him to hit again.

" Jake... Jake, please. " You cried, tears of pure bliss running down your cheeks and your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

" God its that good, aint it? So good it makes you fucking cry. " he laughs darkly, withdrawing his hand from your neck and wiping away your tears. All you could do was moan and nod.

" Yes, yes, oh god. " You mumbled, biting your lips hard as you tried to control your moans. Your fingers clenched his broad shoulders tight and your toes curled in pure ecstacy. He curled his fist into your scalp and growled.

" I want to hear you scream my name." He snarled, using his free hand to throw your quivering leg above his shoulder to deepen his thrusts. You gasped loudly and threw your head back into the leather seat, your nails digging into his skin.

" Say it, baby. I'm so far gone. " He whispered angrily, feeling himself coming to the edge of spilling inside you. You were also building up your high, your insides burning for that release. His cock slammed against your sweet spot persistently, and you were sure it would be any second before you came all over him again.

" Oh fuck, Jake, don't fucking stop! " the moans you were relasing were just straight up pornographic at that point, your face scrunching up in nothing but ecstasy.

" Louder. " He said, pushing himself as far as he could inside you.

" Dont stop, Jake! " and just hearing that made him release ropes of his milky white orgasm into your quivering cunt. The both of you were left simply panting, but he wasn't done.

" Tell me when, baby. " he said, giving you a couple fast thrusts before slowing down his pace a bit. You groaned loudly, the feeling of his release inside you and him still going was phenomenal. And then--

" S-stop. " You said, patting his chest. He nodded and stopped, pulling out halfway and feeling you release all over his length.

" Oh, so good. " he said, fully pulling out and watching your hips jerking involuntarily as you tried to recover. He smiled at you warmly and gave you a kiss.

" such a good girl, my good girl. " he said, running his finger through your hair as he looked down at you lovingly.

" what time is it? " You choked out. He lifted his right wrist and checked his apple watch.

" 1:20 AM " He murmured. it was probably going to take another hour to take back home and you were exhausted.

" okay whos driving? "

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eleni-cherie · 8 months

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.2

"so eager to be in a headlock again?" "only if it's by you." he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Seoul, South Korea

Soyeon blew out a long sigh before taking a sip from her iced coffee. It felt odd to be back in Seoul after three weeks. Weeks of feeling terrified and anxious when now everything seemed back to normal. As if any of the previous incidents had never happened. A strange thought. Like a fever dream.

Her eyes wandered out to the people passing by on the street. It was a mild summer day, most going out for a walk or to meet friends. And she wondered if and how Arabella was planning to find her. Recalling their last conversation on the phone in the restrooms of the italian police station.

"They'll be flown out to Seoul tomorrow." Arabella hummed, going silent then and Soyeon thought she had hung up, when she spoke up again. "What about you?" "I'll have to give my testimony. Hope they can arrest that jerk.." she scoffed, "And after that, agent Jeon assured me I could fly back to Korea with them. After all, I don't have any papers with me to get back otherwise.." "Alright." "They'll escape won't they?" "I don't think they'll try." Soyeon frowned. "W-what? Will they just stay arrested and fac-"

"No, no. Obviously they'll flee," Arabella laughed, "But if they're smart, which Yoongi and Taehyung are, I guess my idiot as well, they'll do it when they're back in Seoul. It wouldn't make sense to escape now and try getting back to Taiwan from there. They'd be more obstacles with pops being on their tail. The smart move would be for them to do it in Korea, which is way closer to Taiwan and has direct connections." The younger woman hummed understanding. If put like that, it made indeed sense. And Arabella was supposedly a thief as well, or had been, so she should know more than her.

"No need to worry," Arabella said then, "I'll fly out to Seoul myself. I'm sick of sitting here idle and missing out on all the fun anyway, so I'll help them get out."

"A-aren't you afraid of getting caught as well?"

Arabella clicked her tongue almost offended at the insinuation. "Please, I'm not a noob like them!" Soyeon pursed her lips, unsure if she was going to regret her next move. "C-could I come with you?" "You mean in bailing the guys out? Absolutely not. You're unexperienced." She wasn't able to argue with that and yet, she tried to. "I know.. but I feel miserable. They're only in this situation because of me. Obviously I'd let you professional take care of the difficult stuff, but.. but.." Her jaw clenched when thinking about Yoongi's expression when she'd last seen him. Those glum eyes. And him being in a cell now like a criminal. She knew he technically was one, been one in the past. But he wasn't one to her. He was much more to her than that. "If I can help in any way, even if only a little bit.."

"I could think of a way.." Arabella contemplated then with a sigh, "But just to be clear, if Yoongi gets angry at me for getting you involved, it was your fault. You were persistent and demanded to be part of it, not letting me any choice. Got it?" Soyeon's eyes lit up. "Yeah, yes, of course!" "Alright, see you in Seoul then." "W-wait, where should we meet?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll find you."

And with that she hung up. Leaving Soyeon perplexed back.

She took another sip, taking her phone out and going to her photo gallery. She didn't feel like returning home yet. Getting adjusted to work again was already hard, but then staying in her lonely apart was almost insufferable. A sentimental feeling overtaking her as she scrolled through her photos, stopping at the last one she had of her grandfather. He was attempting to smile, something he rarely did in photos. Not because he'd been a serious man, rather because he liked to appear like one. She giggled. That somehow reminded her of Yoongi. On the outside he seemed cool, calm, collected, but she had managed to catch a glimpse of his true nature. The warm, kind and caring side of his.

Her brows knitted together when a hot ache flowed threw her chest. She swiped away to another photo of her grandfather. It was of a photo from her grandmother's albums, showing her grandfather heaving little Soyeon up on one arm. Holding her high and smiling up at her. Yeah, she remembered, her grandfather used to do that when she was little. Carrying her around and holding her up, making her feel like a giant.

Tears started welling up in the corner of her eyes and she quickly wiped them away before anyone noticed. Deciding to lock the phone and swallow the lump in her throat down with another sip from her cold drink.

"Did something happen?" A voice behind her asked and she internally cursed, hoping the person didn't mean her, when suddenly the chair next to her was pulled out and a women with long dark hair and black eyeglasses sat down. Eyeing her suspiciously from above the glasses. "N-no, just remembered something. That's all," she quickly said, perplexed by the stranger. The woman hummed and Soyeon began wondering what she wanted from her, when it finally clicked. "Arabella?" "Yup, that's me." Her eyes widened. "How, how did you find me?" Arabella's lips pulled up into a grin as she shrugged nonchalantly. "I got my ways." She waved at someone then, soon another person appearing next to them much to Soyeon's surprise as she recognised them. "The doctor?" "Hey," the red-head smiled and sat down at the empty seat between them, "I see the wound's healing nicely." Cassandra pointed at her forehead to which the younger girl smiled, nodding shyly. "Yes, thanks again." Soyeon's brows furrowed then. "W-what are you doing here, though?"

Cassandra playfully huffed, folding her arms in front of her puffed out chest. "Why? My husband also got caught after all! And besides, I always wanted to take part in a mission. Tae just never let me." She pouted then before grinning at Arabella, patting her shoulder. "That's why I convinced Bella here to let me help. We're forming a girls' gang now, bailing out our idiots!" The dyed-brunette only rolled her eyes. "'Convinced' is quite a light way to put it. You blackmailed me in saying you wouldn't give me a pda otherwise." She pointed at her belly and only then did Soyeon notice the bump. "Ah-ah, I said I would advice your doctor not to give you any." "Still blackmailing," Arabella whined, heaving a frustrated groan then and burried her face into her palms, "Tae and Yoongi will kill me if they see you two here, ugh." "I'm taking full blame, don't worry," her friend ensured her to which Soyeon quickly nodded. "M-me too!" She exhaled deeply, leaning back. "Fine.."

Soyeon raised her hand then as if she was in class. "Uhm , excuse me I got a question.." She pointed at Arabella's belly, "You're pregnant, right? Is it okay if y-" "It's totally fine," Arabella quickly dismissed her question with a wave of her hand, "Just because I'm pregnant people don't have to treat me with kid gloves. I won't do anything risky and besides -" She faced Cassandra then with a smirk. "We got the doc here after all, just in case." She grabbed a tablet out of her handbag then, switching it on. "Now let's get down to business." Soyeon raised her hand again, interrupting her once again with a shy grin. "I should probably tell you that I've to go to interpol tomorrow." Arabella frowned, setting the device down. "Why? Didn't they interrogate you in Italy already? " "Only about what went down in Taiwan and in Italy. Now they wanna ask me further questions about my grandpa, although I really don't know what I could possibly tell them.." Frankly, she knew less than they did about her grandfather's life as a thief.

Arabella hummed, that piece of information perhaps turning into something helpful. "What time exactly?" "T-they said they'd be out all day long. So 5pm." The professional among them contemplated for a moment, smirking then. "Right before their shift ends. Perfect. New plan then!"

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Yoongi was staring at the white wall in front of him. Stifling a sigh, he stretched his arms over his head. He could tell the sun was setting by the few streaks of light coming from the window. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours. When his eyes grew tired, he'd close them, otherwise he'd keep them on the white painted bricks. If he had his sword he'd just cut through the door with ease, but Seokjin had obviously confiscated it. So there wasn't much left but to stare and wait. There wasn't much else to do. He was alone with his thoughts.

It wasn't the first time they had been caught and sitting in different cells. And they always had a plan for this. However, considering they hadn't planned to ever see a custody cell again, he couldn't help but feel sullen. He was the one involved with Soyeon, not them. If Jimin and Taehyung wouldn't have joined, they wouldn't be there with him now.

Soyeon.

He wondered what she was doing right now. He had heard from Jungkook that they had also flown her back to Seoul.

He smiled to himself, being sure she was finally able to return to her normal life with this story being hopefully over. That had been their intention after all by luring interpol to Italy. They already had a case file on the younger Rossi, so it shouldn't have been a problem for them to do something against him now either. And they would, he was certain of it. He just hoped she could find her peace now and enjoy life again without any fears.

