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winterzsurprise · 9 months ago

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Change My Mind [3]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 9.3k

ao3 is down so I'll update it first here. Chapter got delayed since this wasn't originally part of the roster. its currently 1am so there will be mistakes I missed but that's for future Winter's problem.

edit 03/05/25: added a couple paragraphs and changed a few dialogues

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For a guy with his heart on his sleeves and his emotions displayed so loudly on his face like neon signs with gigantic arrows, Taehyung is an enigma.

It didn’t help that he had experience in acting, if anything it made it harder to understand him.

One moment he's supportive of your quest for a perfect husband then another, he's raging with a jealousy even the power of the thousand burning suns couldn't replicate. Even when Guwon has long disappeared, Taehyung didn't stop from hanging off of your arm when the three of you had entered your home.

In the short time they had stayed over, he made sure he was somehow close to you or having you within his sight while Jimin returned to being the sweet boy he had always presented himself as but the glint of something dark in his eyes never disappeared.

But it didn't make any sense. All of their behaviors, even Jimin, is confusing.

Taehyung had introduced a date to the group before, and had hooked up with a few people from the after-parties if the others’ words were anything to go by. Jimin is the same, although he took every chance to flirt with you at any time and everywhere, you always thought it was him being his playful self. But after last night?

You don't know.

And you hate not knowing.

To find out that Jin still liked you was shocking already, then comes this new realization—along with the impacts of Jungkook’s confession—to knock you off of your feet. You thought he had moved on like he had said years before, but last night's conversation had told you otherwise.

“That's the tenth time I've heard you sigh just this hour alone and we're only drinking coffee, what’s wrong?”

Your head shot up to meet the concerned gaze of the oldest make-up artist. Jihae is one of the original staff back from 2013, the woman who had picked you up when you tripped in front of the BigHit building crying with your bag spilled out, having been given a low grade in one of your subjects.

They were lacking in staff back then, urgently searching for another body to help with the debut look and when she saw your cosmetic bag, she tugged you inside and told you to agree with whatever they were going to ask.

Stunned, you followed the woman without question.

A month later, you dropped out of the nursing course your mother had insisted you take and pursued cosmetology.

Many times have you looked back at the memory and grimaced. It could've gone wrong, she might've been leading you into a trafficking ring but nonetheless, you're glad you had accepted it.

All because Jihae had seen you with mascara-stained tears and somehow deemed you skilled enough for the job. Up until today, you still wonder what she had seen in an emotional teenager who had comically tripped face-first in the company’s front yard, mascara running down her face and thought: ‘She’d be a good addition’ .

Whatever it is, you're thankful.

“Hey, you still with us?”

Snapping out of your trance, you wearily smiled at her. “I am, don’t worry. Just frustrated about something...”

At this, multiple heads turned to you, their stares a varying mix of curiosity and teasing. Suddenly reminded of the group lunch Jihae had proposed that day, a bonding exercise for the entire make-up artists roster, for better teamwork, she had said and internally facepalmed. You had forgotten that it wasn't just your friends sitting on the table with you and you had just aired your problem out in the open for them to hear.

Fuck Kim Taehyung and his confusing attitude. You should beat his ass next time you see him for being the catalyst to the dilemma haunting your mind.

Leaning closer to you, Nabi—another friend of yours—crossed her arms and flashed a shit-eating grin.

“Is it boy problems?”

Instantly, the table explodes into chatters, all of their questions drowning each other.

“Which one of them?”

“Did someone from Bangtan confess to you, unnie?”

“Is it Hoseok? Please say it is! I have a bet with someone from the hair styling department.”

“Was it Taehyung? I always thought he had a crush on you for a whi—”

“It's not any of them, please we're just friends.” You interjected before they dig further and find truth in their questions. “It's a different guy I've had two dates with.”

Never had you sounded more unsure of yourself until now and you had wished nobody had noticed. But one look around the table says differently. Your friends’ eyes glinted, all of them telling you that this discussion was far from over and you find yourself already dreading opening the groupchat once you're home. But unlike them, someone wasn't satisfied with your answer and crossed her arms from the other end of the table.

“Why so dismissive, unnie? We're all friends here, no need to be so defensive.”

Immediately, the ones closest to her snapped their heads at her with a scandalized look. Alexa was a new recruit, A half-Korean and half-Chinese who lived in the States for a better half of her life, had just joined the week before the first leg when one of the crew went into labor and had recommended her cousin as her last minute replacement until she could return.

In the short time she had been in the company, there had been whispers and none of them were positive. Rumors of an unhealthy obsession hidden beneath the skillfully applied make-up that granted her a younger and cuter appearance, hushed stories of their encounters where she'd reveal her soulmate mark—inked initials, and written on her wrist is a K.S.J, something she boasted around with a smug look, as if to imply something you refuse to entertain.

It was absurd.

Seokjin was untethered, if he got a soulmate mark out in the open, he would've screamed it on top of the world. Delighted and in cloud nine at the thought of having someone destined for him. Not to mention, it meant that he didn't need to go through any of the shit you've gone through, going through dates after dates looking for someone better to settle down with only to be met with constant disappointment at the end of the day.

(You'd also be the first to know. He would've ran to you and asked if you manifested a mark too, but for your sanity, you pushed the thought at the back of your head as soon as it came.)

To say, to imply that Seokjin’s soulmate is the kid on the side of the table, it almost made you grimace.

“Hey Alexa, I know you're just new and a foreigner but that doesn't mean we'd let you disrespect your seniors!” Minhyuk, someone who had quickly wormed into your friend group last year, had jumped to your defense.

Alexa scoffed. “I'm just saying, no need to be so secretive, unnie. Everyone in this table knows how close Bangtan is to you. Everyone is wondering if you've at least dated one of them.”

“Hey Alexa, that's a bit…”

“Why are you guys looking at me like that? I'm just saying what you're all thinking,” She looks back at you. “I've seen how they look at you, surely you've at least had a fling with someone.”

Your brows shot up, incredulous and shocked by her audacity but before you could bite back, Minhyuk stood abruptly, face darkened with pure unadulterated anger.

“Oh this—” Nabi and you were quick to tug him back down to sit.

At the commotion, everyone in the cafeteria shifted their attention to your table, inquisitive and curious of what might've set off the resident social butterfly, someone who everyone knows the name of and has been at the end of his constant kindness.

Minhyuk is a passionate soul, especially towards his job and friends. Having been kicked out for being himself, he turned to the very skill that had his father screaming expletives at him. Recommended by Jihae, who had been visiting a nearby friend at the time and was passing by his street, had found him crying in the rain, outside the gate of his family house. She had taken him home and the rest was history.

There's never been a time when you've all hung out, five emptied bottles of Sojus later, where he wouldn't be crying, thankful for the chance your eldest had given him before turning to you, sobbing loudly and hugging you and the rest of the group in a tight grip. Heart full of gratefulness for his new found family.

So there was no shock that he had been the first one to jump at the first sign of aggression towards your group.

“Everyone is looking, hyuk. Let's calm down.” Nabi whispered to him, eyes cautious and Minhyuk grunted.

“She's lucky we're in public, I would've torn her down for that comment.”

At the end of the table, Alexa scoffed, incredulous. “Are you seriously mad that I'm saying my opinion? Is it a crime to express their own opinion these days?”

“Not when it's as rude as yours.”

Jihae sighs. “Calm down the both of you. Remember that you're working right now.”

You didn't doubt that everyone in the company has speculated about your relationship with Bangtan. It's hard not to when the maknaes hang onto your words and comfortably play around with you, especially not when you have dinner at their dorm every other week so you didn't blame the newbie for being curious.

That's what you would've felt if she hadn't been going around planting ideas into people's heads that she might be Jin’s soulmate like the delusional slug she is.

You had half a mind to loosen your grip on Minhyuk and let him wipe the floor with her unnecessarily expensive work clothes.

Shrugging both your and Nabi’s arms from his, Minhyuk stands up again only to walk away from the table. Instantly, the rest of your group follows him as he marches through the gathered crowd in the cafeteria and in front of the closed elevator.

You trailed behind him, waiting for his eventual frustrated explosion as he always does after an encounter with Alexa since she was hired. Once you were all far enough, hidden away from the prying eyes of the public, he threw his head back and let out a loud, exasperated groan.

“That girl I fucking swear!” He growled as combed his long hair back. “Why did we even let her continue working after the tour?! We could've just found a better alternative, she's getting into my fucking nerves!”

Nabi sighed. “It's not like we have a final say in this, hyuk. Whether you like it or not, we'll be stuck with her until Hyuna comes back.”

“God,” He groaned. “You should've let me hit her once! I'm so tired of hearing her bullshit! Surely, you've heard the lie she's spreading around right?!”

“Like Nabi has said, we can't do anything unless it starts to hurt the reputation of the idol. She's smart for not saying it outright and somehow containing it within the styling departments.” Jihae responds with a defeated shake of her head.

The answer didn't satisfy Minhyuk, who then turned to you with a pout and wide puppy eyes before promptly stomping over and taking both your hands in his.

“Surely you can pull some strings, noona? Tattle off to Namjoon hyung or Seokjin hyung, surely one of them would do something, right?”

You almost considered his suggestion. Alexa had been grating your gears ever since she arrived to replace Hyuna. You had excused her lack of cooperation with the team for being a newbie and clumsy mistakes of haphazardly leaving her items everywhere for the stress of the new environment she was suddenly put in. But for her to go around implying Seokjin is her soulmate is another can of worms you didn't even want to open.

The mere thought of her existing on the same floor as Seokjin invokes an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But unfortunately, even if you had tattled to Namjoon about her, nothing would happen since it's not too drastic of an event to fire someone over for. It's also just not a good idea overall. The tour is set next Wednesday and while Alexa doesn't cooperate with most of the team, she unfortunately got the skill to back her up. Her skills nearly compensate for her rude personality.

Almost.

“They won't fire someone over a small argument, Hyuk. Just suck it in until Hyuna returns.”

“Which will be in December after Japan,” He mulls it over before shaking his head. “Yeah no, I don't think I can tolerate her nasty ass that long.”

The elevator opens—Jihae had called it the moment they've arrived, bless her—and everyone piles in. It was a quick ride, the stylists being on the floor below the cafeteria. In a flash the metal doors parts opened and you all walked out. But before you could follow your friends back into your department, your phone vibrated from your pocket.

Slowing down, you pulled the device out and looked at who's texting you.

[13:02] Hobi: can ask you a favor

[13:02] Hobi: just an itsy bitsy favor 🤏🤏

[13:02] Hobi: I promise it's harmless😁

There's also a text from Guwon not too long ago. Something you missed while you were lost in your thoughts earlier.

[12:30] Guwon: Eat your lunch soon! [13:03] You: hi sorry late reply, I was having lunch with my co-workers, couldn’t use my phone during. [13:03] You: I hope your lunch was good😁

You briefly grimaced at how robotic your reply sounded before returning to Hoseok who had sent another text.

[13:03] Hobi: don't leave me on seen please😢 [13:03] Hobi: noona noona noona noona noona [13:04] You: hoba hoba hoba hoba hoba [13:04] Hobi: YAY [13:04] You: how can I help you? [13:05] Hobi: can you deliver lunch to hyung?😁 [13:05] Hobi: I would do it myself but I'm currently helping Seokjin hyung and Namjoon with the dance [13:06] Hobi: and we both know Yoongi hyung wouldn't eat on time if I do it [13:06] Hobi: can you do it for me?🥺 [13:06] You: sure, you guys still in the dance practice room? [13:07] Hobi: ur a life saver [13:07] Hobi: an angel in disguise [13:07] Hobi: but yes😁 [13:08] Hobi: just knock on the door when you're here😁

“Y/N?” Jihae asks and you look back up to see your group waiting for you.

“Who is it?” Nabi adds.

“Better be news of Alexa getting fired. If not, I don't want to hear it.” Minhyuk says as he crosses his arms. You shook your head and he threw his hands up in frustration.

“Got asked to help with something but I'll be back in a moment.”

With a brief goodbye, you turned back to the elevator and directed yourself to the floor where the dance practice rooms are at.

The walking distance from the elevator is not too far from the dance room but seeing five familiar teenage boys speaking in hushed whispers and hitting each other's arms in front of the vending machine just a feet away from the door easily distracted you.

If they had been crowding around the machine, you would've thought they were fighting over the last snack but instead they were all facing the same direction as your destination.

Sneaking up to the five giants, you're slowly introduced to the dilemma they were hitting and pushing each other for.

“You're the oldest, you should go and knock!”

“Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean I should always be the first! Why are you even ordering me around?! Go ask Huening Kai instead!”

“Why me? I can't talk in Korean, I-I’m foreigner .”

“Oh don't you pull that shit on us. How are you only a foreigner when it matters?!”

“What are we talking about?”

Three shrill screams pierced through the air as the five of them jumped back, awkwardly long bodies falling against and clutching onto each other for dear life, all of them huddling onto the next body for protection. But once they recognize you, Yeonjun immediately regains composure and breaks off from the cluster to stomp over to you with his bottom lip jut out as he dramatically latches onto your arm.

“Noonaa, why would you scare us like that?!”

When you first met Yeonjun, he was standing in front of the cafeteria bar in front of the exhausted cashier and the long irritated line of workers, peering up onto the menu before looking down to count his money. He looked like a little kid lost in the sea of busy adults, painfully alone and helpless as the hungry customers behind him began to complain loudly.

He had been holding up the line as he recounted his change once more, hoping he had miscounted and that he could afford what he was eyeing. Seeing his hopeful expression crumble into defeat was enough to make you approach him and buy him lunch.

Yoongi had teased you when he saw another kid trailing behind you like a baby duckling, saying you were collecting every doe eyed kid in the company and becoming their reliable older sister. The rest laughed when they saw Yeonjun’s soulmates follow suit.

“What were you guys doing? Fighting against who gets the last chip?”

Beomgyu then ran to wrap his arms around yours, the sweetest and most innocent smile plastered on his face as the two boys began to walk you forward, the destination? The dance studio.

“You know that we love you right, noona?”

Why these kids are genuinely intimidated by your sweet Hoba is beyond you. The man screams and flinches at the smallest of bugs daring to exist two feet away from him. Still, you entertained them with a raise of an eyebrow and Yeonjun continued.

“Our favorite make-up noona, the greatest sister figure we have ever had, my savior and my salvation, our dearest credit card—”

“Okay, what do you guys want?”

You all stopped in front of the dance room door. IDOL was blasting on the other side of the wall, the floor vibrating with the beat. Although muffled, you could pick up the sound of shoes squeaking against the floor and heavy footsteps accompanying the song.

“Could you pretty please knock on the door?” Beomgyu asks, pleading and also hopeful and the rest of his brothers chimed from behind you with their own versions of the request which ended up sounding like a bunch of warbled words and shooting you puppy eyes.

“Couldn't you have done that yourselves?”

“But they're busy and J-Hope sunbae is scary.” Taehyun quietly adds behind you.

“Hoba? He's the sweetest though?”

“Okay, let's not lie to ourselves now,” Huening Kai shoots back before motioning to the door. “Just… knock and we'll handle it from there. We promise!”

“Cross our hearts.” Taehyun says, drawing a cross over his chest. The other four follow.

Dance teacher Hoseok to you is a hoax. You've never been subjected to his intense scrutiny and harsh perfectionist side, always managing to slip past or only being able to meet him outside of the workplace where he'd be far relaxed and cheerful.

Sure there's been plenty of photographic and recorded evidence posted in the group chat but you still find it hard to believe he's more frightening than the bugs that scare him off the room.

“He's not that scary, guys.”

Taehyun scoffs. “Easy for you to say.”

“Crush privileges.” Soobin quietly adds.

“What—”

The door swings open before you could ask what he meant and Jungkook steps out of the room.

