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yn-x-animeboy · 3 years

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Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt. 1

request: mine, my brain made me write this

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

sinopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought.

Pt. 1- Introduction. Your fan meet

Basically every couple of months you like to organize small get-togethers with your supporters as a way to have a closer contact with them, to get to know them, as a fanservice and to just thank them in a way. Lately you have been noticing one specific group of fan pages dedicated to you who have been really interactive and supportive on twitter;

promoting your latest music video and the recent EPISODE of: y/n’s camera roll uploaded to your oficial platforms (your team uploaded a weekly video=episode to your channel; almost like Run BTS. Each episode had a different theme and your fans loved it) this group of fan pages is constantly on your main page, so you decided to contact them and fly them out for a day in L.A. for one of your infamous meets so you could meet them.

You don't normally film your fan meetings, they are normally just a one on one gatherings between you and your fans, but your team thought it could be a good idea to record today’s meet and upload parts of it for your weekly EPISODE, these were greatly appreciated by your international fans and other fans who wanted to see a little more into your personal life.

You were currently hanging out with the small group of fans you invited over. A group of around 10 boys and girls were currently sitting on the fluffy carpeted floor and some were sitting on plush chairs randomly spread in front of you. (a/n i imagine this setting like the Zach Sang Show, for the Ariana Grande interview episodes)

You were sitting in front of them on a small white couch for two. Once everyone was comfortably settled in, you introduced yourself and invited the others to do so as well, one by one telling you their name, username, pronouns, age, and fun facts about them. You smiled wide, happy to be able to meet such amazing people and also making mental notes to remember their names and facts.

After the personal introductions your camera crew was set up and ready to start, you told your fans sitting in front of you about how today's meet was going to be recorded and asked for their consent to upload said video; and then proceed to open for the camera;

“Hello everyone welcome to another episode of…. f** I don't even know what we call these videos, jajajaja”

Your fans sitting in front of you stated the name of the youtube series in a heartbeat;

“Wait what?... jajajajaja omg guys thank you, I'm so sorry, yeah you heard them, welcome back to y/n’s camera roll, I can’t believe I forgot that, anyway today’s episode is a little different……” you proceed to explain what the episode was about and thanking the future viewers for tuning in and watching the video. “Waw what a long introduction, so, before we actually go on and have the meet while you guys at home enjoy, I want to introduce you to the lovely group of people who I have invited here today….” Again proceed to introduce your fans to the camera by name, trying to not miss anyone and not butcher any name in the process.

After the introduction is done you porcede to carry out the fan meet like you normally do, you normally have scheduled sections of activities during your meets to make them fun; For today’s meet you all played games and did a couple challenges with your fans; then you recorded a couple of tik toks and instagram stories your fans asked you to be in, and casually all hung out. After a while of comfortable chatting and laughter, you wanted to hype up the mood. You turned down the lights, turned on some color LED lights and had a dance party with everyone invited, dancing and going all out to popular music.

After being all drained from the heavy physical activities, you ordered a variety of food for your fans, like pizza and pasta, sushi, tacos, snacks, etc. and had a muckbang/eating section for the episode as well.

You were having so much fun, you looked around while eating and just by looking at their excited and happy faces you couldn help but feel complete and thankful for all of your fans.

After filling up on food, you carried out the Q&A section of the meet, allowing fans to ask you personal questions and conversing on various topics. The camera director gave you instructions to proceed with the questions, you nodded and thanked him and the staff for their hard work, turning on your heel and sitting back in your spot you tuned to the main camera: “Hi, quick update, sorry I haven't been so interactive with the camera in this episode for everyone watching at home, but I have been having so much fun and I am not used to having a camera crew for my normal fan meets, I’m sorry. Anyway now we will move on, I am going to answer some questions and hopefully this is entertaining enough for the EPISODE hahaha” the crew and fans present chucked as you finished the small interruption.