For a second he wondered if he should look for her after they get out, but he quickly dismissed that ridiculous thought. After all this traumatic experience, she probably didn't want to see anything or anyone that reminded her of it and he unfortunately counted among that. It was probably better this way anyway, even if he had retired of being a criminal and only got back because of this, he was probably not the right person for her. He bit his inner cheek, a mix of sorrow and relief spreading inside him. She deserved someone normal. Someone who wouldn't potentially drag her into this kind of situation again.

And besides, her real life was taking place in Seoul while he was forced to return to Taiwan. The two had no prospects from the beginning.

Yoongi never considered himself a lucky guy. The only good thing that had ever happened to him was meeting his two friends, but otherwise he'd never seen himself favoured by fortune. Although, the time he had spent with Soyeon, even if short, had felt like luck in a way.

Luck. Such a weird concept. He rarely truly understood it. So he accepted things for how they were. Perhaps it was some kind of karma for past mistakes. There'd been more than enough anyway.

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Arabella's plan was simple or at least not as complicated as it could be.

"There's a catch though," she explained as she eyed the other two women over Soyeon's coffee table. They had returned to her apartment to fully develop the plan and prepare for it and frankly, it was more convenient than sitting in a café. "From what I found out, they inaugurated a few new precautions for some reason. Like whoever enters or exists any area, even the archives and evidence storages, will be checked in case they're wearing a mask or other type of disguises. They literally pinch your cheeks to check. Another reason why I'll undertake the security room and gain access to the system, they obviously know my face. But that means you won't be able wearing a mask either." Cassandra's brown eyes widened and she gulped. "And how do I get in there then?"

"By me adding you into the database as a new employee. I'll access the personnel department's files and create a fake staff account for you." "But won't they find it weird if out of nowhere a new employee appears without them knowing?" "The trick is to act as if you belong there," Arabella winked, "If there's any issue, just say you just started and probably someone simply forgot to inform them. Remain persistent." "What if agent Kim, Blake or Jeon see me though? They know me." "They won't," she dismissed her with a smirk, "We'll do it during the late shift, after the field agents leave and none of the normal personnel is working."

Cassandra and Soyeon nodded eagerly, listening intently. Arabella smiled for a brief moment before continuing.

"The second new security measure is having to enter a specific code that changes every few hours to enter the basement area where the cells are located. But it shouldn't be too big of a deal to find out once I've hacked the security system." A frown spreading over her features then as something else was seemingly troubling her. "The other new thing is that they aren't in the normal cellblock like usually while waiting for trial, but in the isolated high-risk ones. Those have a seperate security system located somewhere in the basement, meaning I can't exchange the live camera recordings from there. Sure, my distraction tactic will possibly blur quite a lot, but there's still a good chance someone might catch you on tape while I won't be able to see that footage and possibly warn you. So I'm asking you again if you're indeed sure about participating in this." Her glance flickering to Soyeon, looking at her inquiringly. "I am," she said with no sign of hesitation, causing Arabella and Cassandra to exchange a look, before nodding.

"Alright, let's do this."

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Step one:

While Soyeon went for her anew interrogation, Arabella found her way inside by sneaking into an employee's car. In disguise, she engaged the man from the security control room in a flirty conversation, drugging him by sprinkling some rohypnol on his snack when he didn't pay attention. Taking control of the technical part and switching the live security footage with looping recordings, so no one would notice their little rescue mission, while also keeping an eye on the actual live footage, to warn the other two women if needed through their in-ear transmitters.

She also proceeded in creating two new employee accounts in the security system for Soyeon and Cassandra, the data matching to the two fake IDs she had already given them.

Step two:

Cassandra gor inside by pretending being an archive worker, having easier access to the evidence storage to get the guys' weapons this way. After a small encounter with an agent in the elevator, where she kept her cool, she headed to her designated area. Arabella told her the passcode and she passed the security check for disguises. Lying about having to check the evidence box of an old case that'd soon go to court to see if the content alligned with the list her 'supervisor' had given her. Finding the wanted objects in the weapon storage, she loaded the guns - having the needed knowledge from her husband who had insisted in teaching her how to use a gun just in case - and then hid them in a bag. Stuffing it into the vent Arabella instructed her to, pushing until it dropped down the vent into a lower level. After that was done, she retreated from the archive area and proceeded leaving the building from the staircase and emergency exit.

During these preparations, Soyeon was sitting in her interrogation, answering to all the agents' questions without leaking any suspicion.

Step three:

When the interrogation ended, Soyeon pretended leaving but actually went with Arabella's instructions to the storeroom in ground level where the vent ended. And after climbing up a shelf and opening it to get the bag out, she hid it into the cleaning trolly stored there. Changing into one of the cleaning uniforms hanging behind the door, she waited till the shift ended and most agents clocked out, before heading out with the trolly and the fake ID pinned on her chest. Entering the underground area using the security code Arabella told her and undergoing the check for any disguise herself.

The basement area was devided into two parts, to enter the second one where the guys were located at, Arabella initiated a small false alarm by starting the sprinklers, confusing the guards and getting them to go check for the cause. As soon as they left their positions, Soyeon took the bag and slipped through the gate to the second area. Immediately heading to the cellbocks the older girl had told her and quickly shoved their weapons through the barred door window. Returning to the first area and the abandoned trolly and Arabella ending the alarm.

Leaving the area by explaining she'd need to get extra help to clean up the wet floors while guards went to check on all the inmates.

Step four:

Soyeon left from the emergency exit. Arabella retreated then as well, as if nothing had happened and the two met in the parking lot where Cassandra waited for them in the car.

And the three set off.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Nicknames for You

-> Mighty Nein (+Essek) x GN!Reader

Notes: A Campaign 2 version of my Bell's Hells post. Once again, no one requested this, I just love doing the last one and it seems you guys did too!! 💜

Crown Keepers version 💚 Bell's Hells version 💙

~ Poet

Beau 💜

"Toots"

Laughs when you give her a half-hearted smack on the shoulder when she calls you this, able to quickly overpower you and hold your wrists out of swatting range. There's a teasing lilt in her voice as she suggests you give her a kiss to make her stop.

"Babe/Baby"

It's casual, an arm draping itself over your shoulder or a hand reaching for your elbow. She draws you close, eyes flicking rapidly all over you, trying to assess the injuries received after battling some douchebag bandits.

Relieved that it's nothing too serious, she rasps your name before letting herself hug you in front of the others. It's her sentimentality - the vulnerability - that she so desperately wants to ignore she has, but she simply can't when you're standing before her, breathing and alive.

"Copper piece"

It started off as a joke, when it was early on in your friendship and career as the Mighty Nein. Tight for coin, you insisted on keeping your coppers just as close as you kept silver and gold.

It's becomes your go-to undercover name when pulling off not so legal shenanigans. It sounds like some trashy detective title, and she facepalms when she says so because Nott and Jester are already dragging you away to help in their latest scheme.

Some days she just says "Copper," a reminder of a time before you both were joined at the hip, broke and still learning to trust. What was an unassuming mineral and nickname, becomes something important that's too valuable to lose. A metallic taste left on your tongue as you part from a kiss.

Caleb 💜

"Liebling"

A classic and reliable petname when he doesn't want to simply call you by your name. He does a double take and blinks comically should you reply in Zemnian, the familiarity of the language reminding him of better days. Often with a hesitant reach for your hand, only to pause, suddenly shy before you grip his tight.

"Dove"

Heart soaring, exciting, and new. Not a morning goes by that he wakes up next to you without feeling butterflies in his tummy or his lips already forming a smile when he sees you laying beneath the sheets at his side.

The floor is scattered with parchment and books, and the room smells of paper and sleep. He mutters as he presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, grumbling at the fact it is still too early to get up ("It is 5:37 precisely.") So he settles for throwing an arm over you torso and drawing you closer to him, mumbling the word before drifting off again.

"Charming"

It genuinely was a slip of the tongue before you even became an item. He wanted to be open with you, about how much he respects you and values your contributions to the party. But his heart ached and his skin felt flush under your gaze, and ended up confessing how endearing your character was.

It took even longer for him to admit his feelings, but once you both found your footing in the new territory as lovers, it became second nature to refer to you as one of the traits he first associated you with.

Throws in a few "Beautiful" "Lovely" or "Handsome" nicknames for sure. This man has spent so much time denying himself simple affection, thinking it was not only for his sake but for the sake of others. With you, after everything that's happened, he's able to learn to be comfortable and soft again.

Fjord 💜

"Lovebug"

People would swear that you're married from the way he looks at you, the way he shields you in battle or when he seems less self conscious of his tusks when sharing a giddy smile with you from across the room like a secret. He's asked by a stranger what's got him in a good mood and he simply says the loving nickname.

"Darl"

It seemingly came from nowhere at a random point on the Nein's journey. Shortly after reuniting following the Iron Shepherds situation, with the party one member short, he made the decision to not take life for granted. He was softer with you, tender even.

His hand on your shoulder, a thumb brushing away a tear sliding down your face and his voice but a whisper. And instead of calling you by your name, he calls you Darl, easing your mourning heart enough to stop crying and look at him with bloodshot eyes. He'll stay by you - he made a promise to.

"Captain"

There's salt in your eyes and sand in your hair, your skin is windburned and your knuckles are skinned, and your shirt is frayed at the cuffs, but there's no where else you'd rather be than at the bow of the ship. You're loosely gripping onto a rope, swaying as the breeze takes you somewhere far away and new, with the promise of adventure.

You look over your shoulder at him, standing proudly at the helm, natural and comfortable and in his element. He catches your eye and you grin, returning the little mock salute he sends your way before he mirrors your expression.

It's the way in which he tips his hat to you, holding the Captain's Cabin door open like a gentleman for a nightcap before turning in for the night, the colour that floods his cheeks when you kiss him briefly with a sigh. He removes the hat from his head with a slow reverence, and nestles it comfortably on your own.

Jester 💜

"Sweetie"

Puts on an old grandma type voice when she says this, patting you on the head or arm when she links hers with yours, her skirts flowing behind you. When she's conversing with the Traveler, she realises it's the only name he knows you by.

"Cutie"

She just has the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks and attack your face with flurries of affection. So she does, often in the presence of strangers without any shame.

She snuck up on you one day, freshly painted rouge lips at the ready. Before you could even comment on the lipstick, you were interrupted with smooches all across your chin, nose, forehead and mouth before she skipped away, cooing the name before you broke into a sprint after her.