In a span of a second, the memories of his drunken confession flashed before your eyes. From the moment he had entered your home with bags of snacks to the way his voice had sounded, hushed and shaky, when he asked you for a kiss.

Seeing him again outside the concert where Namjoon and Yoongi had made sure there were no contacts between the two of you, evoked a weird sense of longing within you. Having absolutely no contact with Jungkook for two days had you missing and recollecting your past memories with him. In the short amount of time you've been away, you wondered about many things.

From something as headache-inducing variations of hows and whys questioning his attraction to you to something more simple and short like ‘how is he feeling right now?’.

It was a dumb question with an obvious answer yet you wanted to know. Curiosity and anxiety clawing at your chest.

Is your friendship still okay?

Did rejecting someone this time finally ruin your entire dynamic with the group?

Should you have chosen someone like your sister had told you to do?

They have plagued your mind and haunted you in your waking days yet the moment you finally see him, your mouth dries up and your voice dies in your throat.

But before you could even muster the courage to talk to him, he turned his attention to the boys who had retreated behind you the moment the door opened and greeted them with a short bow before walking away, completely ignoring you. Pain blooms in your chest like a thorned vine wrapping and strangling your heart tighter and tighter as you watch his back disappear around the corner.

“Did sunbae just ignore noona?”

“Is that even possible?”

“I didn't hallucinate that, right?”

“Noona, are you okay?” Soobin’s concerned voice, soft and cautious, brings you back to reality and you turn to them, a precariously built smile on your face.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The five stared at you with uncertainty before sharing a look as you stepped into the studio, exposing you to the two figures laid on the floor, heaving and panting. The main character of your thoughts was sitting at the far corner next to the black plastic table while Hoseok stood in the middle of the room, unaffected by whatever had happened and was chugging down the water from the small bottle in his hand.

As if he had grown a sixth sense for you, he suddenly spun around, a wide grin brightening his stern face.

“Noona!”

At this, the two men on the floor perks up. Namjoon merely waves before promptly dropping back down, Jimin and Taehyung only smiled at you, looking spent from whatever routine Hoseok had them do before turning to the two tallest. Seokjin had pushed himself up to stand and approach the black plastic table from the other end of the room where a dozen take outs were.

As Hoseok approached you, his gaze then found the cluster of five heads peeking through the sides of the entrance and laughed.

“You’ve got five ducklings following you. Did they ask you to knock on the door for them or did you buy them ice cream again?” He jokes before turning to the teens and waving them over. The group then spread to occupy the space in the doorway and bowed. “What can I do for you guys?”

They suddenly disappear behind the wall but you hear them hitting each other and their whispered-shouts, it took a long while before Soobin was pushed out of the shadow and forced to talk to their sunbae. The painfully shy teen shuffles over, shoulders folded forward and taking the smallest of steps forward before stuttering a bow.

A wide smile brightens Hoseok's face, endeared by the boy’s actions.

“H-Hi sunbae.”

“Hello, Soobinie.”

“We-we we're just wondering if we-we could watch you guys? Practicing dancing I mean—Not that you sunbaes need it cause you're professionals!—I mean of course you still need to practice to be better at dancing and—wait no—”

“ Yah Soobin, stop embarrassing us like this!” Yeonjun scolds from behind and immediately, the young leader snapped his head at him, almost breaking his neck from how fast he had whipped around.

“Then go do it yourself!”

“We don't mind, as long as you guys stay in a corner like good kids then we'll all be good!” Hoseok cuts in before an argument ensues.

There's a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to see Seokjin standing behind you, a gentle smile playing on his plush lips, both hands hidden behind him.

There's an awkwardness that hung in the air as the conversation from the night before echoed between you both as you gazed into each other's eyes before he cleared his throat and began.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes.” You lie. Jin caught it and he rolled his eyes.

Turning to face him fully, he then takes one of your hands and forces your fingers to hold the neatly folded top of a paper takeout bag.

“I've packed Yoongi’s portion here as well as an extra for you—”

“You didn't need to, Jinnie. I already ate.”

Ignoring your words, he continued. “—I even had them order some soft tofu soup, you were craving it last week, right?”

It was sweet being loved so selflessly by him. It tasted like the sweetest nectar from the garden of Eden with a foul aftertaste once your mind reminded you of your sins against the man and the thorned tendrils of guilt coiled tighter around your chest, its sourness easily overlapping the sweetness of his love.

After Jungkook pretending you didn't exist earlier, having Jin, someone who you didn't even know still admired you all these years while you had messed around with many faces and came to work with some of their marks on your skin, expressing his care had you almost bursting at the seams.

It enrages you thinking about Alexa going around spreading her bullshit spiel about being Jin’s soulmate. As if she deserved a morsel of his attention.

Nobody deserves Seokjin, not even you.

“Thank you Jinnie, but I’m really fine.” You then remembered your promise to return to your friends soon. “And Jihae is expecting me back immediately.”

“Coffee and toast is not lunch.” He deadpans as he takes your hand and forces it to close around the pack. “Just eat it with Yoongi, he'd be happy to be able to eat with someone and I’ll handle Jihae noona.”

“How the hell did you know what I had for lunch?”

Shock crossed over his face and he brought a hand over his mouth. “I was right? I just had a hunch on what you ate.”

“That’s a bit creepy, old man.”

“Maybe it’s a soulmate mark manifesting.” He shrugs but you doubt he meant it in a joking way.

“You’re way past the age, give it up hyung.”

You both turned to the door at Jungkook’s voice. Like earlier, he had strode in without acknowledging your presence, something Seokjin had noticed immediately. His eyes slid to the five boys tentatively pushing each other to the empty corner of the studio before looking back at their youngest.

“How could you insult me like this? I fed you with my hands, you should be addressing me formally with a full 90° bow!”

“I should’ve bitten your fingers at least once back then.” Jungkook jokingly muses.

Before you could witness their banter explode, there’s a tug on your shirt and you spun around to face Hoseok who had nodded his head to the door. Jin had already marched towards the maknae before you could even thank him so you left.

Once you were both outside the studio, Hoseok closed the door behind and hugged you.

“Wh-what is this?”

“A thank you hug for being the sacrifice and feeding the grumpy dragon instead.” He says with a laugh but you knew what he was trying to do.

Returning the hug, you replied. “I’m fine, Hoba. I didn’t expect us to be buddy buddy again after what happened.”

He sighed.

“He still shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure Seokjin hyung will talk to him about it later.”

Stepping back, you shook your head. “No need, I understand why he’s acting like that.”

His eyes regarded your face for a moment before pulling you back in for a hug and nuzzling his head on top of yours. “You don’t have to defend him noona, he’s acting like a child. It's our duty as his hyungs to fix that up.”

“Please don’t. It feels like you’re taking sides, he might think it's unfair.”

He laughs. “Are you kidding? ‘Cause from what I’m seeing, he’s being a petulant child. He should handle the rejection with more grace when it's his fault he’s in this predicament. You know Seokjin hyung warned him, right?”

“Yeah, he told me when he and Tae took him home.”

“Then you should know better than to defend him.” You opened your mouth to refute but he pressed a finger to your lips. “Don't start. He's not the same sixteen years old we had to raise back then, he needs correcting.”

With two hands on your shoulders, he then spun you around and began to push you towards the elevator, leaving no room for an argument.

Once he had led you back to the locomotive, he briefly stepped in to push the correct button for the production floor and stepped back and waved as the elevator wall slowly closed to a shut.

“Now go feed hyung and yourself before you go back to work. Thank you again noona and see you later."

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“Special delivery for a grumpy hairless cat!”

A beat.

Then came a grumbled: “Come in.”

Punching the proper strings of numbers on the door code, you open the door to the genius lab to find Yoongi sitting in front of his computer, one ear off of his headphones as he goes back to a specific second again and again.

Situating yourself on the couch next to the door, you place the paper bag on the coffee table and slowly unload all its contents, hoping its smell is enough to deter him from his work just for a second.

Taking one of the containers, you open it to see strips of savory beef generously sprinkled on top of rice. The savory smell of the dish wafting out almost immediately, and Yoongi visibly perks up from his table; if perking up meant him temporarily stopping his incessant clicking and head tilting a little to the side.

“Is it all meat?”

Placing down the container, you opened the other one to reveal the same dish except this time with fried rice.

“Yeah, you want fried rice or no?”

“Whatever you like less.” He grumbled as he returned to his work.

“That's not a proper answer.”

“Just take whatever you want, I like either.” He muttered.

Staring at the food on the table, you found yourself at a crossroads. The fried rice looks more appetizing than the plain white rice on the other container but you've had enough sodium for the week, having challenged Taehyung, Jimin and Jin to who can eat more ramyeon in one sitting the day before the concert.

But today just doesn't feel like a plain rice type of day.

But fried rice isn't healthy.

“Just choose please, I don't know what I want either.” You groaned out, frustrated.

With a grunt, the man took off his headphones and turned to face you before maneuvering himself closer to the table and picking up the container with the plain rice.

“Stop thinking so much about what is healthy or not,” He remarked as he took a pair of chopsticks from the paper bag. “I could hear your thoughts even with my headphones on and my back turned.”

“Then why tell me to choose if you already knew?”

Yoongi only shrugged as he took his first bite, prompting you to take yours. He seems to mull over something as he chews, staring at the food on the table for a while before placing the container down and leaving the room without a word.

You had learned not to question his confusing actions throughout the years, even then you couldn't help but be bewildered.

When he returned, he was carrying two drinks in one hand. Sprite and Kombucha. Settling back on his chair, he placed down the bottle of Kombucha in front of him before opening the can of sprite and placing it in front of you.

“I don't have any straws on me so you'll have to just chug it.”

People don't usually notice it but you think Jin and Yoongi are more similar in how they show their affections, just in different volumes. Seokjin’s care is always voiced out, always asking whether you want something or not and offering to do or make it for you while Yoongi just somehow always knows what you want and does it wordlessly. Both of them are providers who’d go as far as to pick the stars for you if you so wished.

If you had asked them for something as ludicrous and impossible as fried cotton candy with melted cheese on top, Jin would complain and express his disgust openly, ranting about the strenuous process while holding the handle of the pan and a spatula in the other while Yoongi would cook it without questioning your sanity.

Either way, it never fails to make your chest warm.

“Thank you, Yoongs.”

He suddenly takes a huge bite, bringing the container close to his face before humming out his response, easily flustered as ever.

You both eat your food in silence. With years of friendship under your belt, you have learned to enjoy the serenity Yoongi’s silence brings. It had been rough at the start, his quietness matched with his stoic expression had often led to misunderstandings where you often thought he thinks of you badly for being close to his brothers, especially after Jin’s confession.

He had confronted you once he heard it from Namjoon,—who had immediately tattled onto his hyung after you had told him not to tell anyone—saying he simply had problems expressing himself. You could remember how his hands, despite being entangled with each other, shook with his voice, could recall how he had forced himself to hold eye contact with you when he always had difficulties in holding one.

It was thoughtful and that was the first time you had felt the tingles of warmth in your chest. Teenage you had her feet swept off by a stuttering mess of a guy with eye contact issues.

Despite Jin being the first in the group to confess, Yoongi was the first to touch your heart.

“Why are you looking at me like that?’

You tilt your head. “Like what?”

A conflict of emotion crossed his eyes as he struggled to find the words but before he could, your phone vibrated from your pocket.

[13:54] Guwon: I'm at the cafe close to your building

You almost choked on your spit, surprised by his message and Yoongi hurriedly put his food down to pat your back.

Guwon’s office was on the other side of the city, why would he drive so far just to get some coffee with you during work days?

Love , a voice answers and you immediately waved it off.

There was no way he had fallen in love with you in such a short time. You have been on two dates with him and he hadn't even asked you to be his girlfriend when there's been multiple times throughout those days and nights he had the chance to do so.

During nights where you'd restlessly toss around on your bed, you found yourself facing one more problem outside of your friends.

You didn't notice when it started when Guwon began to make your stomach churn and it bothers you to the nines at how you were being suspicious of him.

Guwon is a genuinely nice guy with a legit and grand background from what you learned throughout the short time you've been hanging out, his case stories of helping out women stuck in abusive relationships and bringing justice to those the law has failed once proven true when you've typed his name on Naver. The man didn't deserve the doubt twisting in your stomach nor the aversion you were slowly gaining towards him.

There was just something about him that struck you odd.

Your conflicting feelings surrounding your friends' confessions shouldn't be affecting your relationship with the man you will marry at some point yet it ended up doing so.

There was something foul and bitter simmering in your guts these days whenever you force yourself to think about him during your time. It burns like bile and tasted like betrayal, almost like unfaithfulness ; you try not to think hard on why you feel this way but it's hard not to when Jimin and Taehyung's jealousy keeps flashing behind your eyelids with every blink.

[13:55] You: Oh wow, which one? [13:55] Guwon: The one on the left side, Areum Cafe. [13:55] Guwon: Are you free to get a cup of coffee with me? [13:56] Guwon: Sorry for springing this up on you [13:55] Guwon: I missed you🙁

“Who is it?”

“It's Guwon,” You say, scratching your head. “He says he's at the cafe down the road and wants to meet up.”

Yoongi placed down his food and stared at you, long and hard. Cat-like eyes narrowing and observing you as he leaned back on his chair and sighed.

“I assume you need help getting out? I'm not as… bold as the younger ones but I think I can help… somehow”

His presence would surely help tamper down the discomfort that had bloomed with the recent revelations. Yoongi is intimidating as he is caring, having him next to you while meeting with Guwon would ensure you a shorter time spent with the man, as well as prohibit him from pulling another surprise kiss on you.

But why are you so uncomfortable spending time with Guwon anyways?

You didn't have any problems before, even wanted to sleep with him the night prior so why now?

“How’d you know I need help?”

“You looked like your mother just told you to come to another date.”

Immediately, you ironed out the frown you didn't realize had marred your face.

“I thought you would've been delighted you've finally met your match?”

“I-I am.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, the sound echoing louder in the silence of the room. “Try again. A little more sure this time.”

You sighed and relented, knowing the man wouldn't let you take a step out of the door if you lied to him again.

“Everything just started feeling wrong for some reason.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, eyes widening with surprise. “How so?”

“You know, when Jimin and Taehyung came over last night to make sure I got home safe, they were acting strange towards Guwon.” When he made no move to respond, you continued. “When Guwon suddenly kissed me, Taehyung looked… scary. Jimin too, if you can believe it.”

“I actually do.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Yoongi goes silent again, mulling over something as his gaze finally met yours for the first time that day. “For someone so perceptive, you're a bit oblivious.”

“What is it?”

“I won't elaborate, I'll let you realize things on your own.”

You groaned, facepalming because ain't no way Yoongi just added more fuel to the forest fire that is your thoughts. The man doesn’t even look aware of what his words had done, reaching over and innocently sipping on his kombucha once more.

Another chime from your phone and it was Guwon asking once more if you’ll come and meet him. You hold back a frown and Yoongi notices.

“Back to what you were saying, why do you think it felt wrong to see Guwon?”

With his calm voice and the deafening silence of the room, you found yourself comparing Yoongi, who even has his hands folded over his crossed jean-clad legs, to a therapist and laughed.

“Didn’t know I was due for a therapy session when I dropped off your lunch.”

“Well I did, just not with Guwon,” He placed down his bottle. “So, do you need my help or not?”

“Is breathing important? Obviously yes.”

He nods and stands, but not before saying, “I hope you know this conversation is far from over.”

__________

While his presence had given you more peace of mind, leaving the BigHit building with Yoongi—who had forgone his usual outdoor style of beanies and big prescription glasses had only worn a black mask in order to appear more intimidating, claiming the beanie and glasses softens his edges, something you playfully rolled your eyes at—still felt like walking into your doom.