And the questions began. A girl sitting in the back, raised her hand and spoke; “yeah um, I’m sorry I wanted to see if I could start the questions, idk if the others are okay with that”. The rest of the group nodded sweetly at her, others replied with short “yeah’s”. She then proceeded nervously “thankyou g-guys, um I’m sorry before my question, is there anything we cannot ask you or..?

You sweetly smiled at her shyness and consideration, you tried your best to make her comfortable, “You are so cute, hahaha, thankyou for being considerate, but I really can’t think of anything that I am not allowed to answer or talk about, let me ask my manager...do I Sam?” you shifted your upper body to the side where the crew was standing, your manager Sam shook his head, you don't really have any tea to be spilled anyway so he is pretty confident and comfortable allowing you to be 100% in control.

“Okay if Sam says it’s cool, it's okay jajaja. You can ask me anything”

The girl then proceeded to ask her question, and waited for you to answer.

Time went by, and it was pretty cool to see what your fans were interested in learning about you, after some time the group continued asking you questions like “who is your biggest inspiration? favorite song?, favorite thing about being on tour? what would you do if you weren't a singer? etc.

One of the boys in the group spoke; “Hi, y/n, can I ask you another question?” you nodded and signaled him to proceed;

“I saw that you liked an instagram post about BTS a while back uploaded by a fan account and I also saw that you actually follow their personal twitter account. ALSO in your behind the scenes video for your music video shoot you can be seen in the background dancing the Boy with luv choreo. So I wanted to ask if you were an ARMY and if you know them personally? and like should we be expecting a collaboration soon?”

You chucked at his talking speed, curious questions and great detective skills.

Before you answered you mentally told yourself to hold back and not go all cRAzY fAnGirL on them, you inhaled and answered:

“OMG hahaha I love you so much, what an amazing question, Okay so first off no I don’t know them personally and sadly no plans of collaboration are on sight. Oh wow I have never been asked if I liked BTS before, I’m excited hahaha. Yeah I am an ARMY, I love them so much I am one of their biggest fans, and they are also one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to work ethic and professionalism, listening to them or watching them gives me motivation to keep doing what I love, which is this.

anyway I am rambling I should stop; you guys can say y/n stop whenever I start rambling okay? hahaha''

The group in front of you laughed and added some extra comments on your response.

After a couple comments back and forth you realized something… and asked out loud,

“Wait so, how many of you guys here are actually ARMYs?”,

all of the sudden the 10 fans sitting in front of you raised their hands.

“So you guys are telling me literally everyone of you is a fellow ARMY and didn't tell me until now?” everyone chuckled and looked around surprises at the coincidence

You were already feeling shy after talking so much about yourself before so you redirected the activity, “Guys should we actually talk about BTS for a bit? hahaha” you asked your fans

This made a girl raise her hand and ask: “Can I ask you a BTS question then? Okay so, who is your favorite member?

You loved the new conversation topic. You answered truthfully: “Well first off, I don't have a favorite member. I really mean it when I say this. I love them all equally and I love them all as a group. I don’t prefer one over the other or like one better. I really do support them equally. I mean there is nothing wrong with having a bias, as long as you also respect the other members, hope that all made sense lol” Everyone seemed moved by your support towards them and nodded.

“Y/n so you don’t have a favorite, but do you have a crush on any of them?, like if you could date one of them right now, which one do you pick?” A fan asked.

You looked at her and really thought about how to answer said question in the best way possible; “okay...well...Like I said just to be clear I don't have favorites amongst the group members, but I do have a type…. I consider one of them to be my celebrity crush” you answered, starting out slow and finishing by blurting out the last part.

Your fans in front of you went crazy, they leaned over their seats wanting to feel closer to you and not miss anything you were saying as you took a breath to continue speaking.

“So in that case, if I had to pick someone that I would date in real life...i would say…. Jungkook'' The room was filled with surprised remarks, small comments and squeals.

“Omg guys chill hahaha, breathe, it's just a crush I don’t know him and it's not going to happen. It's just that I find him really attractive and he is my type.”