"Cupcake"

There's an obvious theme here with tooth-rottingly sweet nicknames.

Whenever she partakes in the bakeries the Nein passes on their travels, you're often the one she drags along with her, oohing and ahhing at the muffin varieties and signature sweet recipes.

She shares every one she snacks on with you, offering a bite here, insisting you taste the frosting there, or keeping what's left for you in her pocket when you're busy somewhere else. She smears a bit on your nose, giggling with delight at your baffled expression.

Molly 💜

"Handsome"

Says it with a purr, a hand at your back when you least expect it. You can hear the smile in his voice, that shit-eating grin. Call him it back and his eyes light up, one of his sharper canines tugging into his bottom lip. His tail curls slightly, his fingers moving to tangle with your own.

"Darling"

Upon first meeting, he called many people both in and outside of his social circle this innocent nickname. But the closer he got to you, and the more the walls separating you began to crumble, it ended up being strictly assigned to you. In fact, many of his terms of endearment became reserved for you alone, often forgoing your real name and coming up with something else.

The tip of his nose is lightly pressed to your own. His hair is tangled, knotted where you thread your fingers through it, and his hands gently hold your waist. The only music to dance to is the distant thrum of the tavern downstairs, and his muttered lyrics of songs he didn't even know he knew. They're from another time, maybe one he'd rather forget.

"Angel" (x) (<- fic ref)

His body has lived through so much. He has been buried, crawled out from soil, found friends, fallen in love, fallen to his knees at the mercy of others, and now has woken up for the final time as Mollymauk Tealeaf, and will remain so for the rest of his days.

It's hard not to believe in some form of angel or personal valkyrie after the things he's endured, a lingering and comforting presence grounding him and helping him stand when he was bare, his tattooed flesh turned markless, and his thoughts confused.

He says it in the dark under the sheets when he dreams of you, when he takes his spot by your side at dinner, when you kiss his mouth and make his heart sing.

Nott/Veth 💜

"Treasure"

It's said in private, behind closed doors and when she's looking through the bits and bobs she's collected over the journey. She compares you to the shiny buttons and gemstones she keeps in her pockets, little riches she'll value above all else.

"Hottie"

There's bravado, a bit of holdness in her grin as she stares up at you, almost in a daze when you ask her what is she looking at. She sighs dreamily, resting her chin in her hands and acts like a swooning maiden.

Your face feels aflame when she gives your ass a playful smack before she charges into battle with her crossbow at the ready, but you settle for the encouragement with a laugh as you run after her.

"Peaches"

The best thing about being a travelling band of adventures is the vast lands and cities you come across and explore. There was one town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but farm land and fields of orchards - the origin of the nickname.

She's standing on your shoulders, hushing your worries as she swipes a couple of the juicy fruits from the branches overhead.

Of course, the moment you heard the farmer returning you bolted, holding her in your arms like a child. Back in town, she's feasting on the sweet fruit and holds up slices to your mouth, sharing the spoils with her partner (in crime).

Yasha 💜

"Goober"

Her face is flushed, and she's trying to not babble as you chuckle at her new attempt of a nickname. It ends up clumsy, childish, but so so endearing and you cannot help but reach up and kiss the tip of her nose and call her it back.

"My love"

A heart to heart moment, taking a long rest in a half burned down barn while it pours rain outside. The others are asleep and snoring, and she's a comforting, strong presence by the fire as the storm passes over you.

She's a bit nervous, agitated, hopeful that she's not reading into something that's not there. But when you take her hand in yours and lean into her toned arm, she lets out a sigh of relief, and perches her chin on the top of your head.

"Petal"

Soft and delicate, something she cherishes and keeps safe.

She's pressing flowers that you gave her into a new notebook, dating it and asking you to sign your name next to hers. Little things she wants to remember and to show her children, hold close to her heart and look after her long time spent wondering and wandering.

Her thumb brushes against your cheek, the setting sun's glare through the window highlighting your skin and the flora set to the side. The collection is forgotten the longer she looks at you.

Essek 💜

"Stranger"

It's reserved for after long periods of time spent apart, when you're wrapped up in his arms and cloak once more and he knows that you're safe. It's been too long, and a laugh is shared between you in a room with only a single candle to see.

"Heart"

He says it as a greeting when the Nein approach him, a simple flirtation when he addressed you for the first time, a hand on his chest in respect. You return the gesture, albeit mockingly, and it only sparks his curiosity further.

It soon developed to have a greater meaning as you got closer, combined with lingering looks and touches, a confessional letter you found in your pocket, and his attempt at remaining stoic when you confronted him about it later. You grip his collar, tugging him close and promise your affections already lie with him.

"Casanova"

It's classy, it's romantic, it's passionate~

He has your chin pinched between his fingers as you regard each other, huddled close in a quiet corner of the ballroom. His eyes are flicking to the side at your rejected suitors, but you bring his focus back to you with a purr of his name.

He calls you his smooth talker, the corners of his lips lifting into an all-knowing smirk. He leans in, suggesting a kiss, but intentionally moves past your lips and plants his own on your cheekbone instead. A tease. You'll get him back later.

Thanks for reading if you got this far, I hope you enjoyed 💜

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middle-earth-mythopoeia · 10 months

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1, 3, 6, 10, 13, 16

Thanks for the ask! I’m not sure whether to answer for the Silmarillion or LOTR, so maybe I’ll do both?

The character everyone gets wrong:

For LOTR, I answered this one way here, but there are a lot of other ways to answer it! I also think people get Elladan and Elrohir wrong. This may be a weird hill to die on because they’re small characters in the book, but I HATE how they’re represented in fanon. They’re made into carbon copies of the Harry Potter twins, who I already don’t like (ugh, I hate even mentioning Harry Potter here). I’m a twin myself, and I’m sick of twin characters being shoehorned into the goofy prankster role. It feels like a cheap attempt at comic relief because people don’t know how to write anything else. Especially when it’s just not how Elladan and Elrohir are represented in the book.

For the Silmarillion, I answered this one way here. I think the Weasley twin treatment also gets applied to Amrod and Amras, which is particularly nonsensical because the lives of all the Fëanorians are all extremely dark and tragic (the whole Silmarillion is tragic!). I get that sometimes people want to write happy, funny fanfiction, but can we please let go of the twins-as-wacky-pranksters trope?

Description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr:

For LOTR, I answered this another way here. But I wasn’t even thinking of another worst take, which is so bad that I’d erased it from my mind… the idea that the LOTR movies were an improvement on the books. "But nobody thinks this!" you will say. They do, and I’ve seen this take here on tumblr. WE HATES IT! There are good things about the movies (music, sets, acting, costumes, etc.) but literally nothing can come close to the beauty of the books. And besides, the movies deviated from them in many inexcusable ways—it would take to long to even list them all.

For the Silmarillion, one of the worst takes I’ve seen is the idea that Maeglin was really an innocent victim all along who was unfairly slandered by a supposedly biased history. I understand that sometimes it’s interesting to deconstruct the story, but at a certain point you’re just throwing it out the window. I’m not saying you can’t sympathize with him to a degree—he was clearly abused by his father as a child. But then he internalized those lessons—of his father’s possessiveness and violence towards women—and that was how he treated Idril.

I also know there’s a discussion among fans about Maeglin’s race, because earlier drafts described him as swarthy—and it’s certainly problematic for the dark-skinned male character to be the creepy one—but Tolkien’s later drafts described him as pale. So do with that what you will.

Which ships are the most annoying?

I don’t like the prevalence of Thorin/Bilbo. That’s partly because I hate the Hobbit movies, where the pairing mostly comes from, and it’s just not my cup of tea. People should write what they want, of course. I just don’t see the appeal.

For the Silmarillion, Sauron/Celebrimbor. It’s just everywhere, and I’m tired of it. Also, I get that some people are into darker relationships, but a lot of what I’ve seen of the pairing (even though I actively avoid it) is bizarrely romanticized. Like you guys do realize Sauron is evil, right? Even if he literally seduced Celebrimbor, I don’t think he’d be wracked with guilt about anything. People say they like this pairing because it’s dark, but then they turn Sauron into a poor little meow meow full of romantic longing and riddled with guilt because he tortures and kills his lover, and it’s just weird. I don’t think Sauron had romantic feelings for anyone, and I really don’t think he felt bad about torture and murder.

Worst part of fanon:

LOTR: I’m not even sure what LOTR fanon is anymore, probably because I try to ignore it. I guess I don’t like how the movie versions of characters and events have taken over. You know who also gets Weasleyified? Merry and Pippin, and it’s the movies’ fault. It’s not that I don’t enjoy them in the movies to a degree—but some of their best moments in the books were cut out.

The Silmarillion: I don’t even know if I could choose the worst part of fanon. I find Silmarillion fanon particularly frustrating, because in a fanbase where a lot of people don’t know the Silmarillion well, fan interpretations often get passed off as canon. People absorb fanon thinking that it’s canon, and that’s why you get so many posts that say things like, “Wait, I just realized Maglor ISN’T the nice Fëanorian.” (To be clear, I’m not judging people who say this. They’re unlearning fanon, which is good. It’s just a sign that fanon interpretations are taking over too much when you end up with a lot of people having to revise these big misconceptions.)

Ultimately, it’s just frustrating to me that fanon is so prevalent in either the LOTR or the Silmarillion fandom, because the source material is WAY more interesting. I might be swinging a bat at a hornet’s nest by saying all of this—but the asks were meant to be controversial!

You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc):

For both LOTR and the Silmarillion, I don’t understand why people think Sauron can mind-read. That’s not a thing, but it’s astonishingly prevalent in fan interpretations. The worst part is, I don’t think people realize that mind-reading Sauron is a fan-invented concept.

#asks #Elladan #Elrohir #Amrod #Amras #Maeglin #Sauron #my writing

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you said you were looking for asks so i thought i'd jump in with: 3 (or 5, whichever you'd prefer) favourite comics ever? if you're feeling fancy, two lists, one in terms of quality of the actual comic, and one in terms of character moments etc

Ok so i'll make a list of my top 10 and say why (i'm also not exclusively doing DC comics but they are the majority):

Batgirl (2000): do i even have to explain this one? the art and visual storytelling makes me ill, the way it explores cass's character through her relationship with established characters like bruce and babs, the way cass is so fucking unhinged, the mother-daughter comparisons with shiva&babs vs the father-daughter comparisons between cain&bruce AASSFHFKSDF. ILL.