The moment he steps out of the building, suddenly everyone's eyes are on him. The cool stoicness surrounding him commanded attention and the people listened without complaint, not when Yoongi looked like every highschool teenage girls’ bad boy wet dream.

Strolling into the cafe is easier with Yoongi trailing behind you like a guard dog; or in his case, a guard panther.

There's something about having the rapper, who has never shown a hint of romantic attraction to you in all your years being their friend, accompanying you to meet the man you might marry made you feel awkward. It makes your heart jittery and your stomach twisting uncomfortably, the nerves from meeting Guwon only adding fuel to the fire.

It felt improper somehow, as if you were breaking an invisible rule you're yet to uncover from the depths of your soul.

The tempting aroma of freshly baked buttery goods and roasted coffee beans greeted you the moment Yoongi had pushed the door open for the both of you. In the controlled volume of mixed chatters from different tables, a calm acoustic instrumental flies through the air and you almost forgot what you came here for.

It didn't take long for you to find Guwon sitting on the table farthest from the entrance, secluded and away from the wide glass pane windows. When the door had opened with a chime, the man had raised his head from his phone and met your eyes. You try not to linger on how his expression stiffened when he realized you had Yoongi in tow before a smile wipes it away.

“You see him?” Yoongi’s voice grumbled from behind and you nod. Guwon stands, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor catching his attention. “That him?”

“Yeah, I don't think he's happy I brought you with me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Good.”

Good?

Guwon met you both halfway, arms opened wide to greet you with a hug and you let him. When you pull away, his hand casually falls to your waist and your skin scrawls .

Immediately, Yoongi’s eyes drop to look at it but before any hint of emotion breaks onto his face, his cool eyes are already back on your suitor’s face.

“Which one of your kids am I given the pleasure of meeting this time?” Guwon asks before offering his free hand to Yoongi who had taken it with a carefully crafted blank expression and an unrelenting stare.

Seeing him remain in eye contact with Guwon surprises you. The man, even after your years of being friends, had never held eye contact for longer than five seconds outside the time he had opened up to you about his struggle with expressing himself.

It made you curious. Why is he provoking him? Is he testing Guwon?

“I'm not one of her kids, I'm actually older than her. Min Yoongi.”

“Yoo Guwon, a pleasure to meet you.”

Even when both their hands had long pulled away from each other, their eyes lingered longer. Challenging on Guwon's part, and taunting on Yoongi's as he stared back completely unfazed.

Seeing them silently engage in a dick measuring contest, something you didn’t expect Yoongi to ever partake in since he had been loud in his distaste for his own gender, irked you. The tightening grip on your waist didn't help, wanting nothing but to slap it off if it wasn't for your promise to your mother to not fuck this up.

‘If you don't tell them what you're uncomfortable with, then they'll continue on doing it. The other guys out there aren't like us who'd feel guilty if we knew, I fear that they might take advantage of you instead, noona.’ Hobi’s voice echoes in your mind.

Sorry Hoba, I'm trying to make this work. But if this behavior continues, then I'll listen to you.

“I thought you idols are often more busy than the average folk?”

Yoongi sucks air through his teeth before responding. “We were in the middle of a fitting prior. I hope you don't mind me keeping watch, can't have our staff getting distracted by heartthrobs like you.”

Guwon laughed, a little louder than usual.

“She's been telling you guys about me?”

“All the good things, don't worry.” He then turns to you, eyes searching your face for a hint of extreme discomfort before continuing. “I'll go order the others some food.”

Sparing one last nod of his head at the man next to you, Yoongi then turns towards the counter to order. The moment he was out of earshot, dread drops onto your stomach like an anvil and you looked up at the Guwon whose eyes were already trained onto yours, a lazy smile stretched on his lips.

“I assume you’ll be needed back once he’s done?”

“ Yeah, I’m sorry it's just… Wrong timing.”

He waves you off. “Nonsense, it’s my fault for bringing you out of your work. They won’t fine you for this, right?”

“I went with one of my bosses, of course they won’t.”

His eyes studied your face for a moment, searching.

For what? You don’t want to know.

When he had found whatever it was, his face melts into a softer, more mellow expression and your heart clenches. The outpouring of awe in his eyes felt heavy and thick, it clogs up your throat and weighs your already strained form.

“I missed you.” He whispers with the sweetest of voices. “Did you miss me?”

“I-I do, kept thinking about you...”

The lie weighted like lead on your tongue and burned like acid. Compared to the genuineness practically dripping from his lips, your words fall short in your ears. With the way his softened expression crumpled into a frown, you knew he also noticed the hesitance in your voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. With the tour being so close and more sponsorship offers coming in, it got a bit stressful than usual.”

When his arms reach around your shoulders and pull you flush to his chest, you will yourself not to tense. You were both hugging in the middle of the coffee shop and you could feel the nearby patrons’ stare pressing onto your body, judging and unpleasant. Embarrassment burns your cheeks and the desire to push him away grows.

Even Jimin and Taehyung doesn’t dare to get affectionate in public, none of your friends ever did anything more than a hand on your shoulder to lead you to the correct direction or a supportive pat on the back when Jungkook had more sleep and food ingested, and was bouncing off the walls and you just happen to be assigned to him.

You wanted nothing more but to tell him to back off but the words got stuck in your throat.

“Just a tip, she doesn’t like PDA so maybe step away?”

Immediately, Guwon scrambles off of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Guwon says, his hand falling from your shoulder and down to your arm. You tried your best not to shiver, you really do. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

A firm and familiar hand lands on your shoulder before Yoongi’s tugging you to stand next to him. There’s a set in jaw as his eyes narrowed down at Guwon, the hand replacing Guwon on your arm is tense and rigid but not enough to hurt. The air around him has sharpened and cooled into icy spikes.

For a moment, you had thought you were being hounded by Taehyung again.

You sensed that he had a lot to say once you were out of sight, all of them expressing his distaste for the man you’re set to eventually marry. Even when you were all standing there, you could already imagine the curses and nitpicked details pouring out of his lips.

“We’ll be going back now,” Yoongi says to Guwon, voice tight as if holding back his emotions as he curtly bowed. “Our leader is already demanding us to come back so we’ll have to cut this meeting short. It was nice meeting you though.”

Guwon looked incredulous at the turn of events, eyes shuttering before he nodded in understanding and turned to flash a smile at you.

“Message me when you’re back at the company, alright?”

Yoongi didn’t even linger long enough for you to respond, already walking away. By the time you turned to look at him, he was already three long gaits away from leaving the coffee shop. With a dip of your head, you sprint to follow closely behind the man now pushing through the door.

You could understand the reason for his irritation, Yoongi was always the most protective out of the bunch and the one with the most to say about men. To see your closest female friend be made uncomfortable by her suitor, a stranger in his eyes, there was no doubt he’d be livid.

But why does he have to walk so damn fast?!

You’re not physically built to match his pace, he takes one step and you have to do three. It was infuriating but you couldn’t exactly scream at him to slow down in public, catching the attention of other people would only create more problems than you both could take on.

He eventually slows down to a halt in front of the double glass doors of the BigHit building and you were able to finally catch up to him. In the lobby, you both calmly approached the elevator, a complete juxtaposition of how hasty you two were not a moment before.

But the moment the metal doors of the elevator shuts, isolating you and Yoongi from the rest, he begins.

“I don’t like him.”

It was stupid but you wanted to know what specific trait he had found irksome.

(Deep down, you knew you were finding a reason to stop, to let go of Guwon and stop this stupid charade.)

“He didn’t even notice you were uncomfortable earlier. When you told us that he’s good, I thought he’d be decent, not top grade bare minimum.”

“H-He was actually good, believe it or not.”

“So he's a pretentious prick?”

You sighed. “H-He just—”

“Hyung wouldn't approve.” Yoongi cuts in, his hardened eyes now piercing through yours, almost taunting you to bite back. “Not just him, everyone wouldn't. You'd break poor Jiminie’s heart if you continued seeing him once he found out how he acted today.”

You knew he was guilt tripping you and it was working. But you swore Guwon was better than the others, he had treated you with a gentleness and care your friends had shown yet something had changed after that night.

Was Taehyung's clinginess, their presence in general, been the catalyst?

Had he felt threatened by them showing up? You had established early on that they're your boss and your mother would've mentioned your relationship with the boys in passing at least, so why would he feel threatened by them?

“I know what you're thinking but it doesn't work like that.” His voice, now softer than it had been earlier, pierces through the trance you’ve submerged into. “Even if you had said you’re only friends with them, it's human nature for us to still feel intimidated even if we're just friends.”

“That's dumb.”

He shrugged. “Men are dumb, I'm just slightly better than the rest.”

“That's debatable.” You joked and he raised an eyebrow.

“ Your taste is questionable.” He shot back and you hit his arm in response, making him laugh but it dissolves as fast as it came. “I'm serious, hyung won't like it if you continue meeting Guwon.”

“I know, I can already hear him and we're not even there yet.”

“Don’t be dumb and break it off with him. If you want a husband so bad, tell auntie to wait for me to renew my contract next year and then I'll marry you.”

He meant it as a joke, you knew that, but you couldn't stop the butterflies in your stomach from fluttering wildly. You're suddenly reminded of a scene from years ago, his alcohol-flushed cheeks pulled taut by the dopey smile stretching his lips wide and his slurred voice admitting something you, even in the present time, have no recollection of what had been uttered.

You both have been battered to the nines, drunken out of your minds and stumbling over the smallest rocks on the street by the time Seokjin and Namjoon had found you halfway home. It was a miracle you both got off unscathed with how giggly and dumbed down you both were.

“Bold of you to assume I'd say yes.”

“I got wealth, I got a good mug on me, I can do all the household chores, what else would you need?”

“Seokjin also got and can do those.”

He pondered long and hard, sucking air through his teeth before he turned to you again with a glint in his eyes.

“You know what they say about my tongue right?”

He couldn’t say he didn’t expect the punch in the arm that followed soon after.

When the elevator door opens and you both go straight for the dance studio, the conversation about Guwon is put on pause and you dread the moment Seokjin hears what had transpired in the coffee shop when suddenly, Yoongi stills and hissed out a curse.

“ Shit , I forgot Jungkook’s muffins.”

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Yes. You are racist. (Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one)

So approximately half a year since the premier of the Disney+ Percy Jackson show, and almost two years since the announcement of the Trio's casting, I would like to take this moment to look back at the insane, racist and anti-black backlash that was launched at Leah Sava Jeffries and a few other cast members from the PJO fandom.

I'm not concerned with the trolls who are openly racist, who resorted to racist slurs and outright threats, everyone agrees that they "took it too far". I want to talk about the rest of you, the "I'm not racist, but.." people, the "What's wrong with wanting book accuracy?" people. Just to let you know, for the unasked question... yes, yes you are.

I've noticed the Percy Jackson fandom has been lording some weird superiority complex over a certain *unnamed* fandom that has fallen out of grace due to their recently outed bigot of an author. But honestly, y'all are not much different. The amount of vitriol and anti-blackness I have seen from this fandom (beyond just bullying a 12 year old girl), y'all don't have a leg to stand on.

Below is a breakdown of the most common arguments I have seen used to justify y'alls absolutely insane bigotry. I am going to explain why none of these justify the amount of anger and vitriol y'all have sent towards Leah, Rick or any of the cast.

I am not here to argue, and this is not a democracy. I am giving you a chance for some self-reflection and to understand that this pattern of violence directed towards POC actors (mostly black women) has never been justified in the name of "book accuracy"/"comic book accuracy"/"ending forced diversity" or whatever other excuses y'all try to make up.

If you still try to justify or argue further for any of these points, I will just block you. I am not coddling you through your racism. If anyone has seen any other dumb arguments floating around that I might've missed, feel free to sound off in the comments.

She's not book accurate:

Neither is Percy, Luke, Grover, Dionysus, Poseidon, and just about every other named character.

Rick already made it clear that physical features were not the priority with casting, rather it was actors that embodied the role. So why are the biggest complaints about Annabeth and Zeus? 🤔

What? You're gonna say everyone else got backlash too? I see you trying to obscure the main issue by playing dumb 😉

See my friend, yes, there were one or two comments about how Percy's hair should be black or how Luke is supposed to be blonde, but as soon as Leah was cast, none of those actors got any significant backlash. In fact, Walker and Charlie literally have an army of fan girls at their beck and call, calling them the perfect Percy and Luke, despite neither being "Book accurate". But then again, have we not observed the pattern of White boy of the month vs WOC to hate for the year? (Yes, I know Charlie isn't white. Further adds to the irony, doesn't it).

Why include character descriptions if you won't stay true to them, you cry? Well, my dear sweet moron, see, books and TV are two different mediums. Because in literature, you can't *Literally* SEE the characters, the author has to add descriptions to paint a picture in your mind, in TV... that's not an issue. So unless the character's appearance is necessary to the plot (like Luke's scar, or Nico being Italian) the show runners can actually focus on more important things.. Like ACTING and PERSONALITY.

2. It's just not how I imagined her:

News flash, babe! ANNABETH ISN'T REAL. None of these character are. They are concepts that originated from the brain of Mr. Rick Riordan. It doesn't matter how YOU imagined her. There are millions of people who read these books that imagined her several different ways. When the creator of the character watched Leah's audition and said, 'Yes! She embodies the character I created!", your imagined version of Annabeth ceased to matter. And guess what? The books still exist... they have not been burned. Your version of Annabeth has not disappeared. Go read the books.

3. Zeus can't be black/Gods have to be Greek/*Insert Character* can't be black:

Y'all did not read the books, I swear. You have to be fake fans looking to troll atp.

The gods move based off the center of western civilization. They change their forms/environment to reflect the culture they are occupying (they did it with Rome, now they're doing it with America). The gods change forms all the time. How we see them is not their true form as a mortal would disintegrate if they were to see their true form.

America is a cultural melting pot (specifically NY where Mount Olympus is now based). If the god's choose forms that reflect the current society they inhabit, they could literally be any race (keep in mind NYC is only 33% white).

All of this is literally SPELLED OUT in the Lightning Thief.

Furthermore, if you're going to push the ethnically Greek thing... Poseidon is British with a British accent and Hermes is Latino. The only ethnically Greek actor is Dionysus (who still doesn't look book accurate). Y'all are sounding like some white supremacists because do you forget that race is a social construct?

Before the advent of the transatlantic slave trade, I can promise you that the Greeks and the Anglo-Saxons did NOT view themselves as the same people. Why are y'all not taking issue with Poseidon's actor then?

Also, Percy Jackson has canonically had a slew of explicitly black demigods since the second book (including Harriet Tubman, which I have mixed feelings about 😭), so I genuinely have no idea where some of y'all are going with this point.

4. She was our smart blonde representation:

Don't pmo. I swear to God!

White, blonde women have NEVER been excluded from Hollywood. Representation is not something you lacked. The dumb blonde stereotype was a simple branch off of a larger misogynistic "dumb woman" stereotype. It has not truly been relevant since the mid 2000s outside of childish jokes.

This iteration of Percy Jackson will probably not go beyond the first 5 books, based off pacing and the age of the actors. So here's a fun game: 5 bucks to the first person who can find me a quote in the first 5 Percy Jackson books, where Annabeth laments her insecurities about being blonde (hint: there aren't any).

Also, her blonde hair does not hold her back at Camp because she is head of the Athena Cabin who are highly respected (and guess what?), ARE ALL BLONDE!

Her insecurities about her hair color are two or three lines at most in the later books, not this fundamental, core part of her character y'all all of a sudden wanna pretend it was. And guess what, as a non-blonde black girl, I was able to read those scenes of Annabeth feeling undervalued because of her looks and relate to her even if she didn't look like me at the time.