The fans kept raising their hands to ask you various questions about BTS,

the camera director and manager signaled you to get your attention after you finished answering other questions and told you you only had time for one more question before the fan meet was over.

“Okay guys so apparently we have time for one more question, so make it a good one, it can be about anything, shoot” you said as you leaned over to reach for your water bottle, swung the bottle and pointed to someone on the corner of your eye who seemed to have one last question, as you drank some water they asked: “I have a last BTS question if you don’t mind y/n”

Still gulping water you moved your hand indicating them that is was okay and to go on,

“okay, um I just thought about this, do you have like a specific fantasy or make up scenario about BTS that you could only dream could come true; like I wish i could walk into a café shop and suddenly meet V, realizing we were reading the same book and covering for hours”

That was such a deep and personal question, you had never once thought anyone would be interested in what your fantasies where; you thought it might be boring for your fans if you went on and on about stupid make believe scenarios that live in your head rent free. But seeing everyones approving faces over the question and the intrigued eyes they were shooting at you, you spoke: “I love that question, and your scenario is so cute, you should write a tumblr post about it, (a/n wink wink) well yeah I obviously have created fake scenarios in my head about BTS, past crushes, fake arguments even hahaha, there are so many BTS fake scenarios in my head…. hmm oh I know which one, okay so this fantasy of mine is about how I would meet them irl and work with them, I will make it quick”

You kinda chuckled at yourself, playing with the cap on your water bottle, you felt as if you were about to say something really cringy and embarrassing. You took a deep breath and started the narration of the sinopsis of your personal fanfic created by you.

“Okay so, my literal fantasy is to one day meet them at a talk show, you know how hosts like will surprise their guests with something/someone they like?, I believe Ellen has done it multiple times where she surprised a guest with their idol or celebrity crush, you know?” The group nodded, invested in your fake scenario “Well i would be invited to like the Jimmy Fallon Show, where he would just randomly surprise me with BTS. Then I would be given the opportunity to introduce myself and tell them how much I love and support them. I would also be able to show them my Korean speaking skills, I learned Korean and Spanish back in school and I have never been able to actually use either them, lol, anyway...well after that we would all become really good friends, and we would collaborate and put out one or multiple songs for you guys. I mean that's basically it, I wish I could meet them, and become their friend and write songs with them, even produce songs with Suga or RM if I could'' you sighed as you ended your mini narration.

You continued; “But well, that's just a fake scenario I repeat, it's not real and it's not gonna happen, EVER. For now I will keep supporting and loving them with you and the rest of ARMY. I really doubt they even know who I am, anyway” you closed the conversation at that. Your fans seemed like they wanted to say something but your camera director called you over before anyone could say something else. You excuse yourself and walk over to the cameras and lights set up where the staff is.

*your fans were really confused, and this you didn't know, but your fans knew for a fact that BTS knew very well who you were. The fans even knew which member has continuously admitted to having a platonic crush on you for years now, ever since you first blew up, back when you were 16 and he was 17. Your fans knew how you are one of BTS’s favorite artists, and this was no secret, you could literally look all this information up...

They didn’t understand how you could have no idea how famous you actually are* They talked amongst themselves about this while you talked to your team.

Your manager and camera director indicated you to do an outro for the video’s footage and other instructions. You nodded your head and smiled, you took a step back and bowed your head towards the staff behind the cameras and thanked them for their work.

You then walked towards the group of fans and told them you had to do an outro for the camera if that was okay with them; you then sat with them on the floor while side hugging the two fans next to you, you directed yourself to the camera: “Okay guys so sadly today’s meet is now over, I am really sad I wish we could hang out for longer, thank you so much for coming and making today so fun and special” you then turned to the camera “And for my other amazing supporters who are going to watch this on youtube, today was just a little scoop into my life like the other y/n’s camera roll EPISODES, in case you are interested in other videos like this one you can visit head to the channel where this video was uploaded and watch more! hopefully you guys had fun with us! I adore you all, thank you! Please Spread love always, y/n out” you waved as the camera director said “CUT” and the crew cut the cameras.