The New Teen Titans: this one holds a lot of nostalgia for me because it was one of the first comics I read! They were the first team i really latched onto and by extension the first characters i really felt strongly about. Rereading it as an adult and seeing how it still holds up is soooo incredibly satisfying (dickkory was baby's first otp)

Spinning by Tillie Walden: technically cheating because this is a graphic novel but I'm counting it because it's included under the umbrella of sequential art. it's a autobiographical graphic novel about tillie walden's experience growing up a lesbian in the south (of the US) through their relationship with figure skating. i really relate to it and it's a massive inspiration for me and i think everyone should read it

Impulse (1995): ...i'm audhd...it hits a very special and specific place in my heart...but in all seriousness i love the shape language and the character dynamics. god the cast is soooo fun

Robin & Batman: i love introspection and this whole comic is just Dick Grayson introspection. The way it covers Dick's emotional state post his parents death and how Bruce didn't really know how to help Dick outside of guiding him in channeling his grief into being a vigilante makes me insane...also the alfred characterization in this...the implication that he thinks he made the wrong choice by enabling Bruce and wanting to rectify that by not enabling Dick...

Spider-Gwen (2015): The art and concept is what drew me into this comic. I've been a spiderman fan since I was a little kid and the idea of gwen stacy being the spider person...AND SHE WAS A DANCER.. i was hooked. I love gwen as a character on a meta level and in general; she's my girl

Convergence Batgirl: listen...the implications this comic has about steph and cass's relationship...the "what do my eye's say" scene...lovers. teeny tiny baby run but im still counting it as a comic

...Is it cheating to say Young Justice 98? Imma say Young Justice 98: it was a gateway to me finding a bunch of characters that are now my faves. It shines a spotlight on characters we don't see all that often (like Cissie, Cassie, Anita--girl i miss you) I think about this comic constantly

Tea Dragon Society: another graphic novel! this is a comfort read for me! it's cozy it's sapphic it's a low-stakes

Batman/Huntress Cry for Blood: again this feels like kind of cheating BUT its my list so this is what I'm going with. This was my introduction to Helena and omg the feelings i have about her because of this comic...she makes me bonkers...the things i'd do for this woman

Bonus: JLI (i have not ever finished this one but i've started it many times and i love it i just need to actually finish it)

#💌#seafleafinder #fran talks #comic talks

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sylvanedadeer · 29 days

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If I remember correctly, you have mentioned that you are a big fan of literary tropes. Can you tell us what are some of your favorite tropes, least favorite tropes and what tropes you'd like to see more?

This one might be fairly long:

Anyone who knows me fairly well knows I'm literate largely because of comics. It's what my dad had around, so naturally, I'm a bit superhero/fantasy/fiction brained, but my dad is also a latin teacher, so I've been reading Homer, Livy, Herodotus, and Plato for probably longer than I should be. So, genre-wise, I tend to stick to writing/consuming fiction, usually fairly grounded in reality, with superhero stuff tending towards the top of the list.

Some of my favourite literary tropes are "The Self-Chosen One", "The Power of Friendship," and "The Sacrificial Lion".

"Self-Chosen Ones" are kinda self-explanatory, but have some chunky nuance to them. The archetypical "self-chosen one" is Sir Gawain, who chooses to take a challenge that would've otherwise fallen to his king, which ends up roping him... into a bisexual throuple? His isn't as chunky as like, Luz Noceda, who chose to take responsibility for her mistakes and for the people she empowered, or Moana, who rejects her destiny on the basis of destiny and chooses herself to prove TO herself that she can.

Marco, from Adastra, is an interesting instance of this, because the specifics of his "being chosen" were structured in such a way that he super WASN'T necessary. With Luz and Moana, there was... a remarkable lack of people hanging around to solve the plot, so by the Rules Of Stories, they kinda had to take things upon themselves, because otherwise... there's no story. Of course, Marco also had to go forward because PLOT, but 1. Not without grappling with the decision 2. At the detriment to his own health (his near-decapitation) and 3. They clearly outline why he made the choice he did, and also kinda... leave it tenuous on purpose. Very good way of using the trope for a tragedy.

"The Power of Friendship" is less of a trope and more just a reflection of the truth, that humans work well on their own, but will always work better, be happier, and thrive best with other people around them, helping and supporting them. The more direct invocations of this, like in MLP or Yugioh are kinda one of those guilty pleasures, even though I'd argue against the guilty part.

But less overt instances of it, like in Castlevania, when Alucard goes Fucking Nuts because Trevor and Sypha leave. The Avatar Gang and their whole "do you ever wonder if friendships can transcend lifetimes?". There are several instances of "you hurt my friend, time to die" in Invincible that honestly do a lot to keep me going despite the horrific nature of some of the fight scenes.

The most notable one that really got me was the "Loner realizes he has friends and allies" arc in TOTK, because I've clocked. About as many hours on BOTW as I have breathing, and it really does FEEL LONELY AND EMPTY, and that never FELT that way until TOTK came along and my nephew (Tulin) gave me the whole "We're stronger together" bit. I cried.

"Sacrificial Lions" are a little less obvious as to what they are, but the general gist is "a character who exists in the narrative as a heroic bastion of hope, who will be killed or die to further the narrative". Rose Quartz, Pyrrha Nikos, and most versions of Leomon I know about fit this category, as well as, like. Jesus lol.

I've... always liked heroic sacrifices it seems like the best way to really end a heroic character's life, and while I've reexamined that SPECIFIC point, I'm still a lover of the idea. Altruism is a very worthy thing, but I also like how these characters can haunt the narrative, almost always, to the point of making the cast Really Change. Rose is, of course, the inciting incident to an entire show, as her death lines up all of the pins that Steven has to kick over now.

Idk, I'm a fan. I also love it when narrative foils kiss.

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jenyifer · 6 months

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Dangerous romance 7/10 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Lists I’d Put It In: So much potential, Sports, Slice of Life

Review: There is a lot of things I like about dangerous romance but the cons makes it so that I’d likely not watch it again.

Pros the actors main and side were fan fucking tastic. Perth can be so intimidating bratty sexy and on the other hand just a sweet little puppy. I love how funny he made Kang just adding flare. Chimon baby of OffGun of course I watched this show mainly for him. Sailom is basically a hop skip and jump away from Wave from the gifted Sassy Smart Secertly extremely caring and gushy. I’m hoping Chimon’s roles always involve sass it’s his signature. GIVE PAPANG AND PEPPER A BIGGER BL ROLE AND VIEWJUNE ALL OF MY MONEY. MarcPawin really surprised me as well I wasn’t expecting much because I just watched my gear your gown. The grandma was precious. Euro and JJ were great comic relief I wish there had been more of them. I wish there was more I made a post before this 12th ep saying how I’d fix the series in detail. So I’m gonna boil it down here. The ships should have been more interlocked with eachother. The editing made the show boring. Why did we have so many flashbacks and lingering shots. I love a pretty scene but they took so long and we needed extra interlocking scenes for all the ships. Ugh I can see how this show would have been great with just a few changes which makes it so frustrating. Anyways more about the ships after the break

First Perth and Chimon are not at fault for this I’m talking about editing and story. I adore KangSailom they had good potential but it felt like it got every trope imaginable enemies to lovers, poor boy rich boy, long standing unexplainable secret crush from childhood, tutor student, redemption arc, misunderstanding. AND YET IT FELT WEAK BECAUSE OF THE EDITING AND LACK OF OTHER CHARACTERS INTERACTION UNTIL THE VERY END.

Meanwhile audiences kept getting tiny precious glimpses of WONDERFUL side ships.

GuyNawa Idiot Sport boy for Idiot Sport boy with injury, enemies to lovers (really fully enemies), long standing crush was so incredibly beautiful and effective. I probably won’t have liked their plot too if it had been drawn out because I would have been missing the other side characters but what we got for them was perfect I’d rewatch their scenes again. I was much more impressed by MarcPawin this time I hope they get another series their kiss was thru the roof. They give me strong Sports Anime vibes made me miss Haikyuu.

Saifah and Name had the most potential to be a 10/10 ship. Papang and Pepper definitely need their flowers because the show didn’t give them a lot to work with. Their characters and storylines should have been worked in from the beginning. I wanted to want to cry for Saifah when he was taken away. I wanted to want Name to stay safe as he tried to protect Sailom and Saifah. But I felt like it was so rushed. We barely got to see what these characters had. But everything we did was leaning towards greatness a big brother who has done wrong in the past to get by trying to do ANYTHING for his brother even tho he’s in over his head and a bit of an idiot and mafia guy who sees his highschool friend again falls in love but is offered shit choices all around to his enviable conclusion and redemption. If only we had gotten them sooner and worked into Sailom��s plot more. I’m telling you it would have been stunning. I can see the vision.

I really love Pimfah. She is… a great female character. I talked about it already but great lesbian energy. I wish I had more. I wish Pimfah could have been worked more smoothly into Kang’s storyline after he decided to go after Sailom. The student teacher was precious. She is going to make a great teacher. I wish we got a spin off of what happens in London. But sadly the ship just didn’t have enough screen time.

I might rewatch the GuyNawa scenes again but the rest is probably a skip.

Bonus: Strangest kiss in the bathroom award goes to….

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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LO RANT:

You know what I just realized? The rant I did for Persephone about her trauma can actually be said for Hades. I know what you’re thinking, “what are you talking about a big chunk of that section was speaking on how Hades’ trauma is treated better than Persephone’s!” which I’m not denying since I did state that, but I only really meant the Kronos stuff that Hades has been suffering through every other season. I’m talking about the relationship with Minthe and Hades.