Why all of a sudden can y'all not do that with a black Annabeth? By every metric black girls are undervalued for their intelligence in academia more than white girls are, regardless of hair color. So your little representation of a woman undervalued by her looks would still hold. Do y'all dehumanize black women so much, that you are incapable of empathizing with show!Annabeth's plight in the way I could with Book!Annabeth simply because she doesn't look exactly like you?

Your issue isn't that she isn't blonde, it's that she is NOT WHITE.

Furthermore, Becky Riordan had tweeted previously (before the show was even cast) that Annabeth never needed to be blonde (probably recalling the BS y'all put Alexandra Daddario through), so even if they cast a white Annabeth, the blonde hair was never a guarantee. the author and producers all agree that it was not a significant part of her character. It's been a non-issue since day one.

Also, stop acting like smart blondes are rare in media... If you don't go watch some Legally blonde, Iron Man (Pepper Potts), Zack and Cody (Maddie), Liv and Maddie, FMAB (Winry), Captain Marvel, She-Ra, Buffy, The boys (starlight) etc. etc., and go sit down somewhere 🙄🙄🙄 (those were literally all things I've watched recently, off the top of my head, btw 💀)

5. It's not about race, but...:

Yes it is. It was always bout race. No other actors got as much hate as Leah. Her grandmother and other family members on IG had to mute their comments because they were getting so many threats.

Alexandra Daddario had to come to her defense on Twitter. Rick had to put out an official statement on his website. This girl has endured years of psychological torment for simply having the best audition. No one else is book accurate, no one else is ethnically Greek (except Jason Mantzoukas). Walker literally has British and German ancestry.

Why was she being called racial slurs on reddit and in youtube comments?

I know what you're gonna say, "I actually had problems with the entire cast", "I actually had a bigger issue with Walker's hair color", blah blah blah. Then why aren't you in Walker's comment sections? Why are you only making your displeasure known on posts defending/advocating for Leah? Why is she always your first example of 'wrong casting"?

Well, she "looks the most different"... Look up the term "scapegoating".

"Oh, I don't agree with the harassment. I just don't like the casting." Guess what? She's already been cast. They are not going to uncast her. What do you get out of still complaining about it.

All the vitriol you're stirring about her when you complain about her on Social media, it is directing people to send her hate, even if you're not writing it directly. It's is not enough to "not agree" with the racism, it is your duty to actively prevent it. And btw, these are young gen z actors, they are active on social media. They see the edits of themselves (even comment on it) and they most likely see these little "harmless" complaints you're posting. Are your upset feelings really worth contributing to the racist dogpile on this poor girl?

6. Why couldn't they atleast give her blonde braids?:

Why should they? Y'all wanted blonde because of the "dumb blonde" trope... that doesn't apply to POC.

A blonde black girl is gonna be viewed the same as a non-blonde black girl (or at worst, someone might decide she's "ratchet" or some shit for wearing colored hair). What difference would it make?

Why shouldn't Walker dye his hair, then?

7. Annabeth has Gray eyes:

Less than 3% of the global population has "gray eyes". Even if they cast a white actor, they would've needed contacts. Her being black is not the reason Annabeth's eyes aren't gray. Simply put, it is a plot element they removed, like the whole "names have power" element, or Ares having flames for eyes, or Dionysus using his powers to grow strawberries at Camp.

That's how adaptations work. Unnecessary plot elements are cut to save time and budget. This has nothing to do with her casting. They probably also didn't want to make child actors wear contacts (not a new practice).

8. Even if Rick chose her, he was wrong/Disney is forcing him to be okay with it:

Where do I start? Rick created the character. He can't be wrong. Do y'all have no self-awareness? Death of the author has no place here, because y'all are hung up on an aspect of the character that is not relevant to her arc or development.

Y'all's justification for wanting a "book accurate" Annabeth is that she was such an inspirational and important character growing up, and yet your behavior is so in conflict with the character you claim means so much to you. You're narrow minded, dismissive of bigotry and injustice, and disrespectful to the wishes of the creator of your favorite character; everything that Annabeth would never be. Y'all were never genuine fans of the books. You're bigots that needed an outlet for your rage.

Keep in mind, Rick has said countless times that PercaBeth directly mirrors his relationship with his wife. Y'all think he would have allowed them to cast someone who doesn't live up to the woman who has been by his side for decades? The mother of his children?

Regarding Disney forcing him, show me one piece of direct evidence that proves Disney in anyway pressured Rick to cast her. Cuz if you can't, that's baseless speculation. And if you have to resort to baseless speculation, maybe try to examine why it's so important to you to hold on to this belief.

9. So, I'm racist because I hate "race swapping"?:

To start, there is a difference between "race swapping" and "color blind casting". Often times, when y'all complain about the former, you're actually mad about the latter.

It would be "race swapping" if Rick and the team decided ahead of time that they wanted a black Annabeth and ONLY allowed black actors to audition. But the actual reality was that they accepted auditions from everyone (there were white actors and non-black poc that also auditioned for the role) and chose the best person who embodied the role. They didn't "make Annabeth black" and they didn't "make Zeus black", they cast black actors for those roles.

Y'all think you're being slick with your wording. Dismissing that is implying that they did not earn their roles fair and square. Which is racist. It's the equivalent of going up to a black college student and telling them they only got in because of affirmative action. You're dismissing the achievements of a person solely because of their racial background.

For all you people complaining about "unfairness" and "forced diversity", I would think hiring based on merit would appeal to you 🤔

71% of theatrical Hollywood leads were white in 2024 in comparison to 29% POC and you still think "black washing" is a thing? You still get this angry over a black person fairly earning a role because you think in a time where Hollywood only knows to do remakes and adaptations, that the majority of lead roles still *have* to be reserved for white actors?

Once again, white people have never been excluded from Hollywood for being white. Representation has never been something you lacked nor is it something you can lose. Your anger comes from seeing a black face where you think they don't belong. Because you feel you are owed a disproportion of representation in Hollywood.

10. Woke agenda/DEI/Forced Diversity:

If you are unironically using any of these terms in a negative light, it's already too late for me to reason with you. Look up the term "dog whistle". If you are sharing the same terminology with Elon Musk and his fanboys, maybe reevaluate some things.

POC are objectively underrepresented and have been historically excluded through actual laws and policies in Hollywood. There is no such thing as "forced diversity", you have bought in to a right wing conspiracy theory.

"Woke" is a term that was intentionally appropriated from the black community. It originally meant being aware of injustice and systematic threats to the community and is now being weaponized by bigots. Good job.

Diversity and inclusion is a good thing.

11. But POC deserve to have their own stories told:

We do. And we have been fighting for it for over a century now, and we've made great strides, no thanks to y'all.

No thanks to y'all gaslighting us about how little representation we get or that representation matters at all. No thanks to y'all pushing the idea that POC can't sell globally and obscuring POC actors in international promos. No thanks to y'all continuing to whitewash even to this day (Bullet train, the beguiled, gods of Egypt, atla, every portrayal of Jesus ever, etc.). No thanks to y'all calling every piece of media that has more than one black lead and more than one queer couple "woke". No thanks to y'all throwing a fit every time a black person in a fantasy setting isn't a slave.

Fact of the matter is, y'all never cared about POC "getting their own stories", you're only parroting our own words back to us now as a politically correct way of saying, "leave white roles alone" lmao

Well fun fact, actors of color getting opportunities to play lead roles and allowing poc to "tell their own stories" are not mutually exclusive. If y'all cared that much, instead of bullying a 12 year old actress, you could actually support up and coming independent POC writers, directors, and studios 😱

12. Studios need to stop "setting up" actors of color:

Do me a favor and google the term DARVO.

Your racism is not the fault of the studios for giving a POC actor a role that they earned. It is not up to the rest of society to tiptoe around racists to avoid their vitriol. It is our responsibility to hold them accountable and protect minorities from unwarranted hate. At most, you can say it's the responsibility of the studios to provide adequate support to POC actors who face this backlash.

At the end of the day, Hollywood only allows very few spots for POC actors (especially WOC), while simultaneously pushing a new white boy every month to put in everything. Putting minorities in these roles that are usually closed to them, usually opens the door to more actors of color than before.

Brandy being cast as Cinderella did a lot to push her into the mainstream (yes, she was already extremely famous in the black community atp), Halle Berry being the first, black, bond girl literally shot her to icon status, and even going as far back to what Anna Mae Wong did for Asian American actresses with her "femme fatale" roles.

At the end of the day, even with the backlash, *some* rep does more good for POC actors than *no* rep. The solution to racist backlash isn't to take away those opportunities, but rather to not be racist??? 🙄

Also, for everyone that claims that "POC race-swapping" is just as bad as "white-washing", despite white washing having a longer history and objectively causing more harm, note how the backlash to white washing never lasts as long as the harassment that POC get.

Like, no one brings up Scarlett Johansson's ghost in the shell role anymore, but you can best believe Candace Patton is still fending off racist trolls. As much as people hated the atla movie, people moved on quick from Nicola Peltz playing Katara since she was just a kid that accepted the role (re: daddy bought her the role), but y'all would not have any of that consideration for Leah Sava Jeffries.

But I digress...

13. What if we made Tiana white? Wakanda white? Hazel white...:

Ah, my favorite inane point. I was so excited to get here :)

See, I could start out by pointing out how "White washing" and casting a POC actor as a traditionally white character are not equivalent.

I could point out the history of hollywood ACTIVELY excluding POC actors and POC stories. I could point out how grossly over represented white people are in hollywood. I could point out that POC characters are so few in comparison that whitewashing them causes actual harm, where white people have never lacked rep.

I could point out how, because poc characters and stories are so often tokenized that their racial/cultural background is often directly tied to their character's identity, in opposition to a lot of white characters, since hollywood treats white as the "Default".

See, I could make all those points, but the thing is, the people who make this argument already know all that. They are trying to waste time by drawing me into a pointless circular argument that will sum up to "fair is fair", while ignoring all the context and nuance I previously provided.

So you know what? Forget it. Let me play your game.

I am actually fine with a white Tiana. Would it make sense, for her and her family to experience Jim Crow era racism, in the south while white? No. But we can look past it. Disney was never known for historical accuracy anyway 🤷🏿‍♀️

However, in exchange, the live action frozen will have a black Elsa and Anna, live action Rapunzel will be black, live action Merida will be black, we're re-filming Cinderella and Beauty and the beast to cast a black belle and Cindy, snow white will need to be recast as black, and we also get aurora whenever the live action sleeping beauty is announced. But then y'all can keep Tiana, deal?

You want a white T'Challa? Fine! (I'm partial to Ryan gosling), in the meantime, we'll be recasting Iron man, Captain America (Steve version), Bruce banner, Thor, Loki, hawk eye, black widow, ant man, captain marvel, Bucky, Peter Parker etc. All the avengers and their side characters, then y'all can have Sam Wilson, war machine and the whole of Wakanda (will it make sense that a sole, hidden, African nation is randomly made up of white people? Who cares? We get the avengers!).

You want white Hazel? You got her! I hope you have no problem with us taking Percy, Nico, Will, Poseidon, Jason, calypso, Rachel, Tyson, Silena, the stoll brothers, Sally Jackson, Hades, Hepheastus, ares, etc. But y'all can have Hazel and Beckendorf.

If we're gonna do this, let's commit all the way. Fair is fair, after all.

14. Leah isn't as "pretty" as Book Annabeth/Movie Annabeth:

I wish I could say this wasn't a genuine point I had read, but when all else fails, they will always go for a woman's appearance.

Now first of all, as a rule, I will never hold black women to white beauty standards. Our hair will never be long and silky enough, our nose will never be narrow enough, our skin will never be fair enough and our eyes will never be light enough (Might I recommend Toni Morrison, when you get the chance?). But Leah is unfairly gorgeous idc what any of you say, and you're not gonna have me use my defense of Leah as an opportunity to bash Alexandra either because she is also beautiful. These two queens slayed to the best of their abilities within this toxic ass fandom.

I find it funny, however, that so many of you harped on the "blonde" issue because you thought it was important that Annabeth be seen beyond just her looks, but quickly devolve to bashing an actress's looks when it comes to why she's not right for this role 🤔

I would also like to sincerely apologize that the 13 year old girl they cast in the show, wasn't as sexually attractive to you as the 24 year old woman they cast in the movie and sexualized through like 25% of her screen time (I'm actually not sorry. You're very weird if this is an actual point for you).

15. I don't agree with sending hate to the actor, but she's just not right for the role:

Once again, what are you doing by complaining about her casting on no other basis than her race?

The creator of the character said she embodied the role. She has already been cast, and Disney would be in a legal/production hell to recast her atp. Just because you're not directly leaving comments on her social media doesn't mean you're not part of the hate mob.

No matter how you look at it, your issues with her casting come from a very entitled and narrow-minded place. When you join in on these dialogues you are bolstering a sentiment that pushes more people to harass this teenage girl. When you leave these "harmless" complaints, on show content, fan posts or posts defending her, she's liable to read them because the cast regularly interact with fans online.

What do you have to say that is so important that it trumps protecting a young girl from the long-staying trauma of racism, of being told she doesn't deserve something she worked for because of how she was born?

16. I can't even criticize the show without being called racist:

Get. Over. Yourself.

Y'all are not the victim. Have fans of the show gotten protective of Leah and the young cast? Yes.

With good reason. This fandom is unbearably toxic.

Racism outweighs your need for a "perfect adaptation", sorry.

If you explain yourself properly and keep your critiques fair (like, even I don't think this was a perfect season, and will be sharing my thoughts shortly), no one is gonna call you racist.

You're preempting with that because in all honesty, you're probably planning to use your "critiques" of the show to pivot to one of the many points that I just outlined, and you want to pre-empt the criticism.

If a black Annabeth is the end all be all for you, just don't watch the show, no one's holding a gun to your head. Geez.

17. I'm Black/POC and I don't agree...:

Hey, Candace Owens... No one gives a shit.

First of all, for all the "I'm POC and I don't agree" people, you don't speak for us. Anti-blackness is rampant in just about every culture globally. You being not-white doesn't somehow make you less prone to hating black people.

But for the "I'm black and I don't agree" leftovers (assuming you're not just a 👩🏼‍💻 behind a keyboard). Black people are not a monolith. You're not obligated to think a certain way because you're black.

But consider why you're putting yourself up as a barrier to protect this hate mob. It's one thing to just state why you don't like Leah's casting, but to start off your spiel with "I'm actually black" as a way to weaponize the very identity politics you're critiquing... very strange. Not to mention, what are you defending?

The black community is coming together to defend one of our own, a kid who has been receiving death threats since she was 12, and this is when you feel the need to back the opposition?

I mean whatever... sometimes the house slaves would snitch to the master. There will always be some of y'all in the woodwork. It is what it is.

But when the exact ideology you defend is turned against you, when a Baltimore elected official is being accused of getting his job through "DEI", when conservatives are claiming that they wouldn't "trust a black pilot", don't decide that's where you'll finally draw your line in the sand.

All that being said, This is my Annabeth:

May every tongue that rose against Leah Sava Jeffries Shrivel and die in 2025 🙏🏿 My girl will keep winning ❤️

(video by @/waleahhasmyheart on TikTok)

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #percabeth #disney+#pjverse #pjo tv show #percy jackson fandom #rick riordan #riordanverse #leah sava jeffries #leah jeffries #walker scobell #camp half blood #pjo series #disney percy jackson #annabeth chase #mine

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emiquety · 6 months ago

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Feral reader on her period?

Satoru Gojo x Reader

I know I should be working on my extremely overdue kinktober prompts but I've been so unimaginably horny today (on my period </3) and can't help but imagine pouncing on a jjk man and riding him till he whimpers.

warnings/content: 18+, MDNI, implied chubby!reader, fem!reader, period sex, blood, oral (m!receiving), very messy, riding, no protection (no lube either fr), creampie, male whimpering, lowkey highkey manhandling (reader), and au where suguru is also a teacher at jjt

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Enjoy!!!!!!!!!