Your manager then stood up and directed everyone to get ready to leave, also thanking them for always supporting you and taking care of you, you smiled at your amazing manager and looked back at your fans while they picked up their stuff, smiling sadly.

You said your goodbye to everyone one-by-one as they headed out.

After lots of farewell hugs, kisses, selfies, and gifts, you went home with a smile on your face for the amazing time you had.

You went to bed, turned your phone on silent mode and looked at your ceiling, reliving that fake scenario you talked about a few hours ago, oh how you wished it could become real (a/n hehe wink wink). Finally dozing off and resting for the work-packed day you had tomorrow unaware that your social media was currently going crazy and how they yearned for your new weekly EPISODE to come out.

Part 2- Jungkook’s POV --------> here

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aalissy · 3 years

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Day 1 of Adrienette April is here!! Yayay, I’m sooo excited for this month. I love my babies! Especially now that we’re going to get more episodes. I hope you guys like this lil chapter <3

AO3

“I’m just saying Marinette, he’s a really good guy once you actually give him a chance,” Alya rolled her eyes at her best friend after she had just finished her latest rant against Adrien.

“And I think you’re insane for actually giving him the time of day,” Marinette rolled her eyes right back. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she and Alya strolled closer towards their school, “Adrien Agreste is a jerk and that’s all he’ll ever be.”

Her friend snickered at her, “I can’t believe you’re still hung up about the gum situation.”

“He never even apologized for that Alya!” Marinette shook her head furiously as she clenched her eyes shut tight, “Plus he’s friends with Chloé! He’s worthy of never being my friend just for that!”

Alya let out another quiet laugh, pausing on the first step of the school when she caught sight of blonde hair bounding out of his limo with a cheerful wave. She bit her lip to contain her smile and leaned over to hiss in Marinette’s ear, “Don’t look now but I think sunshine is coming towards us.”

“No!” she gasped in horror, her eyes popping open before looking at her best friend with absolute misery as she whimpered a quiet, “Hide me.”

“No can do,” Alya chuckled, waving back at Adrien as he approached them.

Marinette grimaced before shuffling backward slightly, intending to hide herself as best she could behind her best friend as the model approached them. She groaned to herself as she looked at those gleaming, emerald green eyes.

“Hey Alya!” he gave her a bright, beaming smile before turning to the girl hiding slightly behind her with a more neutral expression. Adrien gave a quick nod before murmuring, “Marinette.”

She gave a small, sarcastic smile back, “Adrien. Whatever did we do to deserve your presence?”

His lips twitched slightly, a faint look of amusement dancing in his eyes, “Nothing but being your usual, smart, charming selves.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed a bit at that. Unease ate away at her slightly as she was unused to receiving compliments from Adrien. Turning away from him, she looked out over the bustling, Parisian streets in an attempt to hide the small blush she was sure was blooming across her cheeks.

There was a small lull in the conversation as the three of them stood in slightly awkward silence. Luckily, Alya cleared her throat and Adrien quickly snapped his gaze over to her and away from the girl standing next to her. With a knowing smirk, she asked, “So why did you come over here, then, Adrien? If not just to come over and say hi to our usual, charming, smart selves?”

“Oh,” he said with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck, “I actually wanted to ask if you had the notes to yesterday morning’s lecture. I couldn’t make it because I was in a photo shoot.”

A small scoff came from Marinette’s lips as both Adrien and Alya turned to look at her. Her gaze was still focused on the street below them and Alya pursed her lips as a mischievous look entered her gaze, “You know who else missed the lecture yesterday?” She nudged her best friend with a sly grin before looking back at Adrien, “You two weren’t together, were you?”

“What?!” Adrien and Marinette shouted at the same time, both of their gazes snapping to Alya.