Listen as much as I relate to and adore Minthe’s character I won’t ever lie or disregard that she was a shitty partner. They both were of course but no one has the right to put their hands on another person and shout all types of insults at them, no matter how much I hate Hades I’m not going to defend stuff like that. But with the presence of his very toxic relationship I think we were genuinely robbed of the effects that it had on him in the long run. We never got to see his thoughts completely and we didn’t get to see how it affected his everyday life, each time there was a toxic panel of Minthe and Hades we got transitioned to the next happy uwu romance scene like nothing ever happened. I’ve never been in a toxic relationship before but I have been through many platonic relationships that were utterly terrible, I know it’s not the same thing nor is it comparable but it’s the only thing I can really speak on that sorta correlates in some way. But toxic relationships, especially those that last a very long time, do indeed affect you and your behaviors you start limiting your emotions and stop doing things that the person you were in that relationship with dislikes. You change yourself entirely since you want to make something out of the scraps that they chose to give you and you’re forced to conform to their ways because you’re under this guise that they care about you and you deceive yourself by giving yourself the comforting thought that “they’d never do this to me” or “we’re friends/lovers so they didn’t mean it” or even “I deserve this treatment.”

These emotions and thoughts could’ve been easily explored during the Minthe arc since especially being a man and being a victim of mistreatment is rare in the media with romantic relationships. This could’ve been a great exploration of mental health issues with men and how getting their feelings and traumas validated should be respected and welcomed within our society, the things that Hades faced would’ve probably reflected that of other experiences that other people faced within similar relationships and it would’ve been a good door for representation for male abuse survivors. But sadly, all of that got overshadowed by the building and foreshadowing of Kronos and Persephone coming into Hades’ life to be the better woman and “heal” him instantly.

Did we see pieces of how Hades was effected by Minthe and the trauma it left him with? Yes, but the thing is we only saw it while we were gathering evidence for Minthe to be season 1’s villain and it felt like it was there for drama only. After Minthe slapped Hades and bruised him no one else should’ve put their hands on one another, I hated how this very serious moment got played for jokes and giggles throughout the comic when it’s obvious that the narrative was trying to argue against stuff like that. I don’t understand why Hades had to immediately be lovey dovey with Persephone as well, something like that happens to you I’m sure the very last thing you’d be worried about is a girl you met a few days ago that you started having feelings for. Maybe instead of that Hecate and Hades had a moment so that he could be properly comforted and talked to in a gentle manner (no I’m not saying use a baby voice or anything but just be a friend??) which would’ve been very powerful and empowering since a lot of men’s traumas do not get validated by others because of the “be a man” stigma. Showing people that men deserve to be sheltered and cared for like a normal human being, especially after something traumatic happened to them, would’ve been adding onto the theme of mens mental health.

Instead of that though we have Hades going over to Hera’s house and seeing Persephone after she lured him outside. Now listen, I understand that maybe he was trying to distract himself from the situation or even trying to forget about it in some way but throughout that whole time Hades never even mentioned or thought about Minthe. He got assaulted physically and a girl he barely knows keeps on touching him and getting close and personal without his content. It would be pretty stressful to deal with and it could’ve went to showcase how much damage this stuff does to people. Abuse is not just something you can forget about entirely to the point it doesn’t exist, you can try but like all trauma it’ll always be there and that’s what Lore Olympus gets wrong every time. They make something traumatic happen with the two characters and only ever validate it to either use it as drama, a plot, or to have a cute moment. And that’s entirely fucked up.

I don’t like how Lore Olympus used Hades being mistreated in his relationship as some one up. “I’m so much better than you because I don’t put my hands on people!” amazing I’m so glad that Persephone is a decent human being but why is that even in the whole “better woman” thing. It’s just weird how they’re using that as some crutch instead of giving the situation the respect it deserves. No one should be putting their hands on anyone and that shouldn’t be something that makes you better that should just be common decency. Same could be said with the whole Hades vs Apollo thing, it’s just depressing honestly that that’s being used as some sort of badge even though the comic should be trying to normalize it. These are normal things, no one should be doing any of that stuff to other people it’s sick and utterly deranged. Stop rewarding the bare minimum.

Anyways, that’s all I really have to say. It’s disappointing that it was used as a way to make a cute uwu moment and I hate how they glamorized it almost immediately after moving on completely. But I’m not surprised since it happens all the time.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo hades #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical

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oldmemoria · 7 months

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God finally I finished the 1992 Spider-Man 2099 comics—

SPOILER WARNING BTW IM JUST SPITTING OUT MY THOUGHTS RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW GET OUT IF YOU DONT WANT THE COMICS SPOILED FOR YOU PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Overall, writing wise I liked it. Most of it, at least. I wasn’t a huge fan of the art style at some points but that’s just personal preference, I guess. I know how much work and how little time goes into comics so that is just a tiny thing to me. Biggest complaint about the art style was how the women were drawn. Uh…. Yeah, it was the 90s. I’m not shocked we’ve barely grown and it’s 2023. Side note but this comic really did predict some modern stuff didn’t it /hj

The downsides…. Oh boy. I don’t like how most of the female characters were relegated to the damsel in destress or…. Miguel lover. Ig??

Conchata was sort of out of the ordinary with that and that’s why I liked her (Xina too, both of their personalities stuck out to me and I liked them. Xina sort of reminded me of Red from TLOTFK National Anthem for some reason) but I mean… she was the main characters mom. Kinda makes sense that she’d go against the grain

That and the representation of Mexican culture.. my god did I hate it. As a Latino, specifically as someone who is Mexican, I was not a fan of how Day of the Dead was portrayed specifically. It isn’t just Mexican Halloween. But in the comic… yeah that’s what I got from it and I think if a kid who didn’t really know what that is might end up being ill informed but just— they should have done more research. That’s all I’ll say.

I can give them a little leeway and say “oh it was the 90s”. So I will. It was the 90s. What am I gonna expect from a comic book in the 90s. This was actually pretty progressive for the time so why am I complaining 💀

Oddly enough though, I did enjoy the representation of suicidal tendencies and ideation from Miguel. You don’t see that a lot. At least not in the way this was depicted and from what I’ve seen. It was relatable. Every time he got into a near death situation he still fought through it and didn’t give up. Which like, yeah, I wouldn’t want to be killed by some guy with wings or drown because fish man or something, but as he spirals I feel like it was depicted well. He knew that he couldn’t take his own life because not only did he have a job to do (save the city, work at alchemax) but also he found that other people did end up caring about him. At some points that didn’t matter to him, sometimes it did. It’s a fucking roller coaster, realistically.

With the scene right after the reveal of Tyler stone, Miguel’s really awful boss who groomed him into his position at alchemax, being Miguel’s father. We see a shot of either Miguel attempting or thinking of killing himself. Personally I interpreted it as an attempt. Felt like it was a spur in the moment kind of thing, which is realistic, as far as I know. Reading his dialogue and thoughts just felt real. It felt like someone was maybe directly talking to me about their thoughts or that i was reading someone’s journal. There was no filter. Miguel has no filter. I fucking love him for that.

Everyone in the story was just kind of an asshole in some way. There was no morally good or morally evil. I’d say everyone in some way was morally grey.

Miguel is kind of a dick, but he cares about the people around him even though he may not properly show it (whether or not that’s because of trauma or, in my personal interpretation, him being possibly autistic is up to you. I think it’s a little bit of both). He feels guilt when he hurts people, when he kills others, on accident mind you, but he does. He shuts down. He trails off. He’s not evil or malicious, he’s just very very emotionally damaged. Which by all means isn’t an excuse for how he treats some of the people in his life throughout the comics but they serve as a good explanation.

Dana generally seemed to… kind of care? She did sleep around and was bouncing between literally all 3 of the OHaras (Miguel her fiance, Gabriel her brother-in-law, and Tyler her father-in-law), but she also treated them more like trophies than anything. We didn’t see a lot of her backstory or motivations because she really just… was only there when the plot needed to mention “oh by the way Miguel’s fiance cheats on him”. I wish we got to see more of her, tbh. I wanted to see her line of thinking (maybe I will once I eventually reread but rn my brain feels like it’s about to explode and I need to eat something before it does. T minus 8 minutes /ref)

Gabriel. Just Gabriel. I do not have the right words to unpack him. Holy fuck.

Xina was a bit of a hothead, ig? She bounced off of Miguel’s character pretty well because she directly went against him. Not like she was a villain at any point but she did end up being at odds with him at some point, so.. she does, however, still care about other people and just like Miguel she feels so much regret about the past. I’d argue everyone in this story just kind of sits in a puddle of “oh god this unending agony”. I’m happy she seemed to be blazing her own trail at the end of the comic. Cool of her. Very cool.

Tyler…. Yeah I didn’t like him and technically speaking he is a villain, but he wasn’t entirely evil apparently, he liked Dana. Even though i don’t believe him. He’s a greedy shit who basically only values his role in a billion dollar company so uh.. fuck him. He’s not cool. I wouldn’t say he’s morally grey but if we take his word at face value he can feel love. I guess. But I don’t think he does. Nuh uh, Tyler Stone, Nuh uh.

Lyla was great. I love her. She’s funny, witty, her timing is great, she’s fucking insane sometimes but yknow what that’s fine. I saw a post describing her as “the weird fairy that haunts Miguel” (paraphrasing) and I cannot help but see her that way from now on. Especially movie Lyla. Because she’s just FUNNY in both and she’s so much fun I wish there was more of her in the comic and I WISH WE HAD MORE OF THAYT RANDOM PUNK VARIANT OF HER WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT—

Overall, I found the comics charming regardless of my few critiques. It was written well to reflect that not everyone is picture perfect, everyone is just a bit cynical, and relationships are rocky sometimes. Especially if trauma and literal actual grooming is involved. Also I smiled and cheered a little bit when Tyler stone died and when alchemax fucking exploded.

That was great

(Sorry if this was a little incoherent like I mentioned before my brain hurts and I’d probably have to reread over and over to get my full analysis, this is just my final thoughts after my first full read through)

Will I read the other Spider-Man 2099 comics?

#atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #comic miguel #spider man 2099 #spiderverse #miguel spiderman #i want to consume goldfish hhggrgrjrkwiflal

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kitausuret · 1 year

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Symbiot3 for the ask game!

I don't ship it. :/

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....just kidding! I absolutely ship it. Everyone knows I ship it. If you didn't know, congrats! Now you know! Ahem, thank you for indulging me, my friend.