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Imagine bf!satoru who sent his pretty girlfriend a picture earlier that day of a wound he got while on a mission with Suguru (they were arguing and had his infinity off to get in suguru's face). Satoru completely forgot you were on day 2 of your period, so he obliviously sent you a picture of his bare torso after exorcising the curse, waiting to heal completely so you could see the nasty hot scar it would've left.

bf!satoru who was a little sad when you only left him on read, whining to Suguru about how "she must be mad at me:(" and Suguru would only roll his eyes and say "she probably forgot to hit send again, you're fine, Satoru."

Little did he know, you were still staring at the photo he had sent. Why are his tits so big and perky? Your mouth beginning to water slightly as you stared. Fuck, I wanna bite them so bad. Heat began to pool in your aching abdomen, your already wet folds leaking with blood and arousal. You quickly took off your sweatpants, taking off the heating pad, and running to to the bathroom for a few more pain killers to prepare for when Satoru comes home.

bf!satoru who came home with pretty pink and white tulips, a bag full of groceries for the week (He offered to make dinner tonight previously- plus his first years would be over for dinner tomorrow night after you heard how good Yuji was at cooking and invited him to join you and cook together... and you missed little Megumi- and really wanted to meet Nobara after hearing Satoru had another female student), and another bag full of your favorite snacks (He is soooo trying to apologize for whatever he might've done to upset you.)

bf!satoru who didn't stand a chance even have a second to prepare before you slammed his back against the front door, pressing your lips harshly against his as your hands roamed all over his body. Moaning against his lips as you drag his waist closer to you.

bf!satoru who was panting when you pulled away, a flush of red on his cheeks as he stared down at you behind his blindfold- that sat their for two seconds before you ripped it off to look into his half lidded eyes. You kept your gaze locked on his as you sunk to your knees, quickly undoing his pants and lowering his boxers enough until his semi-hard cock sprung free.

bf!satoru who couldn't hold back a gutted moan or keep his head straight up as you kissed his tip before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sunk your head all the way down to the base of his shaft. Bobbing your head up and down as he continued to grow in your mouth.

bf!satoru who dropped the grocery bags and almost dropping your flowers before tightening his grip on them (he didn't want to ruin them). He used his free hand to pull hair from your face, moaning once again as he watched you take his cock in and out of your mouth.

bf!satoru who takes pride in his stamina. Being the strongest of the jujutsu world and in the confines of your home who am I kidding, it's anywhere with a sliver of privacy as the two of you make love. Except he didn't last long this time, cumming down your throat after maybe a minute and a half.

Pulling off bf!satoru's cock with a small pop and opening your mouth to show that you swallowed all his semen like a good girl <3 before standing once again, holding on to his slowly softening dick and leading him to the living room.

Throwing bf!satoru on the couch before pulling his pants completely off and forcibly taking his shirt off the fabric catching on his chin slightly but he's still too dazed from the sudden bj to even wince at it. Growling- growling- before straddling his lap, making sure to grind against his hardening cock so it rubs against your aching clit through the fabric of your underwear and the pad you were wearing.

bf!satoru who yelps when your teeth dig into the flesh of his left pec, skin vibrating as you moan against the fat of his chest. Making sure to leave a mark before moving to the other side and leaving another bite mark on his bulky chest.

bf!satoru who twitches against your clothed pussy as you growl "Mine." while starting to bite and suck on his neck. His hands trembling against the fat of your thighs, barely covering half of it with his enormous fingers as he whimpers underneath you. Slowly his hand slides up your leg, pulling at your panties and letting them go to slap against your skin.

bf!satoru who can't help but think I'll just buy a new pair as he rips off your panties, throwing them off to the side of the room completely ignoring the pad that could get blood on the floor. Slipping his cock though your entrance with a whimper as he feels how het you are.

bf!satoru who learns he likes loves period sex... Loves how wet and warm your insides are as you bounce up and down his cock, growling down at him like he's just a piece of meat for you to devour. Loves how rough you're being with him- taking exactly what you want. Loves how your tits managed to get bigger- firmer- as his right hand gropes your left breast while the other bounces with the rest of your body.

bf!satoru who moans and whines against your lips as you force him into another searing kiss. Gasping as you slam your hips down and start grinding your g-spot against the head of his sensitive cock, watching you as your head falls back with a guttural moan from the pleasure against the bundle of nerves within your walls.

Cumming around your boyfriend's dick as he spurts long threads of semen into you. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you continue grinding against him, the white red tinted pubic hairs tickling your clit as you move.

bf!satoru who grips your love handles as he pants your name out, his head falling as he presses kisses on to your wrist. A shuddered whine escapes him as he lift his head to meet eyes with you, your hungry stare sending a twitch to his slowly softening cock. Watching as your pupils dilate back and forth before a growl leaves your throat once again as you swiftly stand, firmly grabbing his bulky bicep and lead him to the kitchen.

Bending over and pressing your breasts against the cool marble of the kitchen island as you present your pussy to him. bf!satoru watching the mixture of fluids leaking from your hole as you wiggle your hips side to side, trying to entice him into round two already.

An audible gulp leaving bf!satoru's throat as he finally steps forward, placing a hand on your ass as he softly squeezes the fat. "Put it in, Satoru." You grumble back to the white haired man as he lifts his eyes to meet your glare.

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bf!satoru who open his phone hours later completely drained of semen after multiple rounds with his beautiful angel to see a text from Suguru saying, "She forget to hit send like I said?"

bf!satoru who types a quick response before setting his phone down once again as he wraps his arms around you once more. A hand softly scratching at your scalp while the other rubs soothing circles on your back as you lay on his chest, sleeping peacefully,

"HOLY GUACOMOLY SUGURU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get ready to go suit shopping with me, because i am sooooooooooooooo marrying her"

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Currently 1:36 on Jan 2nd, im so tired and have work tomorrow </3

lmk if you guys like this writing style, because I personally love reading them, but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. Kinktober prompts slowly coming out, next up is breeding kink with Nanami (My bsf's fav)

I'm trying to keep my pwp writings, but gosh was it so much easier to write straight smut. Anyways, likes, comments, reblogs always appreciated and loved. Happy new years, babes!!!!!

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yoiisa · 7 days ago

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Hi! I hope you're doing well :D could I request for general relationship hcs for uryu & seiryu? They're so underrated I barely find any fics for them (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) please don't feel inclined to do this request tho! Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a great day!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

oml my kings, ofc!!

➜ liking uryu sakaki was like liking a statue at times ➜ he's so quiet and stone cold sometimes, it was hard to tell if he even knew you existed ➜ when you asked him out you braced for the worst, but he was all for it. suprisingly, he also had a crush on you! ➜ dating him is a lot more enjoyable than people would believe i think ➜ he's very attentive and caring. he's the kinda boyfriend who will buy you something even if you only looked at it once. his silence just means that he's paying attention to you ➜ also, you definitely will gain weight if you date him. i'm not saying that in a good or bad way, but it's just a fact. this man hoards down food like there's no tomorrow, so whenever you go out to eat, expect to come home with your waistbands being ready to burst ➜ he wouldn't have it any other way though. it's just more that he can love!

Uryu and Seiryu were waiting for about five minutes at the gates to the festival before you finally arrived. You were dressed to the nines in the cutest outfit imaginable, with your hair all done up and your makeup flawless. Uryu swore his heart was two seconds away from just bursting on the spot and leaving him dead on the spot. In that moment he knew that he would be the first man to die of having a cute girlfriend. "Do I look nice?" you ask him as you come up to his side. He gives you a short nod and Seiryu has to hide his laugh beside his brother. "All ready then?" he asks. As you two nod, he grins and says, "Alright then, let's go!" At one point, you and your boyfriend break off from Seiryu. Uryu and you wander about the festival by yourselves, admiring the glowing lights and the numerous stalls set up. Uryu pulls out his wallet at practically every chance he gets. There's fried noodles, taiyaki, sushi that doesn't honestly taste that good but whatever, it's food nonetheless! "Uryu, aren't you stuffed?" you ask in a shocked voice as Uryu tells you to order boba for himself and you. He just shakes his head and you stare at him. "Are you sure you're not a black hole?" By the time the fireworks start, you feel ready to never even look at a plate again. You sit down next to Uryu on the grass, Seiryu on the other side of his brother. The three of you reunited once Seriyu messages his twin and told him that he set up a blanket for you guys to watch the fireworks go off on. The colors paint the night sky a million different hues, but the sounds were a bit much. It might've been a new brand that the festival planners were using, because you swore they never used to make this much noise. In any case, all it meant was that you were flinching a bit more at each boom. Uryu notices, because of course he does. He squeezes your hand tighter and pulls on it, urging you to scoot closer. He tucks you into his side, his free arm slinging itself around your shoulders. He kisses your temple and sighs. "Thank you," you whisper as the final few bursts go off. He just nods, staring down at you and admiring how pretty you look in the thousand hues that the fireworks go off in. Red, gold, blue, purple, silver . . . you look perfect in each one.

➜ seiryu sakaki is significantly more easier to get with than his brother because of how expressive he is ➜ when seiryu likes you, there's no questioning in your mind. you automatically know, but here's the thing: everyone else does to ➜ the first time you come to furin, tsubaki makes you feel like an a-list celebrity walking a movie premiere. literally the only thing you're missing is a red carpet ➜ anyone and everyone who knows seiryu knows you too, so you've already gained a bit of a posse around furin, not that you're complaining though ➜ once seiryu and you become a fully fledged couple, he's is an absolute prince ➜ this man is always spending money on you, no matter what the occasion is. we're talking makeup, presents, clothes, literally whatever you want. say the word and somehow he's gotten it for you ➜ you're worried that he's spoiling you, but he always brushes your concerns off with a wave of his hand ➜ after all, what's the point of loving someone if you're not gonna do it with your whole chest?

"Umm, not that I'm not grateful and all for this," you say sheepishly, "but isn't this a bit much?" You were currently carrying a bag of designer . . . something and the biggest bouquet of flowers imaginable as Tsubaki paraded you down the halls of Furin. A few boys who hadn't gone on patrol that day were peeking at your through the classrooms and it was making you feel incredibly anxious. You knew these boys were here to protect Makochi, but still. "Oh, is it too heavy?" Tsubaki asks. "Here, lemme hold it." He takes the flowers from your hands, the roses fitting neatly in his arms as he took you Seiryu's classroom. "Aren't they lovely though?" Tsubaki asks, smelling them. "Sakaki was absolutely insistent that you get them, but at the last second, he had to dart off to use the bathroom, so I'm the one who had to give them to you." Tsubaki looks over at you and beams. "And I'm so happy I did! You're absolutely darling! How did you do your hair, it's so pretty?" "Umm-" "Oh, there he is!" Tsubaki says and calls out to a Seiryu who's sprinting down the halls. "Sakaki! Over here my love!" My love? Seiryu comes to a halt in front of you both, his hands on his knees. He pants a little before straightening himself up and grinning at you. "Hey, hope Tsubaki didn't scare you off. He can be a bit much sometimes- ah! Dude!" Seiryu rubs th back of his head, where Tsubaki just gave him a prompt punch. "Don't talk bad about me, I'm still in charge of you," Tsubaki rolls his eyes and looks over at you. "Besides, what bad manners to not come meet your girlfriend personally! I'm so sorry about my second in command [name]." "It's no trouble, really," you insist, before looking over at your boyfriend. "Are you all done with today's work?" He nods and links arms with you. "Yup, I'm all ready to go!" "Where's your brother?" "He's going home without me today," Seiryu explains, leading you back out the building from the path you came. He glances at you and asks, "Did you like the gift?" You look down at the bag and pull out a small box. You pause and open it up, revealing a bracelet. It's simple enough, but still beautiful nonetheless. "Aww, it's gorgeous!" you say, handing it to him so he can fit it on your wrist. "But, isn't this brand really expensive?" "Tsubaki had some connections," Seiryu explains as he fastens the clasp. "I managed to get it for a discounted price. Really, we should also be thanking him for it as well." You nod and marvel at the chain, before continuing to walk with Seiryu outside. You guys get to the restaurant before you realize you left Tsubaki with the bouquet. The next time you see him, he's with Umemiya who's sporting a flower crown of vibrant red roses. Tsubaki winks at you and you give him a thumbs up.

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soldierspidey · 8 days ago

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Hello i have a request so like its Bucky in his fatws era right,BUT its like if the events of endgame never took place. kinda like everyone still lives in the tower yk? anyways the main request is Bucky and male reader (ovb) but reader was like a hydra experiment with wings that the avengers saved and maybe like Bucky likes readers wings, idk its smth i’ve had in my head you can choose to make it smut of fluff i wouldn’t mind.

a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless

bucky barnes x male!reader (who has wings/hybrid) (can be read as ftm!reader)

hurt/comfort, fluff, slowburn romance

A/N: so that took me... a really long time... And I wasn't supposed to write this much.. I also realised hallway through that you might've asked for them to be already dating but I am fucking stupid :') So it's pure fluff but they're not dating until the end....basically... so if you want I'll write a part two of the two little dudes cause EUGH IDK I FEEL SO FUCKING DUMB, whatever, thank you for coming to my ted talk, I hope you enjoy it :))

CW: trauma and ptsd, medical experiment, and body modification, emotional vulnerability during intimacy (it's not smut), implied lack of consent in past experience (during time at Hydra's), use of Y/n

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A year ago, the Avengers had found one of the last Hydra facilities in the world that contained super-soldiers and experiments. All of them were dead, except one. An ex-assassin who had been used to kill over the years.

Y/n Y/l/n, born in the 50s but looking barely older than 30 due to cryostasis.

When they woke him up, he tried to attack Steve with surprising force, and another attribute: His wings.

Indeed, that man had white and mottled feather-covered pinions that resembled those of a gyrfalcon. The fight was long and exhausting, but Bucky, who had been in the same situation, refused to leave him to die. If he had been given a chance, then the hybrid-looking soldier should have been given one too.

The whole “winged soldier” project of Hydra must have been kept secret because nobody had ever heard of it, no one except the Winter Soldier, of course. The asset’s code name had been “Falcon”, as it was said in numerous files sprawled around the dormant soldier when they found him. Bucky frowned when he read that, they’d have to find him a new name if he didn’t want Sam to sue him.

They tied him tightly, restraining his feathers, which caused such discomfort for him that the scream he let out was raw, more animal than human.

Other than this guttural scream, the man stayed fairly still during the ride, assessing every single one of his captors’ movements, such as the way Natasha’s hands twitched slightly near her gun holster every time his head turned to look around, for any possible exit.

A year later, after months and months of deprogramming, he was finally free from Hydra’s brainwashing, but something lingered. He still had those wings, and even if he had wanted to get rid of them, which wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t have been able to; it would’ve implied getting rid of a limb that was a part of him, that had grown from of his own body when Hydra’s scientist altered his DNA.

Banner had explained that those mad people in white blouses had done genetic engineering, which was impressive, knowing this whole project had been mainly developed in the 70s. He had tried to say it simply: Hydra had acquired gyrfalcon DNA, possibly from Arctic specimens due to the bird’s strength, speed, and adaptability to harsh environments (ideal, knowing Y/n would get frozen for multiple years).

Indeed, Hydra might have combined this with human DNA, using gene-editing technology that should’ve been impossible during this time.

The wings had been engineered by slicing gyrfalcon genes responsible for wing development into the man’s genome, and thus triggered the growth of wing structures from the shoulder blades, modifying the scapulae to support flight muscles.

Those monsters might have used a different kind of super soldier serum than the one they used on Bucky to accelerate cellular growth to stabilize the human-avian hybridization.

