#I don't even know what to tag this as because I find this awfully distasteful

[naradreamt]

So I was HEAVILY debating posting this because I don't want the feds coming after me, but given its only this part, I think it should be fine. Anyway, in the REPSYCLE box set, they included a blu-ray of the 2023 Memorial Day event with Spread Beaver, and for whatever reason someone got the bright idea to take old footage of hide and run it through ai to make it look like he was singing Co Gal. It's...rather uncanny, to say the least.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕋𝕠: Notice [TEASER]

Jungkook knows the effect he has on people. So why won't you look at him the same?

Main Tags/Warnings: Model!Jungkook, Actor!Jungkook, Stylist!Reader, strangers/enemies to lovers, mentions of toxic beauty standards

Length: ???

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You shrug. "He looks the same in every photo to me." You tell Haru, who looks at you a bit lost.

He sighs as he clicks through the photos himself, unsure. You know he knows you're right- but at the end of the day, people like those sultry eyes and that cocky expression that man makes in every picture. You're not sure what exactly makes it so appealing- but you're just here to make him look as good as possible. And his hair looks perfect in almost every shot- so that's good enough for you.

That's your job. Nothing more, nothing less.

"It's his signature look." Haru tries to justify, his soft voice unsure, however, as if he needs to tell it mostly to himself to be convinced of it. He's never been a fan of shootings like these- he's good at them, sure, but he doesn't enjoy shooting those pictures. He's too soft to say it, but you know he finds them boring and uninteresting. It's basics, nothing exciting, nothing new. But he's being paid for this- so he doesn't complain.

That's his job- nothing more, nothing less.

"Well, then his signature look is boring." You say, leaning back against the table behind you, sipping your can of sugary caffeinated soda- the energy drink by now the only thing keeping you somewhat concentrated. Hopefully Jungkook stops complaining so much so you can all go home soon- he's got the whole week anyways, so why is he so whiny?

Brat. It's only the first day and he's already getting on your nerves- acting like someone pissed in his breakfast, rolling his eyes and staring people down just for the fun of it. And women actually fuck that guy?

He probably does it in front of a mirror just to watch himself.

"Boring, huh." Jungkook's voice chimes up, and you spot him walking closer, now wearing a new set of clothes. The leather pants look awfully tight, especially in his private region- that can't be comfortable, can it?

You frown at him. He got his hair all chaotic again- but it's fine. It fits the theme. You won't retouch it for now.

"She didn't mean it like that-" Haru instantly tries to defend you, the young man intimidated by the model as always. You wonder how he can even operate the camera when he constantly shies away from him so much. Maybe when he looks at him through the lens he can detach the person from the picture? It would make sense. After all, you do the same.

You don't see Jungkook. You see Jeon Jungkook, brand ambassador and model- and it should stay that way.

"I did." You disagree with him, however, before you look back at Jungkook. You don't need to be protected- not for your own opinion. It doesn't have any weight anyway, you doubt that someone like you can hurt this man's ego either. It's at least as big as himself, if not taller, which is a lot, considering that he towers over you despite not even reaching the standard 1.80m height usually desired. Then again, there's quite a few things you could count as not being the standard of beauty. But he makes up for it in confidence- even if he seems to have a little too much of it for your taste. "I did mean it like that."

"What am I supposed to do instead then?" Jungkook challenges, crossing his arms next to you.

The hell were you supposed to tell him? You're neither a model, nor very fashionable. He should ask Lea about that, not you. He's trying to argue for no good reason, and that attitude is starting to piss you off.

"Nothing. It's good like that." You shrug, keeping your cool for now at least visually.

"You said it's boring." He bites back almost immediately. Your distaste grows.

"I did, because to me, it is." You respond calmly. Is he trying to pick a fight with you right now? He really is acting like a child beneath all that fake politeness and forced friendly tone he puts on. "But that's my personal opinion. I'm sure people will like those pictures despite that." You explain.