What made you ship it? The funny answer is "spite". Back in, oh I don't know, maybe January of 2018, @amaronith and I were complaining about Venom Inc. and That Scene™ in the Alpha issue like "haha what if Eddie and Flash just got together instead of fighting. seems like the only way they can solve this".

(Venom Inc: Alpha #1; Slott, Costa, Stegman. they are SO dumb.)

The real answer is that AFTER we made that joke I started thinking about it and I was like "oh shit they actually have a lot in common and the Venom Symbiote is obviously in love with both of them... holy shit this might actually be a good ship. hot damn."

The ship is still largely out of spite for Venom Inc, but it's grown into so much more than that. I really like digging into all the characters and their respective relationships with each other and how it can all lead up to the three of them finding what makes it work.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

HMMM. Well. There was this moment from the Savage Six arc in Remender's run on Agent Venom...

...mostly because this is, at least to me, the first time we see Eddie address Venom with some like... modicum of the love he felt for the symbiote once upon a time. Like for a brief second there, he believes that maybe there's a part of the symbiote, regardless of who it's with, that has just saved him. And he's stunned. It's glorious.

There's also the glorious tension-filled Hallway Scene in Cullen Bunn's half of that same Venom volume, and I know that this one is precisely from #35:

I know that technically Eddie is Toxin here but MAN this scene was insane for that. Like. Holy shit.

Aaaand despite all my gripes about it, I have to hand this one to Donny Cates and Iban Coello. It's absolutely gorgeous. I'm pretty much internally screaming every time I see these panels. I don't really like the writing in this scene, I don't feel it's very indicative of what I think Eddie and Flash's relationship up to this point should be, buuuuuuut it's very sweet and very tender. I think they should kiiiiiiiss.

Overall I think there's just SO much potential to explore all they have in common, between complicated family relationships and complicated romantic relationships and both having grown up Catholic and their really different connections to Spider-Man, there is SO. MUCH. And the symbiote knows them, and it knows their hearts, and while I think if forced to choose between them it ultimately would.. but I would rather it not have to.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I do find this kind of a funny question because I know there are people who think that this ship existing at all is an "unpopular opinion" in and of itself. But I don't think there's any real grounds to the idea that the symbiote isn't willing to share its host with another lover - especially if that other party is willing to accept symbiote+host as a package deal. I think it would be very normal for any bonded pair, for the human side to still desire a relationship with another humanoid.

There's this... particular way that Eddie isolates himself after a certain point in comics, right around the mid-90s when he leaves San Francisco I think, that really bothers me. Do I think he needs a romantic relationship outside the symbiote to have a happy and fulfilling life? Certainly not. But I also don't think it's going to be detrimental to him or his bond with the symbiote.

I guess the only other "unpopular opinion" I might have is that by making Eddie hold hands with Flash I would also expect him to get drawn into Flash's social circle. Flash is at his core a Spider-Man character and especially my more recent fics I like to lean into that. Some people don't like the idea of Venom being closer to the Spidey cast, but the truth is that I think their best stories are when we remember that Eddie and Flash are really very ordinary guys.

And they are both in love with a space alien. (And each other.)

#symbiot3 #this was actually exactly what i needed today lol thank you bonnie #asked and answered #I haven't rambled about them in a LONG time #not to this extent at least #it's crazy everything that's happened since venom inc! i hope they hug by the end of whatever this summer event is #or you know. more. i won't complain if there's more.#dylan when he sees flash drinking coffee in the brock family apartment one morning: 'so are you like. my stepdad now'#flash immediately chokes on his coffee: 'uhhhh let's not get carried away champ'#anyways i'll stop there i'm just giggling to myself at this point

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deadlypastelcutieart · 7 months

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Im so happy that most of you guys in the SvS fandom loved my little funky spy plushie creature and I really appreciate that! I was honestly scared of posting this but I really wanted to draw this cause I had this idea for such a very long time since I was 13, and I thought it would be stupid and cringey. Because back when I was super into MAD and Spy vs Spy in the early 2010’s I thought of a horror fanfic idea of this creepy-doll themed AU I thought of where the spies became these living plush toys that after got killed in an accident, they forgotten who they where but instead of enemies they would become lovers that would go out and kill people during nightime together. Yeah… It sounds cringey but I actully wrote a fanfic like that a few years ago on fanfiction.net. But I deleted it because I felt like this idea was too cringey to make.

Im a fan of creepy dolls and evil stuffed toys in stories, And I know it’s weird for me to think of this creepy-doll AU of the spies. But because I got into this whole Spy x Spy ship at the time this idea popped into my mind while thinking about plushie spies that I kept dreaming about this for years oddly enough.. Even to this day and for some strange reason it makes me cry everytime I think of this creepy-plushie spies idea. I don’t know why! Don’t ask me! But then after looking trough my Spy vs Spy ombinus book and seeing that picture of that one comic featuring grey where she was carrying the spies cut up and seen together in the wrong bodies I thought of… What if instead of being just two seperate bodies they would end up as one? And that’s how I came up with that drawing idea of creating that singilar half-black half-white spy plushie creature!

Now I know im not the only one who drew a half-black half-white Spy vs Spy character! There are other artist who made half spies. A great example and another inspiration to this idea is an deviantart artist I follow named VonderDevil, who made this freaky but amazing half-black/half-white monster for a SvS horror game idea he thought of and called this monster “The Crooked Spy” and my god, I LOVE her scary but cool monster design! >:3 (Highly reccomend watching her! Really great artist! And make really great Spy vs Spy fanart! ^ ^)

But you know after thinking about this I don’t know if I should make this an AU or just make this character just an OC not related to the real black and white spies. Like I said I was a bit nervous posting this art. But after seeing the likes, and even reblogs Im glad I posted my little character idea! Thank you all so much!! 🖤🤍

But I would love to hear from you guys! Do you want me to make more art of my horror plushie spy character? I’ll be happy to make more since october is comming ip soon and I really want to make more horror art! :)

But again, Im so glad most of you guys love it and I appreciate the likes and reblog! Thank you all! ^ ^

#spy vs spy #this was honestly a bit scary to write.. Like I said this idea was kind of cringey but hey! Im a horror fan as much as I love cartoons!

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Hi! This is in response to your post on Megumi and Tsumiki. Can I just say that I was completely underwhelmed with the outcome of their story and it almost feels a little comical. Like what the heck was that ending? I was genuinely upset that she ended up dead because it felt like we were going to get this big reveal with them and it just never panned out.

I have my issues with Gege and the way he kills off his female characters as a way to power up other characters. I am not a fan. But I feel like everyone else got some closure when their character died. Megumi and Tsumiki did not get that closure.

I would go a step further to say that the last real conversation they had was when she threw the strawberry milk at him. Because she was possessed by Yorozu and I don't think that Tsumiki was in there at that point. So they left on horrible terms. Which is completely heartbreaking.

I view Tsumiki and Megumi's relationship as completely different from Yorozu and Sukuna's relationship. Sukuyuro had one scene together and it was so one sided. I think it's because Yorozu and Sukuna are the complete opposites of Megumi and Tsumiki. They don't cater the same values or bonds to one another. Sukuna doesn't care about Yorozu. Whereas Megumi has always been consistent with his priorities when it comes to Tsumiki. Yorozu is completely selfish. She does what she wants without any regard for anyone else. Tsumiki cares to a fault and it causes a rift between her and Megumi. MeguMiki just worked.

Anyways, I was so sad when she died. I really wanted Megumi to get up and fight but he was so defeated it crushed me. I too feel like reading copious amount of fanfic to help ease the pain.

Sorry for the long post. Love your blog by the way :D

Hey hey! First, thanks for the mail and the compliment. This blog is for megumiki fandom so, whatever you guys want to talk about, let's do it!

Second, sorry! You know how it goes... life.com.

Can I just say that I was completely underwhelmed with the outcome of their story and it almost feels a little comical. Like what the heck was that ending?

A straight up dose of irony, Gege style. That's what that ending was.

Looool 🫠

Let's taco'bout it under the cut...

So I have to admit I loved parts of how the whole tragedy unfolded because I personally loved Yorozu, but overall I do feel empty when it comes to megumiki and more specifically, Tsumiki.

How to say... like I never expected Gege to come out and overtly say megumiki is canon (because he seems to only do it for very specific ships), but...

Excuse me, wut?

We don't even see them interact in real time?

I seriously don't even know what or how to feel because, as of chapter 225, it's all still so inconclusive, and with the way Gege is rushing, who knows whether he'll elaborate.

That said, the story is not over yet and he might still reveal something. Otherwise I have to come to terms with the idea that Gege gaslighted me lol 🤡.

And, yes, I feel gaslighted because I know a "canon" ship when I see one! I know I've said this three hundred million times, but the way Gege introduced this dynamic was soooo ambiguous.

He presented them as "childhood friends to lovers" and then *boom!* jk they're step siblings. Gege is a troll, let us never forget that.

I was genuinely upset that she ended up dead because it felt like we were going to get this big reveal with them and it just never panned out

I'm curious to hear more about what you thought would/should have happened.

I think for me, I would have liked to see that apology. Perhaps even Megumi letting his guard down and being vulnerable with her. But he literally wears his "cold and aloof emo boy" mask right up until he realizes Tsumiki has been long gone.

The sheer look of terror in his face is *chef's kiss* and probably some of the realest panels with Megumi since he hardly ever shares how he feels.

Also, the fact that he says "all this time" implies the obvious idea that Yorozu was acting like Tsumiki all along--I just also feel like it isn't out of the question to overthink and assume Yorozu might have been leading Megumi on as Tsumiki.

That's not to mention his inability to see Tsumiki as having her own sense of self and agency. To Megumi, Tsumiki is a doll, an idea to be protected, not a real person with her own desires and thoughts. That's not to say Megumi didn't love her, just that Megumi is immature about how he relates to her. Heck, they both are!

So I am not surprised by the outcome because to me it feels like Gege was always going for tragedy with megumiki. On so many levels too... but I have to be honest, I would have liked to see her, Tsumiki. Not Megumi's idea/memory of her.

So again, it makes sense we never saw Tsumiki because we're experiencing jjk through Megumi's pain rn, and in Megumi's mind, Tsumiki is a damsel in distress that needs to be rescued. She's an idea, a projection of Megumi's emotional life.