While running tests on Y/n, Tony also found out that the hybrid’s shoulder blades, spine, and ribcage were not those of an average human; they had been reinforced with light alloys, which might have been excessively painful to carry around due to the surgeries done on him.

The serum had made significant changes to the man’s muscles; his pectorals were massive, and his whole upper body was generally broader than that of a normal human. Definitely to compensate for the flight muscles that had grown after the genetic modification he had endured.

The two scientists had also found out that every single one of those alterations had been made to Y/n when he was 17 or 18, explaining the success of the experiment.

As inhumane as it was, it was also extremely impressive; Hydra’s technology had exceeded any other during the 20th century.

Now, Y/n lived with the Avengers in the Tower, you could even say he was part of the team, sometimes sent on missions alongside Bucky and Steve.

Tonight, he was sitting on the edge of the roof, his aileron carefully tucked against his back, the tips reaching just above his upper hips.

He liked to sit here. Before Hydra, he had been a lively and social guy, always hanging out with friends and chatting up girls, but now? Now he had wings, and he preferred loneliness, basking in solitude. He didn't know if that shift stemmed from years of being brainwashed and trained to be a soldier, or from the gyrfalcon DNA coursing through him, a kind of bird known for being solitary and appreciating loneliness.

He flexed his appendages, hating how they pulled at his shoulders. Freedom, Hydra had called. A lie, like everything else they had done to him.

The night air was cool against his skin, and he was only wearing a tank top with a hole in the back, around his shoulder blades where his prominent wings came from. He didn't have the choice; he hated the feeling of his feathers constantly touching something, that's why he only ever slept on his stomach.

The few sounds breaking the silence were almost calming, familiar: a faint city hum, cars, people laughing, and the occasional ruffle of his feathers in the soft breeze. His gaze drifted down, watching the colors of a world he wasn’t sure he belonged in. His mind drifted to

Bucky, in one of their conversation, one where the Winter Soldier had mentioned that “it gets better, but it never goes away.” Y/n wasn’t quite sure he fully trusted this yet. It did, however, remind him that he wasn’t alone in this, even though he often believed he was.

He shifted a bit, the alloy reinforced bones in his shoulder blades and spine ached under the weight of his wings, a constant reminder of the pain, of the torture. Yet, sometimes, he’d find himself feeling almost grateful for those appendages. Sure, it wasn’t anything near freedom, but when he was flying around the city, he felt a little less like an ex weapon and a little more like a human.

After a moment, he finally let his black spotted white feathers relax, sprawling behind him, no longer tightly tucked against his back. They were wide when relaxed; they reached about 175 centimeters and 225 centimeters when fully spread.

He loved cold temperatures, probably another quirk left by Hydra, he didn't know. Perhaps, he didn't know who he was anymore, even after a year of living every day with the Avengers. Y/n still didn't understand why they had rescued him; he had tried to kill them when they first tried to save him. He didn’t remember much of his life before getting kidnapped, but sometimes, Steve would put on an old song, and it would remind him of something from when he was a child, because that’s what he had been when the organization took him, a child.

He stood up, spreading his wings, took a deep breath, and threw himself off the tower, flying around Midtown Manhattan for a bit. He stopped when he noticed something shiny on the floor, deciding to go check it out. It was just a bit of tin foil, but he took it anyway and stuffed it in his pocket.

As Y/n continued gliding through Manhattan’s sky, he let sensations flood him: the faint smell of a nearby hot dog truck reaching his nostrils, the flashes of light from police cars, shops, and nightclubs, the feeling of the cool air on his skin, and the sound of the city. In moments like this, he felt as if the weight of his past as an assassin was lifted for a bit, no more screams, no more needles, no more sterile labs. Yet, the shiny object in his pocket reminded him how much of his instincts were woven into him. His human side knew it was only junk, but the avian part, the one that Hydra forced onto him, craved it.

Y/n knew something that neither Bruce nor Tony knew: the bird DNA had not only made him grow wings, but it also altered his brain chemistry. In fact, after deprogramming, he had started hoarding every single trinket he could find in the street, or even in the tower, often stealing impeccably polished screws he’d find in Tony’s workshop, his silent footstep allowing him to steal the most random things ever without anyone noticing.

Noticed, that’s something he wasn’t used to being. He was silent, whether it was his footstep, or the way his feathers, when tightly tucked against his back, never ruffled. He also never really spoke. Many in the tower hadn’t heard his voice yet, even after a year of being a towermate. Thor, for example, gods knew he tried to get a word out of that man.

The few that had heard his voice could attest that it was deep, gravely, and hoarse from lack of use. Whenever he said something, it was a matter-of-fact communication rather than a deep conversation. He could speak, he’d love to do it, but he’d grown repulsed by the idea of being vulnerable in front of other people.

He landed on the roof, where he first took off, the tiny piece of tinfoil tightly tucked away in his pocket before he took it out to observe it, a small smirk forming on his face. He would be able to put it in his trinket box. Steve had once called him a hoarder, to which he answered :

“I’m not a hoarder, I just keep for later.” Simply, his russian accent drew a laugh out of Tony, who had been half listening.

When he landed, Bucky was there, standing near the door of the staircase that led back inside.

He was looking at Y/n with interest, the hybrid's wings twitching ever so slightly under the super soldier's gaze.

“Why are you staring at me ?” he asked, a slight Russian accent creeping through.

“I was just wondering where you had been. Tony’s accusing you of having stolen one of his golden pencils again.” Bucky said, with a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/n huffed, frowning.

“He has ten of those. I don’t think he cares if I permanently borrowed one or not; he’s just being petty.” He shrugged, turning around to continue observing his tin foil piece. His back was facing Bucky.

The soldier was the only person who had heard him say more than one-word sentences.

The hybrid felt safer with him than he did with anyone else on the team.

The reason was simple: Bucky could relate to Y/n, Hydra had abducted both, and both of them wore permanent reminders of their time spent being assassins against their will.

The Winter Soldier let out a small chuckle, shaking his head, his eyes falling on the avian’s exposed back, where the aileron joined the scapulae.

“Do they hurt ?” He finally spoke, making the man turn around.

“What? The wings ?” He asked, his eyes darkening a bit.

“Yes, the wings.”

“Yes. They hurt like hell. Banner called it chronic pain, once.” He answered, his jaw clenching, his feathers ruffled. He could feel that one of them was misaligned; he knew the area where it was located, but he couldn’t quite fix it.

His left wing bent around him so he could inspect it.

“Something’s in your feathers ?” Bucky asked gently, taking a few steps closer.

“One of them’s crooked,” He quickly answered. “It’s bothering.”

“Can I help ?” The winter soldier offered, reaching out to touch the other’s wing.

The latter flinched but let him help, pointing out the problem. It was on the outer wing, which meant he was unable to reach it without doing some contortionist trick.

Bucky quickly fixed the annoying feather, carefully soothing the feathers around.

Eliciting a slight shiver from the hybrid, it wasn’t painful, just surprising.

The soldier was not originally tactile, so the gentle touch felt quite foreign to the gyrfalcon, startling the other man, but it made sense. Bucky had taken a liking to Y/n, or at least he appreciated his calm presence, which meant he felt comfortable with touching.

“I’d say I know a thing or two about chronic pain, if you ever need it.” The super soldier said, a slight smile on his face, as he nodded towards his vibranium arm.

“What would you do about it? Read me a book so the pain will go away?” He deadpanned, his tone filled with dry humor, locking eyes with the man in front of him.

Bucky rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle.

“No, but when I was in Wakanda, they taught me how to reduce the pain, come to my room if you ever need it, yeah ?” He said, before heading back towards the door he was originally standing in front of.

Y/n shrugged, unsure what to think about his offer. He didn’t like being touched, at least not by anyone. Perhaps if it were someone he trusted, it would be okay.

A few days later, the winged one found his joints aching violently. He winced every time he knew no one was looking. He couldn’t be vulnerable in front of the others, not yet.

But someone noticed.

Bucky, the man, always did.

He didn’t say anything, quietly hoping that Y/n would remember their conversation on the roof. Surprisingly, he did. One night, the hybrid found himself knocking gently on Bucky’s door. The owner of the room quickly opened it.

“It hurts, doesn’t it ?” He asked, gesturing towards the appendage.

The man simply groaned, spreading his wings to relieve the tension in his shoulders, something he rarely did when people were around. Bucky stepped aside, letting him enter.

The avian stood in the middle of the room, still, not moving, except for the slight tremor in his hands.

“Make yourself comfortable, cause I'll be touching your back so..” the super soldier said, waving towards his perfectly made bed. Next to it was a blanket. Y/n knew what that meant, but he didn't say anything.

“Do I take my shirt off ?” He asked, already reaching for the zipper on his back, struggling a little.

“Hold on, let me...” Bucky started, walking towards the winged one and helping him unzip the back of his shirt.

“Thanks,” He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Moments later, Y/n now lay on Bucky’s bed, bare-chested, his face resting on his forearms. The soldier was applying careful pressure to his joints, especially around his shoulders and shoulder blades. His hands moving gently across his bare back, Y/n was shivering and gasping at the unfamiliar sensation. He hadn’t been touched this gently in a while, in forever, actually.

When Tony and Bruce ran their tests on him, the handling was surgical, clinical, nowhere near comforting. No one had ever tried to ease the pain.

“Does it feel okay ?” Bucky asked, his voice low, focused.

“Mhm,” the hybrid hummed, the tension in his back fading down slowly.

After what felt like forever, even though it probably only lasted 10 minutes, Y/n was half asleep, his body slumped against the mattress, wings finally at ease.

“You good over there ?” The super soldier questioned, sitting down next to the hybrid.

He simply groaned. They settled in a comfortable silence, Y/n completely dazed. A little while later, Bucky spoke.

“Can I…touch your wings ?” He asked, the lack of pressure in his voice making it gentle, compassionate.

The avian looked up at the man, considered the three options: Yes, absolutely not, and a secret third option that included screeching loudly.

He opted for the first option.

“If you break one of them, you’re paying the hospital bill,” He suddenly spoke, his head falling back on his forearms.

Bucky snorted as Y/n carefully lowered one of his wings onto Bucky's lap. The soldier started carefully caressing it, a steady motion that made the gyrfalcon melt onto the bed.

He must have completely fallen asleep while the Winter Soldier stroked his feathers. He woke up the next morning, one wing hanging from the bed, brushing slightly against the veteran’s arm as he was sleeping on the blanket on the floor. The other one was sprawled on the bed.

He quickly got up, leaving the room before anyone could notice he was even here in the first place.

Later in the week, after the whole team came back from duty to stop a clandestine firearms exchange in the middle of the afternoon, Y/n was reading the mission report, sitting on top of his desk.

A soft knock was heard on the hybrid’s door. He looked up, the soft clink of metal letting him know it was Bucky.

“Come in,” he blurted, looking up from the mission report he was reading.

The soldier came in, a small shiny necklace in his hands.

“Hi buddy,” he said, a slight smile drawing on his face.

“What’s that in your hand?” He asked, straight to the point, not wasting any time on small talk.

“Oh yeah, I was coming back from therapy and then I stopped at a charity shop and I saw that, figured you’d like it…since you like all that shiny stuff,” He said, a faint laugh escaping his lips.

Y/n quickly stood up, took the necklace that Bucky was holding towards him, and started inspecting it.

“Why would you do that ?” He asked, holding eye contact with Bucky. Locking with those icy blue eyes that sometimes made him get lost, in a good way, it felt like someone had finally turned the volume of his thoughts down.

“Because we’re friends, aren’t we ?”

Friends. The word rolled off the soldier’s tongue so easily that it seemed almost unreal.

Y/n let out a rare smile, clutching at the necklace before returning to his room, reaching for a box that was stored above his bookshelves, in the tiny space between the furniture and the ceiling.

“So that's where you store all your gold,” Bucky asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Yes,” He answered, nodding as he gently put the necklace inside.

“Could you show me ?” The winter soldier asked, his voice devoid of pressure, yet filled with sincere curiosity and a desire to learn more about the other's quirk.

“Oh, yeah sure,” He answered, turning around and going to sit on his bed, patting the space next to him.

Bucky smiled, a full one this time, and went to sit on the space Y/n indicated.

The hybrid started showing him tiny objects from the box, the golden pen he had ‘permanently borrowed’ from Tony, or the small piece of tin foil he found the other day while flying. There was so much in his box: rings, bracelets, screws, coins, charms, chains, everything was more or less shiny.

Bucky was listening attentively, barely noticing when one of the wings almost wrapped around him, and maybe, even Y/n didn't register it; he was lost in his explanation of each object.

He hadn't talked this much in a while.

When he felt his right wing touching something, he glanced up, noticing it was almost enveloping Bucky, but it didn't seem to bother him, so he left it there.

Y/n was mid-sentence when he felt the soldier fidgeting with the tip of the wing that was around him. It was soft, gentle, and it gave him the same feeling that when Bucky massaged him a few days earlier.

He continued talking, his voice was softer now, a rare treat, even for Bucky.

The weight of silence was being slowly lifted, replaced by the strange and warm feeling of being heard, most importantly, listened to. Bucky’s steady gaze, bare of any judgment, made it easy to keep going, to keep talking carelessly about each shiny object that carried a part of a life he was trying to rebuild.

They both felt something that they hadn’t felt since before Hydra: safety. As Y/n’s wing brushed against Bucky’s arm, he realised that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind contact. Not with him.

The hybrid finished talking and they settled in a comfortable silence, the only sound breaking it being the tiny clinking of metal on metal as he put everything back in the box carefully, Bucky’s gaze never left, whether it was the way his hands moved to tidy up the space or the way his eyes seemed so focused.

When Y/n finally looked up, his eyes met the other man’s, and without thinking further, he leaned closer, leaving enough space for Bucky to refuse, but he didn’t, so he pressed his lips against the soldier’s. They both closed their eyes, the soldier’s flesh hand reaching the side of the other’s neck. It was long and sweet until it got more heated. Bucky’s hands found Y/n’s waist, pressing it against his own, making him straddle his hips. The hybrid’s hands were on the Winter Soldier’s cheeks, biting on his lower lips as if his survival depended on it.

The soldier’s hands started roaming on his back, his fingers brushing the edge of Y/n’s wings, and therefore his feathers. The winged one shivered, breaking the kiss, goosebumps forming on his arms.

“I’ve never done that...” he said, a rare vulnerability flashing in his eyes as he spoke, his feathers unfurling.

“You’ve never…?” Bucky asked, his hands shifting from the man’s hips to his waist.

“No…not really,” He answered, his hands falling to his side, “Sorry,” he added, unable to hold eye contact with the soldier.

In that moment, Bucky remembered that Y/n might have been, at the oldest, 18 when he was taken by Hydra, making him a tad too young for him to have discovered, at least consensual, sexual intercourse.

“Don’t apologize,” He said, a small, reassuring smile on his face.

Y/n looked away, his shoulders tensing again, causing his wings to retract tightly against his back.

The soldier’s hands found the avian’s cheeks, who subconsciously leaned into the touch, looking up to meet Bucky’s gaze again.

After a lingering moment, the hybrid spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down.

“I want to do it…but maybe not right now..?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I understand...” the soldier answered, his hands finding the other’s hair, massaging his scalp gently.

The gyrfalcon’s heart pounded in his chest, the lingering warmth of Bucky’s lips on his own a gentle reminder that what he had just lived was real and not a fantasy. The Winter Soldier’s quiet acceptance seemed to have loosened invisible chains. Could he trust this feeling? He had no idea, but as he settled against Bucky, he decided to try.

His head rested in the crook of the soldier’s neck, nuzzling his face slightly, eliciting a grin from the man.

They spent the rest of the evening tangled in each other. Bucky talked longly about The Hobbit and other books he recently read. Y/n listened with the same care and gentleness the super soldier had used to listen to his rambles about shiny objects.