“I’m only saying,” she shrugged her shoulders casually, “You two seem to miss the exact same lessons at the exact same time.”

Marinette’s mouth dropped open in both shock and offense. Was Alya still trying to get her to like Adrien? Because that ship had sailed a long time ago. Besides, the only reason that she missed that class was because there was an akuma attack. A tiny, dreamy smile tugged at her lips as her mind drifted towards the boy she actually wanted to spend time with. Her partner, Chat Noir.

There was no time to think about that now, though. Shaking her head furiously, she glanced at Adrien who was surprisingly staring at her with what seemed like a pink flush across his cheeks. Feeling her own face get hot, Marinette dragged her gaze away from the pair of dazzling, green eyes to her friend. She cleared her throat as she began to ramble, “No, no, no! You know why I was gone! I’m always late to class, b-because I wake up too late.”

“Uh-huh,” Alya dragged the word out, her hazel eyes glimmering mischievously, “I’m sure.”

“S-so, um, do you mind sharing the notes with me?” Adrien jumped back into the conversation, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided both of the girl’s curious gazes.

Alya nodded her head, before gesturing inside the school so that they made it to class before the final bell rang. She dug around her backpack for a moment before pulling out her notebook. As they began crossing the main hall of the school, she turned to Adrien with one raised eyebrow, “Why didn’t you just ask Nino for the notes? You two are still sitting together, right?”

Panic filled his eyes as his gaze quickly darted back towards Marinette who was walking slightly behind them with a small pout. This didn’t go unnoticed by Alya whose eyebrow rose slightly higher at the glance. Adrien’s gaze quickly returned to her, however, a sheepish smile on his lips as he spoke quietly, “Yeah, we are. I just saw you and Marinette first so I figured I’d ask you guys before Nino. Plus, I can never read his handwriting.”

Alya chuckled back at him before flipping through her notes to find the right page, “Yeah, neither can I,” she said amusedly before handing him the book cheerfully.

“Thanks!” Adrien chirped, shooting one last quick look back at Marinette before rushing off to their first class.

Alya watched him go fondly before slowing down slightly to match her pace with her best friend. Quickly, the pout left Marinette’s face as she beamed over at her, “I thought he’d never leave.”

“Girl you’re seriously crazy. That boy is obviously just trying to get you to like him,” she shook her head with a roll of her eyes.

Marinette scrunched her nose up, “And I think you’re seriously crazy. Adrien and I are never going to be friends. I don’t know why you keep trying to set us up.”

Alya sighed frustratedly. Sometimes her best friend could be a little too blind. Anyone with eyes would know that the only reason Adrien even came to them in the first place was so that he could have a chance to talk with Marinette. The boy had one of the highest grades in their class, there was no way he needed her notes.

“Anyway,” Marinette continued, ignoring Alya’s helpless sigh as she bounced slightly on her toes, “Can we talk about the recent photos you added onto the Ladyblog?”

Alya gave a fond chuckle as Marinette began ranting about how good Chat Noir looked in the latest pictures she uploaded. They had just slid into their seats as her best friend began to gush about how perfect his hair looked. Marinette’s tirade got cut short as Adrien spun around in his seat, his jaw dropping open in surprise, “You like Chat Noir?!”

“Were you eavesdropping?!” She shot him an offended look, her eyes narrowed with fiery hatred.

Adrien flushed quickly, his eyes widening. He ducked his head down and then murmured quietly, “Sorry, I-I couldn’t help but overhear.” Slowly though he lifted his head back up to stare at her with a look of determination, “But you do like Chat Noir then?”

Marinette bristled, “Of course I do! Who wouldn’t?”

A smile of wonder seemed to dance across Adrien’s lips as he gazed up at her, “Well, I just thought that he wouldn’t be your type.”

Her mouth flapped open and close quickly, her face slowly turning the shade of a tomato, “I-I d-don’t like him like that,” she murmured quietly, tapping her fingers together nervously.