I have my issues with Gege and the way he kills off his female characters as a way to power up other characters. I am not a fan.

Yeah, not to excuse him, it's just that the way I see it we're just seeing the edge of feminism in Japan. I'm not sure a lot of fans are aware that Japan ranks low in the feminism index for being a developed nation.

Coincidentally, a moot recently posted about how the women in Gundam Wing basically serve the purpose of powering up other characters, most frequently males.

I reckon this might be a frequent theme in manga geared at young boys? idk...

I like to think that the women getting sacrificed in jjk is an unconscious cultural and societal bias about how women's role is to support men? Who knows...

But I feel like everyone else got some closure when their character died. Megumi and Tsumiki did not get that closure.

Yeah I totally get you!

Hell, as of right now, Megumi himself does not have closure. We don't even know if he'll survive.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed tho. I can't imagine Gege won't at least say something about only Megumi's most important person.

Na, that was Tsumiki.

Remember she went into a comma when she became possessed.

Regardless, as you say, they totally left off in bad terms, which only makes it all the more tragic. So, again, we're seeing Megumi's immaturity showing.

I may or may not be exploring this theme in the fic I've been working on someday I will finish it dammit.

It's just that I 👏🏼 am 👏🏼 telling 👏🏼 you, Gege is one of those mangaka that does 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 do 👏🏼 happy pairings.

I know "tragic" ships that are "meant to be" is not everyone's cup of tea but I find it so compelling.

I view Tsumiki and Megumi's relationship as completely different from Yorozu and Sukuna's relationship.

Yes! I do too. I just also agree with the idea that, psychologically, Sukuna and Yorozu are an exploration of the toxic traits of the bond they shared.

Basically, Tsumiki is a girl who takes her role of "big sister" a little too seriously, possibly to the detriment of their "romantic" bond because it causes conflict with Megumi.

So you have Sukuna mirroring that very same dynamic with Yorozu in which Sukuna is not interested in how Yorozu tries to relate to him. Yorozu basically wants to own and subdue Sukuna.

What is Tsumiki doing when she's nagging at Megumi not to fight? Well-intentioned or not, Tsumiki is trying to control Megumi and Megumi does not like it.

Anyways, that's how I see it.

But again, yes! They're their own person. Sukuna is not Megumi and Tsumiki is not Yorozu.

I think above all, regardless of how uninterested Megumi might "look", I just can't imagine that Megumi would have killed someone if it wasn't because of how much she means to him.

I think I already mentioned this but there's a post in this hellsite that implies Megumi and Tsumiki had a rocky relationship because of the panels we see of them. But I couldn't disagree more with the post because...

1) it fails to acknowledge that Megumi's poker face is an act. Megumi is the kind of character who looks aloof while there's an emotional storm brewing within

2) again, if they really had such an awful relationship and there were no good times for Megumi to think back on, why would he go through such great lengths to save her?

In the end, these are two kids who were abandoned, who've had no one else but each other to rely on. They don't know what a healthy relationship looks like so it's likely they had a rocky and dysfunctional relationship.

Anyways, I was so sad when she died. I really wanted Megumi to get up and fight but he was so defeated it crushed me.

I know 🥲.

He's all traumatized... I need him to save himself...

Sorry for the long post.

Sorry for the long wait!! I've literally been just working and have been working on answering your ask for a couple of weeks now. Thanks for your patience!

Thank you for stopping by and keep the #thoughts coming! <3

#megumiki #megutsumi

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 0.5

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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The next day started similar as the previous one. Soyeon slept in and while groggily making her way to the kitchen, she caught Yoongi in his training room. This time, however, not swinging his blade through the air. This time he was simply sitting there calmly, cross-legged and with eyes closed. He was meditating.

She didn't know what to do yet again, say good morning to him or leave him be. Then again, he might've already heard her considering his sensitive ears. So not knowing what to do with herself, she froze in front of the door. About to step back and leave him alone when she heard him laugh under his breath. His eyes still closed.

"Are you stalking me again?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms. She dared to take a step closer. "I'm not. I just wasn't sure if I should disturb you."

"You're not." He eventually opened his eyes, greeting her with a small smile. "Come, join me."

She blinked startled before making her way to him. Sitting down in a similar position to his.

"Close your eyes and focus on your breathing."

Watching him going back to his previous state, she followed his instructions. Silence taking over once again and they sat there, focusing on their breathing. Until she got bored of it.

"And then?"

"Nothing, just clear your mind and take in your surroundings."

She felt an unintentional laugh creep up her lips. Clear her mind? Her mind would never shut up and not not think about random things.

"You wanna let me know what's so funny?"

"The part about clearing my mind actually, that's very funny," she muttered, "It's funny because it's impossible."

He simply hummed, not saying anything. She frowned, unsure of whether he understood what she meant or not. She adjusted her position then and closed her eyes yet again, trying following his words. Clear her mind and focus on the surroundings. But all she heard was.. silence. She tried focusing more. Wait, there was another sound beside her own breathing after all. It was very faint. Was it his breathing?

She also heard a buzzing coming from far away. Wondering what it could be. An insect outside?

Soyeon became frustrated after awhile.

"Yoongi? Can we maybe train again?"

"We're training right now."

She sighed, seeing she wasn't getting far with her requests. "Yeah, but it's not the type of training that helps me.."

"It actually does. It trains your senses to notice small shifts, like when someone is approaching you."

She didn't miss the lopsided smirk tucking on his lips, making her face flush when getting reminded of how close their bodies were the previous day. Even if it was just for a short moment. The mere memory of it making her breath unintentionally faster. She wondered if he was able to sense even that.

Inhaling sharply, she decided to calm herself again and screwed her eyes close. Going back to trying meditating.

Between zoning out, thinking about her stomach rumbling since she hadn't eaten breakfast yet and actually meditating, somehow time managed to pass enough for Yoongi to eventually stay up, indicating that they had meditated enough.

He held his hand out for her. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please!" she smiled and accepted his hand, pulling herself up. She hesitated letting go, lingering a little bit longer in the feeling of his firm grip. "But can we actually repeat yesterday's exercises later?"

He cocked a brow and she wondered if she'd overstepped when he bit back a chuckle. His eyes flickering to her neck then back to her brown irises, gleaming.

"So eager to be in a headlock again?"

Her mouth curved into a lopsided smile. "Only if it's by you."

She didn't know what she was doing, but she did it anyway. Because whatever this chemistry was between her and Yoongi, she wanted to know if he felt it as well, the way she did.

Seemingly taken aback, he exhaled through his nose. Huffing out a soft chuckle when holding her gaze with an equal amount of tension, something in his eyes shifting into something darker. Wordlessly, he turned away then and headed out.

She had taken him so off-guard, he hadn't expected her to be so upfront but then again, it hadn't been the first time. Being like this from the moment they had met. It was in Soyeon's nature being direct, but never in a desperate or obnoxious way. Rather in a charming, captivating way. Bewitching him every damn time like an amateur.

It reminded him of the couple he called friends and their way of wrapping others around their finger with ease to get what they wanted. However, he doubted Soyeon had the same selfish intentions when doing it. And he wondered if this implied that she actually meant it, the way he did whenever his thoughts slipped out of his lips.

Soyeon inhaled deeply, having been once again left breathless from their intense staring contest which he interrupted by just leaving her standing there. Causing her to question her actions. Perhaps she had misread something after all and went too far.

Perhaps all he wanted was to just help her because he pitied and felt sorry for her and nothing more. Perhaps she had only imagined those chemicals moving between them.

She dragged out a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding.

Perhaps she should let it go, this bubbling feeling that was developing in her heart when being close to him. It was probably better.

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"So.. may I ask..?" Yoongi spoke up while taking a bite of his food.

For some reason, seeing him cook made her always realise that he was indeed just human, too. Just like her. It might seem irrational, but before he had seemed way ahead of normal standards to be considered a basic human. But watching him doing something as basic and normal as cooking, was fascinating and intriguing. Reminding her that even retired thieves needed to do it in order not to starve. He had cooked the previous day as well, with her offering her assistance as she'd felt awkward only sitting there and let him do everything. Yesterday he had declined her offer. Today he had accepted it, much to her surprise.

Maybe it was his way of assuring her that he didn't avoid her, despite his previous action after her little flirt back leaving her with this impression. She wasn't sure. But at least their food tasted great.

Soyeon perked up from her bowl, slurping on a noodle and quickly swallowing it with an inquiring look. "Hm?"

"You obviously don't have the necklace with you," he pointed out, taking a bite from the meat, "Is it back in the place you rented? Should I go fetch it?"

She shook her head, taking a sip from her water to help swallow down the food. "No, it's not," she explained, making a noise that was something between a sigh and a laugh, "I was smart enough to put it in a locker of the national bank right when I arrived here. Otherwise they'd have surely already got it."

He nodded, taking another bite. "Yeah, that was smart."

Hearing his approval made her feel better about her decision, considering she hadn't been entirely certain about it actually being smart.

They continued eating in silence, finishing everything in no time. Yoongi being surprised about how much a tiny person like her was actually able to eat. Although her refusal to even touch vegetables, as if she was a child, made him internally laugh.

"Ah, the sun is already setting?" She glanced at the clock on the wall. 6pm. She hadn't noticed time flying like this. But that was what happened if you woke up at noon.

She walked closer to the large window, spotting pink cotton-candy clouds in the distance, buildings unfortunately blocking the whole view. "Quite a pity you can't really enjoy it in the city," she mumbled more to herself, but it still caught Yoongi's attention.

He briefly looked out, catching what she meant, before going back to checking his phone. No new messages from Seokjin so far. "If you want you can go up to the roof," he mumbled then absentmindedly as disappointment washed over him about the lack of news. Hearing her gasp lightly. "We can just go up there?"

"Technically no, but I often do," he grinned to which she giggled, a lopsided smirk spreading over her lips. "How naughty. You're a real criminal after all."

Her witty remark made him genuinely laugh. "Guess all the years with the two dorks rubbed off of me."