For the first night in a while, they didn’t wake abruptly because of nightmares, and for the first time in a while, they were home.

The next morning, the hybrid was still asleep, his head resting on Bucky’s broad chest, his wings fully spread, covering both of their body like a blanket. The soldier’s arms were tightly wrapped around the other’s waist, his hands resting at the base of the feathery limbs, tracing small circles until the avian woke up..

proofread by @historically-iam-just-a-friend , @cosmiktears and @sparkyspens

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #sebastian stan #james buchanan barnes #male reader insert #thunderbolts #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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changbinsboobs · 5 months ago

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Now I’m invested 🥱 who do u think is ideal type of each members from what u acquired by your readings and perspectives you have of them

Skz ideal types examples

(Not entirely tarot confirmed)

Well for chan i did one already + megan fox is SOOO his type🤌🏻👏🏻 i also think he likes salma hayek.

For Lee know - i can't think of any idol that would be his ideal type physically cuz tbh i don't remember anymore what it was, but personality wise i think he would be into someone like suga, soyeon and...thats about the people i can think off😅 sadly i don't really watch much variety shows and know barely anything about anyones personalities aside from skz and maybe a bit of bts cuz i used to be really i to them years ago.

Changbin - chaewon (le sserafim), sophia kataeye, tzuyu, most aoa members, he really likes jimin i think he might've had a crush on her or something, her and chaewons cards were the only ones showing crush vibes, not just ideal type. He also really likes Chanmi, other honorable mentions are hyejeong, seolhyun, yuna, min...wait...i think he likes all of them now that i properly look at it again. Cuz now i see he really liked choa too but he seemed out of reach or something? Like he didn't have a chance with her? (As if he did with the others🥲) (don't come at me i think he was just a teen when he liked them) (and yes his is long i did like 10 readings on him deal with it) oh and surprisingly the itzy girls are also very much his type as well apart from yeji. Ryujin fits with him a lot personality wise, he has fantasized about chaeryong some time (probably in the past), he likes lia's sassiness ( he likes sassy bossy classy women, im seeing slavic russian trophy wife vibes) he likes yuna overall, probably especially physically, and for yeji there's not much, he's just unsure about her, doesn't really grab him, isnt really his style.

Also honorable mentions that i didn't read on but assume for him are: go minsi, kristine froseth & lucy hale in pll, also maybe satah hyland, alexa damie

Hyunjin - for him the ABSOLUTE ULTIMATE ideal type im seeing is HUNTER SCHAEFER!!!!!! I think she's the PERFECT!!! Example. She just looks aethereal, classy, beautiful, tall and slender just georgous! When i think of his ideal type this is what pops up in my head. Also dome honorable mentions are: esther exposito (before her new face), rachel mcaddams, kristine froseth, grace van dien, maybe that model that was in every movie a decade ago. I forgot her name she was the witch in suicide squat and in paper towns. Or that other model that was very popular back then, i think she was an angel and her name had something like taylor, or turner in it??? Ugh sry cant rememebr.

Han - not really seeing much there as i havent really picked up on his type too but for some reason i imagine japanese people in a rock band or something of that sort😂 also tell me why im thinking of alice in birderland😂 maybe he really likes the series or likes someone from there. ...oh...ok...nvm. Moving on!

Felix - chaeyoung from twice, barbie fererra from euphoria, maybe hyuna?, hwasa, halsey?, grimes, avril lavigne, bebe rhexa, the bug empath girl from guardians of the galaxy. Ik those are all so random...but people kept popping up into my head i thought i should put it in here, i don't think its all that random at all.

Seungmin - Wonyeong! Nana, anna hathaway, also suddenly im thinking of sandra bullock😂, seo yeji

I.n - arin from singles inferno 4! Absolutely😤, iu, son yejin, tokyo from money heist (both korean and spanish ones, and of course someone that gives sugar mommy vibes but i can't think of anyone like that right now.

#asks #skz #stray kids #kpop #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #seungmin #i.n skz

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 2 months ago

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In Class 2

I was going to wait to binge watch the rest of the show tomorrow but honestly I need to put this show behind me for several reasons. Let me just get this out of the way before I say anything else. I am a big fan of the manhwa, simple as it may be. I have lived with these characters in my head for two years now. So my bias is clearly showing. But one thing that I want to make perfectly clear. Just because I love the manhwa, and admittedly I have a bias, does not mean I am dense, and incapable of watching and judging the show as it's own thing. I still have a brain. Ok. Now for the show. This usually goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. These are my opinions. Read at your own risk.

This is not a bad show. It's also not a bl. And that fact alone, makes this a bad adaptation. Let’s be honest, they adapted a bl and turned it into something that’s not a bl any more, as many have stated before. This is a kdrama with queer themes. Liking the show, and even acknowledging that it’s good, doesn’t change that fact. And if people honestly can't understand why people would have a problem with that, then nothing I will say about it will make a difference.

Now for the actual show. As a kdrama this isn't a bad series. The characters have depth, the astronomy metaphors are clever, even if at times they felt really heavy-handed, the acting is really good, for the most part, and there are some brilliant scenes that could make this show a great one. But it doesn't all come together. It's inconsistent. And it doesn't commit to its queerness. It's a series that was made two years ago, and it shows. Maybe even further back, actually. Which, regardless of my feelings for the source, is just sad. I'm not a romance kdrama watcher so I have no real frame of reference in that regard. But it seems like this show wanted to be a couple of different things but ended up not being either. It's not queer enough to be a bl, but it's too queer to be mainstream. It's not hard to see why this show couldn't find distribution for two years. They were aiming for mainstream but that was never gonna happen two years ago. Well, it didn't happen right now either, so...

My favourite part was the sisters. I love them. I think their various adventures in dating were really important as a parallel to Heesu. Which is one of the reasons I don't think the Chanyoung and JiYu couple were necessary to drive that point home. Nor do I think that's why they were there. One of my favourite scenes was Heesu coming out to his sister. And her reaction basically being, "Oh, I should say I love him now, that's what one should do in this situation." It was so well done.

Ahn Ji Ho was great as Heesu. Just really great. His emotions shined through beautifully throughout the whole series. Lee Sang Jun also did an amazing job as Seung Won. His physicality was on point at all times. I love these two so much.

I think time was not used efficiently here. Mostly with the queer couple. I live for pining besties. But by episode 9, there were way too many chances and everything with the hets was already in the open, so why stretch it out? Cause it feels purposefully stretched. The editing in the final two episodes was a mess and I kept wondering what might've been left on the cutting room floor. It just didn't flow at all, and I kept getting pulled out of the emotional journey. It really seemed like they were forced to have 10 episodes but they couldn't really give us more than 5 minutes of the boys together so they made a mess of things in the final stretch.

I think the friendship between Heesu and Chanyoung was the weaker part of all this. They never felt, to me, like best friends. A lot of times, there's an issue with friends to lovers, which is the blurring of lines. You are crushing on your best friend, so everything becomes deeper, more hurtful, than if he was just your best friend. I think for the most part, Heesu navigated this pretty well. We've certainly seen much worse. He slipped sometimes and messed up, but he never really stopped being by Chanyoung's side.

However, this is still a very unbalanced friendship, mostly because of Chanyoung. He makes fun of Heesu for not having any friends, but it seems like he has the same problem. Cause it seems like he only reaches out to Heesu when he has a problem. He comes and goes as he pleases, and if he hadn't been sleeping at his house and seen Heesu unable to sleep, I doubt he would've noticed anything was wrong with Heesu at all. I'm not saying Heesu was a perfect friend, btw. But the confession scene and the subsequent summoning of Heesu to the tennis court where Chanyoung could feel safe, where he literally has home court advantage, where he could throw balls at Heesu, was a step too far for me. (Also, JiYu, you could do better!)

I liked the final three minutes because I have a heart. And I could finally watch my boys be together even if only for a short time. But it came too late and it stumbled too much to get there for me to feel the level of joy that I usually get. I think I needed more of them throughout the show to feel that same sense of joy when they moved past all the hurdles and finally got together.

I think maybe I should stop now. I think I could forgive more about this show if it was actually mainstream. If I could say, you know what? At least we're getting a queer coming of age story in a mainstream kdrama. I might still not like that they chose this manhwa for it, because there’s no shortage of those, so to pick one that is just about two boys falling in love and little else confuses me. But at least then I could feel like something was accomplished here. As it stands, I'm just left disappointed by a show that I had been waiting for since I first read the manhwa a couple of years ago.

#heesu in class 2 #kdrama #rose rambles #I have absolutely no hope that this manhwa will ever get adapted again #but I wish the second part of the manhwa was adapted into a bl #I like the second couple so much

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zennihilation · 2 months ago

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The Dellamorte Problem

Okay. I have to talk about Illario and specifically his relationship to the other Talons.

I apologize in advance. (but if you read this twice then we're both at fault)

Now, by the time Veilguard begins, Lucanis has not been living in Treviso for years not including the Occupation. The Dellamorte Assassins have been taking orders from Caterina and to a lesser but still extremely present extent Illario. So when Illario offers to clean house in Coffee with Crows, it's a duty he's capable and expected to do. Apparently basically Murderer HR is considered such a menial chore that he'll only do it when pressured according to Lucanis’ reaction.

It's also heavily suggested that Houses have their own specializations and levels of quality, so working with other houses wasn't unheard of on big ticket items. So other houses would have had to work with the Dellamortes. Lucanis always worked alone when not with Illario (or possibly Viago) like he's Batman or something. So the other houses have to work with Illario, at least to have access to the other Dellamorte Assassins. Murder HR.

So it's fair to say everyone knows what's going on. There hasn't been five seconds that all eyes haven't been on the seat of First Talon. For all that the Talons don't answer to each other when they don't feel it, they respect the ladder.

OR DO THEY.

The seat of First Talon is a trap. No one's fighting for it (except for Aranai but they have like 20 years of bad decisions so that's a different late night draft). Anyone who goes for it is in for a fight to the death. Caterina survived this trap once. She's not going to let them try it again. So she makes Illario think it's a prize, not a problem. With Lucanis gone and him doing the actual leg work, it's a prize he wants and acts like he's owed.

Everyone knows, just like everyone knows that it won't ever happen because Lucanis is her favorite. It's likely why he doesn't have allies in the Talons. It doesn't matter how competent you are if everyone knows you're a stop gap.

(Hide behind that lamp, Bolivar, if that is your real name.)

Then he calls a summit of all Talons, which proves to all Talons that he's so short-sighted it's not worth the trouble. All these guys? Representatives. There are only two Talons that are elves and you cannot convince me that THIS GUY is broke ass Bolivar. Also the Talons didn't want to go to the last summit! It's dangerous! Most of them aren't even based near Treviso and you want a majority of their leadership to cross the Occupation lines to watch you make a speech? That's not happening.

But they'll send someone, just for the tea. Because as bs as this entire charade is, it's a win-win situation for most of the Talons who lived and worked in fear of Caterina and House Dellamorte.

(They are so ready to be done with this idiot.)

Caterina is dead, and Illario takes out Lucanis somehow. Between the two, he's the soft target. You can burn the house at your leisure now. Lucanis takes out Illario. Everyone knows he doesn't want the job and can probably be convinced to abdicate to keep the more mundane noble holdings (house, land, title, etc). Or they kill each other and jobs done.

There is no world where Dellamorte wasn't under partial protection from Cantori and De Riva out of sheer sentiment alone. That and they know the Talons are already weak enough after the last summit that Caterina’s iron fist actually is useful in presenting a stronger force than they have. But with her gone and Illario on his bs, they don't really need to protect anyone anymore.

Might've worked. A very small chance anyway, if not for the Venatori, the blood magic, Lucanis is an abomination now, and all of that.

(This guy doesn't look like he's not going to be a problem.)

This is actually the worst possible result for the Talons who aren't Viago or Teia. Caterina's alive and out of the Talon's rules. Lucanis is in charge and a literal monster. Illario is alive and forgiven so now they have to go through a lot of angry people to get to the softest of them. No one knows Lucanis isn't an asshole, they just think he has all the makings of being Another Caterina but also a literal demon.

So if you're one of the Talon's (not Viago or Teia), that's your new Dellamorte problem. Rhetorically speaking.

I'm not suggesting anything. Just that Opera House Drama was not ending well for Illario, one way or another.

#dragon age the veilguard #da meta #late night drafts #repost from old blog #illario dellamorte #lucanis dellamorte #caterina dellamorte #teia cantori #viago de riva

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blackpensils · 3 months ago

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I just read about Orion and Optimus in PN and i just wanna ask (i havent read PN in a while so i dont remember if this happened or not will read again though) Does Optimus know of Orion? and if he did what would he think learning about the two, and what would happen if Megs called Orion's name and not Op in front of him? Another question! What happened to Orion anyways? (I hope none of these are already answered in PN ಠ_ಠ gonna be looking real stupid lol)

Don't worry, none of these were mentioned in PN. I only briefly hinted that Optimus was Orion's reincarnation. So to answer your questions:

1. No, Optimus does not know about Orion. Yet. I'm sure Megatron plans on telling him eventually, but the concept of reincarnation has to be properly understood first and proven (probably something Sounwave or Shockwave's working on at the sidelines of the story, I don't know)

2. I do think learning about it would be a bit uncomfortable for Optimus. It would imply that he's had a whole different life with friends and family and loved ones that he doesn't remember, but that probably remember him at the here and now. Megatron being the obvious main one since he grabbed Optimus the first chance he got (literally, pushed him onto a table, bent in half and everything 😏)

3. If Optimus knew about Orion and that they were the same person, I think Optimus would encourage it. I think he would like having Megatron calling him a separate name or something that means something just to the two of them. Orion would be a very welcomed name in that case. But! If Megatron let's it slip before Optimus finds out about Orion and the whole reincarnation business, then I doubt Optimus would be very happy about it. I think he'd be worried that Megatron is using him ad a replacement for someone he might've looked a lot like from Megatron past. It would complicate things for a moment but they would talk through it (wouldn't be surprised if that's actually how Optimus found out about Orion because I love conflict like that lol)

4. Orion died! I think that's too obvious, that's not what you were asking, was it? Well, I don't really know, to be fair. Perhaps Megazarak got annoyed with how much time Megatron was spending with this upper caste archivist and took matters into his servos? Maybe Orion died and then fell deep into the depths of Cybertron? Maybe his frame was found many, many millions of years later and the main parts of it was used to reconstruct it into a functional cold construct and then it became Optimus Prime? Who knows! I didn't really think much further on it than Orion Pax died and that was originally the catalyst for Megatron starting the war in PN.

#tfa #transformers animated #tfa megop #megop #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #megatron #tfa megatron #orion pax #tf orion pax #fanfic asks #anon asks #PN asks

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foxx-queen · 3 months ago

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thinking about the fragment of mythal's spirit finding flemeth. 'she was betrayed as I was betrayed'. morrigan confirming the version of flemeth's history that saw her living in poverty, sold by her husband to a lord who desired her. the parallels to the warden city elf origin. morrigan telling us it's easy to imagine how flemeth and mythal related to one another. 'betrayed by those sworn to love her'. mythals murder at the hands of her fellow gods, the figures that were her husband and children in dalish legends. 'mens hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature'. mythal being a fragment of who she was, split from herself, lost, and she 'clawed and crawled her way through the ages' to a woman betrayed and wounded and left for dead locked in the dark.

thinking about what that moment might've been like for both of them. flemeth lifting her head to a spirit reaching out to her. the fragment of mythal finding a place to rest in a soul that resonated with her. 'your grief must come later... in the dark shadows before you take vengeance, as my mother once said'. did flemeth mean mythal, when she spoke of her mother? was that something mythal said to flemeth in the moments before they became one? 'duty must come now'. duty to the world? flemeth carried mythal through the ages, nudging history when required, aiding and preparing the world for a reckoning she knew would come. 'considering what the world has done to me, I have already done more than it deserves'. the moments in history that could be read as mythal attempting to mend a world she helped to break, and wanting to protect the world that formed from what was broken from being destroyed all over again. she couldn't have done that without flemeth, who had no hand in breaking the world to begin with.