He's opening his mouth to say something, before he moves when the director claps, and tells everyone to get back to their respective spots-

He plays around with his piercings, and gives you that odd look that you can't distinguish from hatred or being offended.

Unbeknownst to you, he's been trying to figure you out for the entire shoot- wondering what you're really like. Do you like softer guys like Haru more? You seem to have some edge to you, if the glimpse of your bellybutton piercing and the few lines of a tattoo poking out the waistband of your pants would be anything to go by. Maybe you're just someone who likes to be in charge.

He can't offer that, at least not sexually.

Jungkook sitting in front of the camera once more, woth the same signature look, because that is his job.

Nothing more, nothing less.

[solari-writes-things]

Repercussions

🛑 WARNINGS: ANGST! Spoilers to Attack of the Clones, The Clone Wars. Near violence, anxiety, fear. 🛑

✨ requested by: @tsumethedrifter​

✨ Pairing: Boba Fett with Jedi!Reader

✨ Summary: Boba's obsessions get him a hard slap to the face.

✨ Solari Says: You told me to go ham and I am doing just that. I hope this brings you great pain and suffering, friend. <3 It's brief, but it's probably best that way. No happy endings here.

✨ Prompt(s) -

Spinel - letting go of baggage [negative energy]

gif credit: to the OP.

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You hadn't disclosed your true origins to Boba. He had never asked, it wasn't something that he cared to bring up.

Within reason, you began to learn the more time you spent with him.

His deep-seeded hatred for force-users started at a young age. Rooted from his father's occupation as a bounty hunter, secured once Mace Windu had decapitated Jango on Geonosis.

He was kind enough to give you that, the longer you hung around Tattooine. The more you saw him, the more you learned about his troubled history. You would only spill 75% of your truth, deciding to keep your force-sensitivities to yourself in fear of him thinking of you differently.

Being a ex-Padawan being made it much harder to find friends.

Boba was the only real security you felt, since the Empire sprung from the shadows of the Senate. You could remember the way the shift felt, when Palpatine pleaded his innocence after forcing the clones to slaughter your Master.

The grief you could feel, as their life began to dim one by one.

It almost turned your stomach into knots thinking about it.

But nothing like what you were feeling now, Boba having his wrist rocket aimed up at you.

Your hands were up, your fingers trembling to match your wavered breathing. Your eyes couldn't produce tears as they bore into the black visor of his Beskar helmet. Your reflection stared right back at you, however it didn't come close to the anger you could feel inside of Boba Fett.

You were awfully close to believing he would kill you.

However, if he was meant to, he would have done it already. You had your bond to thank for that, buying you a few seconds to plead your innocence to the bounty hunter.

"Boba, please-"

"Don't attempt to buy yourself more time," he demanded from you. "Every breath you take is a favor from me."

Your expression sank a little more. "Then why haven't you done it?" you ask, your voice surprisingly calm for the anguish you felt inside. Maybe it was the several confrontations you had to handle, everything you had to witness in the Order. Everything you had to endure to get where you were.

"Because I just want to know why you decided to betray me."

You could feel the sting in your chest, and as much as you wanted to lower your arms and reach out to him, you decided against it.

"I couldn't cause you more pain," you answered simply, your tone growing a little more soft at the notion. "After everything that you told me, Boba... How do you think I could even bring it up?"

"At least then I would have the right mind to do this sooner," he practically growled, his arm bracing firm so that it wouldn't waver when he decided to light the room up.

When he did, you visibly grimaced in your place. "Don't..."

You could feel a couple of tears beginning to pool up, your hands shaking just a little more. You had cared so much, and made it known to him, but it couldn't amount to the distaste he had nurtured.

You expected him to fire.

However, the worrisome silence was beginning to convince you otherwise.

Although, when he began lowering his arm, you almost wished you took a direct hit.

"Leave. Don't come back," was all he said, and as much as you wanted to linger against his words, you decided it was best not to.

He was a man who's mind was not easily swayed.

So you brush past him, keeping your eyes away as you listened to the door hiss open.

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