So he showed her the way up and how he used the pick-locking skills he had learned years ago from Jimin to open the door along with an old brick to keep it open. And Soyeon couldn't help but feel worried about possibly getting caught but also excited and thrilled of doing something forbidden, even if it wasn't a big deal. It was silly in a way, but perhaps he was the reason for it.

The sun hadn't set completely yet. Allowing her to still catch some of the pink clouds before they'd turn bluish and eventually become invisible in the dark sky.

She folded her arm, nearing the railing. There were a few taller buildings around them, but from the rooftop they didn't block the view as much. Revealing a mesmerizing skyline standing in a darker bluish shade against the pastel sky.

And she smiled to herself.

It was ridiculous but this right now along with the fact she was able to sleep in, felt like a mini-vacation to her and she didn't want it to end. She didn't want to face the harsh reality. Not so soon at least. She enjoyed her little time-out. Away from her stressful life and job back in Seoul, away from those strangers chasing her down the streets, away from everything.

She glanced over her shoulder then, spotting Yoongi having sat down a little further away. Observing her dark curves against the disappearing light.

She walked over to him then, silently taking a seat next to him. Their arms brushing against each other.

Both had their legs angled towards their bodies, resting their folded arms on them and simply admiring the deep orange that had replaced the pink and the chirping birds in the far distance along with passing cars.

"I realised I still don't know much about you," Yoongi thought out loud then. She peeked at him. "What do you wanna know?"

"Anything."

Her eyes lit up. And she did her best to keep her face from beaming with excitement, keeping it calm and collected instead.

"Well," she began, musing about what facts to tell him as there wasn't anything special or interesting in her life otherwise. "I was born in Seoul. I got a younger sister.. I'm actually a songwriter, when I'm not running away from mysterious guys."

"A songwriter?" He was seemingly intrigued by this piece of information.

"Mhm, yeah. I write songs."

"What songs?"

"Mainly pop, a bit hiphop."

She heard him hum beside her, finding the bits of information interesting as he hadn't expected it. His irises lifted into the darker becoming colours of the sky. Wondering if he had ever watched the sunset up there before. He couldn't recall it. Usually, he wouldn't go up there too often and only at night when the atmosphere was bearable. "You know, perhaps in a different life, I'd be a music producer as well," he blurted out then in a moment of sincerity.

Soyeon's head snapped towards him at his sudden confession, her eyes widened astonished. "Really?"

"Yeah.. if it wasn't for my father and the family tradition, I might've had a very different life.. Then again, I met Jimin and Taehyung in this one, so I don't regret the life I have."

Her features softened and a smile spread over her lips while listening to his other life. A life they might've met as well. The thought of it comforting her somehow. And she felt content. She got to see a small glimpse of his inner world and thoughts and this satisfied her a lot. She wanted to know more as he wasn't the only one curious. She didn't know much about him either after all.

"How did you meet your friends exactly and ended up a thief yourself?" This question haunting her curiosity ever since his doctor friend had mentioned it to her.

"It's a long story."

"Good thing I got time."

He could feel her grin on him and he laughed dryly. Keeping his stare fixed on the scenery. "Curious cat, huh?"

"A little," she shrugged, unapologetic about having been caught, "But I get if you don't wanna tell me."

He didn't see a reason not to tell her as they were apparently opening up more to each other, with felt terrifying but also satisfying.

"I met Jimin when he broke into our family residence, trying stealing a precious sword," he began then, the memory of it making him laugh now, "I caught him in the act and was about to challenge him, when he made me a proposal I couldn't refuse." He paused. Reminiscing the old memories from a decade ago always made him feel some type of way. Nostalgic. When they had been young and more naive than now.

Soyeon didn't push him to continue, believing he'd do it on his own if feeling like it and thankfully he did.

"He offered me to be part of his team. I obviously refused first. But then he offered to help me uncover the truth behind my uncle's passing.." Soyeon tensed at this, sensing a heavy-weight laying in his voice.

"Why? What.. what happened to him?" she carefully asked. Hoping not to intrude. She observed his head leaning further back. Staring up at the dark blue that was spreading from behind them.

"He was murdered."

His tone was flat, almost monotonous, but she could tell it still upset him. The light provided from their surroundings was becoming dimmer and darker, but it was still enough to recognise his features. And the pain in his eyes.

"That's awful, I'm sorry, Yoongi," she whispered, feeling bad for even asking and having him to say it out loud. Without thinking much, her hand covered his laying next to it. Giving it a light squeeze before letting go again, realising it might be stepping too far again. Although Yoongi liked the feeling of their hands connected, even if briefly. "I shouldn't have asked. It's okay if you don't wanna talk about it."

"Don't sweat it," he muttered, shaking his head. He lowered his gaze. "It's been over a decade. I'm over it. It's just.." He paused, dragging a sigh. It had been so long since the last time he'd talked about it, if he had ever talked about it. He wasn't even sure anymore, he couldn't recall it. So speaking it out loud now felt weird, but quite liberating in a way as well. As if he could just spill out this dark feelings and lift that junk from his heart.

"My uncle was the one who always supported me the most. I love my father, but he was rather strict. My uncle and I were very close to each other, so when he passed, I felt lost and upset. I wanted revenge, but I didn't know how."

"And Jimin knew how to find the culprit?"

"He.. had his ways. He always does," Yoongi explained in a way that made her even more curious about this friend of his. "So he and Taehyung helped me and after that I decided to join them. Not out of gratitude though."

"Why then? You weren't a thief after all."

She felt him shrug against her arm. "I didn't have anything holding me back home. And I grew to like them. There was a sense of genuine camaraderie with them and besides, I liked how carefree they were in choosing what they wanted to do."

"Makes sense."

"Does it?" he wondered.

She nodded, remembering he probably couldn't see her. "It does."

And he smiled at her words.

"You know," Soyeon said then, lightly furrowing her brows. "I think even in a different life you might've met them. Even in a life you didn't come from a family of swordsmen but were free to choose becoming a music producer and they hadn't been thieves either, even then you guys would've met somehow. If it's meant to happen, it happens either way."

"So you believe in destiny?"

She blinked, never having realised that this way of thinking could indeed count as believing in something greater like 'destiny' or 'the universe', although she wasn't sure if she'd indeed put such a label on it. "I don't know, I've never thought about it this way," she truthfully said, "I don't think everything happens for a reason. Only some things."

Yoongi hummed at her explaining that mind of hers, the depth of it making her even more attractive.

He wasn't sure if he believed in destiny himself, but he liked to believe that no matter the kind of life he had, that his friends would be along with him.

"I should tell you something," he said then. The seriousness of his tone made her look at him. And he was struggling, the sudden shift in mood being unprovoked but necessary. "Remember I asked Jimin about your necklace and he said it looked like 18th century european jewelry?"

She nodded. "I remember that."

"He also said something else that I didn't tell you about."

Swallowing, she waited for him to continue as a queasy feeling spread inside her.

"He said that it looked quite precious, around 250,000 euros worth."

"Two hundred.. fifty thousand?"

"Yeah, that'd be over 364 million won worth."

She almost choked on air when hearing that amount of money. Her mind trying calculating the zeros in that number. "W-what? Then how.."

"Yeah, how did your grandfather obtain such a jewelry?"

Soyeon was staring at him bewildered. She knew the necklace must have been worth something, otherwise those guys wouldn't be after it, but never in a million years would she have expected it to be worth this much. "I-I don't know."

Yoongi carefully studied her shocked and utterly confused expression in the dim light, deeming it to be genuine and not fake. Unless she was a better actress than Arabella.

"I asked a friend of ours who's an interpol agent to do some further research on it. Maybe he'll give us some answers.."

Her brows furrowed. "Interpol? Aren't you guys wanted by them?"

"Yeah, but he's alright," he simply stated, "Besides, they can't get us here in Taiwan."

She hummed, her gaze falling to the cold ground. Wondering why a detective would help a thief. Then again, he and his friends didn't seem to be the ordinary kind. "Let me know if he finds anything. Okay?"

"Of course."

"And thanks for.. for all this. You didn't have to get this involved but you still did for some reason."

His glance rested on her eyes for a moment more. Studying every curve and line of her frame in the fainter becoming light. "You don't deserve going through all that alone, without even knowing the reason. And I can help, I got some experience of situations like this after all."

His words warmed her, his empathy truly touching her. But at the same time it pierced her heart. She felt disappointed it was simple pity that made him do it and nothing more. Still, she smiled softly at him, meaning her words. "I knew my gut was right, you're a good guy after all."

He shook his head, his eyes falling. "I'm really not.."

And she wondered why he thought so low of himself when in fact, he was even more than good. Going constantly out of his way to help her without expecting anything in return.

"Then why are you always so nice to me?"

"Isn't the reason obvious?"

Her breath got stuck in her lungs for a second. There was a reason she hoped was the real one. A reason that would explain all those countless little moments between them. When he held her gaze or when he touched her. However, she didn't dare speaking out loud in case she had been mislead by her own feelings after all.

Her gaze slowly went up, meeting his already laying on her with the ghost of a smile on his lips. God, those lips.

Her mind went completely blank, allowing her feelings guiding her as she grabbed his collar, pulling his face closer to hers. Finally doing of what she'd dreamt of ever since encountering him that night. She might regret it later, but she did it anyway.

She kissed him.

Their lips catching each other as his moved purposely and gently against hers. His hands wandered to her hair, holding onto her nape, bringing her closer to him. As close as possible, deepening the kiss. Noses touching each other's cheeks.

He knew it wasn't right, there being far more important things happening they needed to focus on besides their immature desires. However, there was also a voice telling him that perhaps it was alright after all. That perhaps, for once, he could give in as well. That he didn't have to always be the logical thinking one.

Especially considering the sparks he felt tingling on his skin whenever he laid his gaze on her. Catching her sharp eyes also looking at him. She had him under her spell from the moment she'd turned around on that street and it was adorable to see how oblivious she had been to that.

Breathing heavily, they eventually parted. Foreheads shortly resting against each other and she dared to open her eyes. Realising her hand was still clutching his collar she loosened her grip and glanced up at him, seeing him already staring at her.

"That wasn't the reason actually," he breathed and there was the hint of a grin in his eyes. He was teasing her, again. "Try again."

And she pulled his lips right back to hers.

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