'i am but an old woman, whom the world has largely forgotten'. thedas as we know it wouldn't be there without flemeth. she was murdered, and solas painted her as an elf because he saw her as no more than a vessel for his oldest friend, and refused to acknowledge that he was murdering her too, because she was just a fragment. they'd lived for centuries as one person. kieran mentions that he feels lonely without the old god soul. it must've been lonely, watching and guiding the world as she did. maybe she doesn't hide that shes an old woman because of how the years might've weighed on her. 'regret is something I know well'. mythals regrets are never spoken of, because we never get the chance to hear them. would one of them have been burdening a mortal in such a way? or is that not something she could regret, because of how she came to her in the first place?

'regret that she would never see me again'. maybe it is a little jarring for players to hear morrigan speak of flemeth without all the vitriol we've come to expect. to hear something like sadness when we know what their relationship is like. but we saw flemeth's face when morrigan told her that she would not be like her, in her instant defence of kieran. it's been ten years since morrigan absorbed flemeth and mythals combined memories. she knows everything she's done and everything she's suffered, and how she might've felt about it all. all those regrets. sometimes we don't have to forgive the people who've hurt us to understand them. sometimes we love them despite it all.

#flemeth #mythal #morrigan #dragon age meta #dragon age: the veilguard #thinking back to so many things flemeth said in the previous games and now theres just an extra. Oof #this started mostly as thinking about flemeth and mythal and then ended up with more morrigan than i expected but #those three are intertwined so it works #i just. love flemeth okay #and theres something so facinating about her relationship with mythal #about the way she interacts with the elves as they are now with all the knowledge of who they were #flemeth was a mortal woman saved from a terrible fate and the price was carrying a god through the ages #and she lost sight of some things because of that and made mistakes of her own (morrigan)#'alas so long as the music plays we dance'. was she tired by the end of it all. would she have changed things if she'd known #i dont think she would have. not meaning the stuff with morrigan but. 'i would see her avenged'#can you love something thats a piece of you and yet isnt and changed you so much? that was changed by you in return?#that grew wiser and more invested in the world through living through you? that was changed so much that it condemned you both #when her oldest friend looked at you and saw a stranger?#your daughter that hated you knows the whole sum of who you are now. and yet speaks of your loss with sadness #maybe theres a point to be made about self love there somewhere #aNYWAYS #one day ill write something where flemeths alive and she and mythal have an actual conversation because theres so much THERE #that the game just. didnt think was important

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azulasmommyissues · 1 year ago

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ATLA sexuality headcanons, part 1, Aang's era:

aang

-unlabelled or pansexual, also incredibly gnc. he/they methinks

-he never questioned it, he never thought about it. the air nomads were chill with everything, so he was too.

-he simply loves people, and he loves them deeply. he's the sort of person who says "i love you" very fast. and he doesn't have a specific type, either. he simply connects with people.

-he definitely had a bit of a thing for kuzon back in the day. kuzon taught him all the fire nation dances he knows, and bumi cheered them on.

-he also kinda digged teo, the mechanist's son, but by that point he already had his heart set on katara.

-as for girls, he DID like on-ji. in different circumstances, they would might have dated for a short while. but with katara it was love at first sight. the sort that makes you giddy and stupid.

-he's a lot worse at rizzing up katara because he is just THAT into her and he keeps fumbling

katara

-growing up, she never really questioned it. she knew she definitely liked boys and never had feelings for another girl.

-she's certainly fully cisgender. happily says “she/her/hers” when asked for her pronouns

-on the contrary, she was somewhat attracted to haru and jet both—and might've even considered zuko in different circumstances. like she definitely felt something akin to attraction in the crossroads of destiny.

-she fell in love with aang, because he gave her hope, he gave her joy, he gave her balance. she already felt SOMETHING in the cave of two lovers, but she was deeply confused and her feelings didn't clear until after the war.

-she always thought of herself as straight but said that, if she had the chance, she would be willing to kiss a girl—as an experiment. she just sort of always admired pretty girls, in the sense of "do i wanna BE her or DATE her,"

-and she's really passionate about feminism, obviously

-she always prefers getting compliments from other women because "they're worth mOre"

-eventually she meets jiang who's such a butch lesbian and questions EVERYTHING

-is that a girl? is that a boy? idk but why are they kinda...

-niyok and nutha both give homoerotic friendship vibes with her (all comic specific characters have the combined personality of one person hence why I'm including both)

-since she was dating aang she didn't explore her sexuality, but she discussed it with him and he supported her

-she considered identifying as bi but didn't feel like she qualified, since she'd never actually dated a girl. aang told her it's okay eifher way.

-at the end she decides to keep it all behind closed doors as per water tribe tradition. she's happy with aang, some girls are hot, it's nobody's business but her own.

-i also completely fw the reading of her as a straight cis girl, but you know

sokka

-bisexual, female lean, and maybe even poly.

-he fell for yue, he fell for suki. he definitely found like, ty lee attractive, but he didn't LIKE her. He was involved with suki, and they hadn't had any conversation about the exact status of their relationship so he wasn't about to fumble it.

-suki and him are both bi. and if yue were alive they'd BOTH be dating her. at the same time.

-zuko was sokka's bi awakening. seeing zuko and suki run around in the boiling rock absolutely changed his brain chemistry.

-he had a hard time accepting it, because of how the water tribes roll. he had a preconceived notion of manhood that he obviously had to challenge alongside his initial sexism.

-but then he realised that 1) his dad had been in a secret poly relationship with kya and bato, and then with bato and malina-- 2) his grandma had a fling with hama--3) master piandao and jeong jeongwere a thing--and 4) his girlfriend herself, suki, was bi. so bro had nothing to worry about.

-his identity became clear to him with suki's and his father's help. unlike katara, he was a bit more open and public with it. being poly, him and suki had many opportunities to explore it, always respecting each other's boundaries.

-sometimes suki does his makeup and he grows to enjoy it. he experiments with gender expression until he becomes totally chill with it.

-big part of his character is learning that he doesn't have to be a “man” in the way that patriarchy imposed on him his whole life

-so like, cisn't

toph

-toph has crushes on boys: sokka, zuko, the duke, satoru, sun, kanto. but i think non of them are really legit.

-toph would also flirt with girls, like, yaling

-had a 'not like other girls' phase

-she/they/he vibes, has a very complicated relationship with gender

-because she was made fun off by other girls as a child, it was harder for her to blend in and talk with them

-she was also raised sheltered within the walls of aristocracy which contributed to her not thinking about it

-she avoided commitment and serious relationships like the plague

-so she's unlabelled and perhaps in the aro spectrum. like, demisexual. but being both demi (aka needing to like someone as a person and getting to know them before feeling attracted to them) AND having commitment issues and a bunch of failed relationships is like, a DEADLY combo.

-i don't know. she is chaotic and not at all skilled with romance so she always fumbles it.

-but i also think she might just be 1000% aromantic whether or not she understands it fully

-i think that's very plausible

suki

-bisexual with a female lean and maybe poly

-big she/they vibes

-she's got endless autistic rizz like girl seduced sokka at light speed.

-in kyoshi island they called the bisexuals 'children of kyoshi' and the lesbians 'children of rangi'

-kyoshi island is basically lesbos if you didn't know /hj

-had her first kiss with mingxia before they decided that "ew, never again, i see you like a sister". she was super happy to meet meilin, mingxia's girlfriend

-DEFINITELY liked biyu and they might have been a thing in different circumstances. Aka if biyu hadn't betrayed her.

-would've dated both sokka and yue if yue was alive. like she would have loved yue. both of them having never left their respective homelands. both of them caring about community and having a duty to their people, a leadership position,,,

-but suki being so badass, liberated, free—and yue needing to sacrifice herself to BE free from her oppressive environment,,, like yue would also admire suki so much?? they would love exploring the world together and it'd put sokka out of a very awkward spot-

zuko

-demiromantic, bisexual. like this boy is SOMEWHERE im the ace spectrum but he's also bi. I'd say with a male lean.

-had internalised homophobia growing up, because, duh, fire nation

-he definitely thought that everyone feels like that when he was a child until his mother told him that this was very much NOT the case

-the gaang made him realise that it's totally okay and since they are all so queer he felt very safe with them

-made gay marriage legal in the fire nation

-made pride a thing in the fire nation inspired by the rainbow fire because i said so

-definitely felt attracted to both jet and sokka in the guy department.

-now, when it cames to girls, mai was his childhood crush.

-he definitely found song attractive but he was NOT in that headspace obviously

-same thing with jin although he was in a better headspace then. he introduced jin and song to each other post-war and they dated each other.

yue

-never got the chance to figure out how much girlypop liked women

-i could so easily claim she's a femme lesbian and that sokka was comphet, and I could even CONVINCE ya'll, because he is SO comphet coded, but I really love yue's storyline as it is and the lasting affect it has on sokka,,,,

-i can also imagine her on the ace spectrum

-she's so sapphic she's so queer bro is literally the moON?? what's more sapphic than the moon

-so, whatever, I'll say she's bi with a STRONG female lean. if she'd survived and joined the gaang she would have dated both sokka and suki and i truly believe that

-she would've loved suki and i just KNOW it

-love her so much let my girl be free of her arranged marriage

ty lee

-lesbian or pansexual. was ready to risk it all for mai. also completely down to be in a polycule

-she simply enjoyed male validation and attention due to her unmet childhood emotional needs. the dudes at the beach as well as sokka were giving massive comphet energy.

-i do also accept the possibility of her being pan, that'd be pretty great, but yknow, we do need more lesbians.

-despite being a fire nation citizen i think she'd be pretty open and liberated when it comes to her identity, at least wherever it's safe

-because her own ideology and philosophy is like. pseudo air nomad philosophy so i think she simply doesn't give a shit

-she is really into pride events. she LOVES the parade.

-i think she did have feelings for azula, at least as a child. then it all became really unhealthy,

-still, she felt sad about how things ended with azulw. she genuinely wishes it were different

mai

-she does also give comphet lesbian vibes BUT the "i love zuko more than I fear you" line SLAPS so I'm going to say bisexual with a female lean. she's also definitely asexual—and also demiromantic.

-ADORED ty lee, she just always assumed ty lee would choose azula

-it takes mai a long time to develop feelings for anyone, but when she falls she falls hard

-she's really not a big pride person, but she grows to enjoy it eventually. she goes with zuko and ty lee.

-she's not super vocal about her sexuality, but she also doesn't hide it. she doesn't give a shit. it's her business.

azula

-azula is a lesbian. not debatable like the others, to me.

-her feelings towards ty lee and mai are very reminiscent of sozin's feelings for roku i believe. like iykyk.

-she couldn't remember which of the boys was the one she was supposed to "like," but she remembered perfectly which bikini ty lee and mai were wearing. she picked chan like lesbians pick a random boy to crush on in middle school.

-and then she instesd remembered one of thr gusy who were flirting with either mai or ty lee. bestie was jealous.

-she had comphet, so much comphet. she wanted to be loved.

-so much internalised homophobia.

-she has a type, and it's brunette non benders of similar build. by which i mean ty lee and suki

-the ill will she holds towards mai in her comic for ruining their group over a stUpid BOY-

-it's comical,,

-i love her.

jet

-all the freedom fighters are queer

-jet is probably pansexual or bisexual. and also he/they

-he had a thing for katara but he sure as hell also had a thing for zuko

-he punches homophobes in the face

-i never liked jet when i was a kid because he was a jerk and i hated him with katara, but i grew to really enjoy his character and his arc

-this boy wants to eat the rich

-he doesn't want gay marriage, he wants to abolish marriage

smellerbee

-transfem ICON, she/her, though generally gender non conforming.

-and she's also also aromantic and asexual.

-queer platonic relationship with longshot, because of how deeply they love and understand and support each other

-if you misgender her on purpose the whole group will gang up on you and by the end of it you'll have four broken limbs and they'll be arrested for aggravated assault

longshot

-he's aromantic and asexual but he's got unmatched non-verbal autistic rizz

-as i said, QPR with smellerbee

-but all the freedom fighters plan to keep living together forever,, they're found family

-him and smellerbee just have a particularly special bond

the duke

-the duke is pansexual, i think

-i think he had a crush on toph

-also he/they

-and that's about all I've got

pipsqueak

-he/they/she

-pipsqueak's literally his chosen name, nothing cisgender about that,

-gay

sneers

-transmasc, he/they, potentially genderfluid

-dating kori who is bi

haru

-bisexual, female lean

-he/they, potentially genderfluid

teo

-gay, crush on aang

jin and song

-jin is pansexual, would definitely date song who is a lesbian

-zuko introduces them!!

uncle iroh

-straight ally. women are great! big womaniser back in his day.

-loves gay people

-huge support for zuko coming out

-that being said, he wasn't ALWAYS an ally. like he wasn't homophobic either, but he didn't support queer people before lu ten came out to him. then he accepted it, because he loved his son. finally, travelling the world and studying different philosophies led him to be a great ally.

-then he became the biggest ally ever amd a huge advocate for queer rights

-on a similar note, lu ten was gay. ozai was straight. zhao was straight and azulon was probably also straight. just getting them out of the wAy.

piandao

-gay gay gay. likes men.

-him and jeong jeong as a salty judgmental old couple is so real

-also everyone knows about it but nobody dares to give him shit for it

-he just glares and you immediately get off his back

-he could get himself a husband and nobody in the fire nation would do anything to stop him because they literally cannot arrest him

-he'll just shut the door on their face

jeong jeong

-also gay. big gay.

-tons of internalised homophobia, bless him

-tons of self hatred

-like, the way he sees his firebending as a curse of destruction and hatred and hates himself for it—instead of seeing all the colours of the dragons' rainbow fire, like zuko and aang, who symbolise the new generation

-it can work so well as a queer self-acceptance metaphor

-he definitely ends up with piandao, as i said before. begrudgingly in love.

hama

-lesbian. privately, as per water tribe tradition.

-nobody in the south gives her shit for it.

-she definitely had a relationship with kanna.

-when she lived in the fire nation, things were different. living as her authentic self was impossible—even secretly, it became near-impossible.

-hama's life is one big tragedy.

pakku

-straight. initially homophobic as per water tribe conservatism. the sort of, "just don't shove it in my face" homophobia

-but upon realising that like, both his friend group and his wife are incredibly queer, he gets over it

-iroh helps with educating him

-it's also canon that zuko gives the southern water tribe custody of hama after the war which i find incredibly sweet

-but since hama and kanna were... tight, I find myself incredibly entertained imagining possible interactions between pakku and hama

kanna (gran gran)

-kanna was bisexual.

-in the time she spent traveling from the north to the south she slept with a bunch of people

-fire nation pirates, sand bender bandits, earth kingdom soldiers... hakoda's father is a mystery. a mama mia situation.

-other flings include the herbalist, probably, (all old people know each other)

-even madame wu, why not?

-like it entertains me to think that kanna was unhinged the moment she left the Northern Water Tribe

-and being a non bender she used all tools at her disposal to reach the south if you know what i mean

-that being said, she also learned to fight a bit. probably. just to spite pakku.

-when she reached the south, she had a thing with hama. i say this because of the kataang parallel when hama was taken away.

hakoda and bato

-hakoda is bi, bato is gay

-hakoda loved kya, bato loved him secretly and never told him

-after kya died, bato was his only comfort, they fell in love

-once malina enters the situation too, it eventually ends up being a polycule

-note that i strongly dislike malina and those comics

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