“Yes you do,” Alya chortled, “You bring him up every chance you get.”

“Shut up! No I don’t! He’s just my favorite superhero, ok?” Marinette hissed, shoving the girl sitting next to her as her face turned an even darker shade of red.

Curiously, Adrien’s face also turned a light shade of pink as his smile grew even wider. He then chirped rather cheerfully up at them, “Well, I’m glad he’s your favorite Marinette. Ladybug’s my favorite, like the most of Paris.”

At that, Marinette’s head quickly whipped back towards him from where she had previously been glaring at her best friend, her mouth falling open, “You like Ladybug?!”

His smile turned into a small smirk as he repeated her words back to her, “Of course I do. Who wouldn’t?”

A small giggle fell from Marinette’s lips before she quickly cut it off, looking almost as though she was shocked at herself. She recovered fast, however, turning back to him with mischief dancing in her eyes, “Well, I just thought she wouldn’t be your type.”

At that, both of them laughed together, their eyes sparkling with mischief and almost a look of knowing. As Alya watched them, she shook her head at herself. Those two were made for each other, even if they didn’t know it yet.

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ghostlyhamburger · 4 years

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Just Between Us

Prompt: Foreplay

Request: Marinette/Mister Bug

Rating: E

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Ladybug and Chat decided to switch miraculouses for a while, get to know each other’s kwamis and powers—just in case.

The last thing Marinette expected was to see was Mister Bug on her balcony. He’d visited her a few times as Chat, but Mister Bug seemed more responsible—not the kind to drop in on a civilian’s home to say hi.

She wasn’t supposed to know who he was, anyways, so she put on a confused look when she opened the skylight. “Um, hello?”

“Hey, Princess,” Mister Bug said, dropping into her bedroom, landing softly on her bed. “Sorry if I scared you. I know I look a little different tonight.”

“Chat?” she asked, feigning shock. “But—you look like Ladybug.”

“We switched,” he said simply. “Just for a little while. But I think I look good in spots, don’t I?” He struck a pose, stretching out languidly on her mattress, and she couldn’t help but blush slightly when she saw how well the suit contoured to his abs.

Since when did she have a thing for abs?!

“Y-you look good,” she confirmed, tearing her eyes away from him, trying not to let her face burn. True, he looked different, but this was still Chat, her friend who listened to her ramble about her day and didn’t laugh at her when she cried over the sad scenes in Disney movies. A friend she was comfortable with, and that comfort would be ruined if she let herself think about the fact that he was also hot as hell.

Mister Bug smiled widely as he sat up. “You look really good too, you know,” he murmured.

Her hair was hanging limply around her shoulders, and she was in the most unflattering oversized T-shirt she owned, comfy but looked like a muumuu on her slim form. “Yeah, right.”

“You do,” he said reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “So, uh, I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood for some trashy reality TV.”

“Always,” she replied, her smile growing. This was easy. Comfortable. “Wanna head down? I’ll get the computer set up.”

Mister Bug groaned, flopping onto his back on her bed. “But I’m so comfy here. Can’t we just watch on your phone?”

“Lazy,” she accused, gently swatting at him, her hand making soft contact with his stomach (and those abs). “Fine, scoot over so I can lay down.”

He rolled over, onto his stomach, and she grabbed her phone from the small shelf beside the bed and pulled up the latest episodes of The Bachelor.

“How is this guy supposed to choose any girl when he spends maybe fifteen minutes with them?” Mister Bug ranted, his shoulder pressed to Marinette’s as they squished together to look at the small screen.

“Most of the time they don’t end up married after the show,” she replied. “They try to say it’s all love at first sight, but I don’t think that exists.”

“Not even with that model kid you’ve got all the pictures of?”

“Shut up,” she replied, lightly shoving him. “I hated him at first, actually. But then he turned out to be really sweet.”

“Wait, you actually do love him?”

She blinked. “Uh, yeah? I haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just stared at her, his eyes seeming to search her face for something. “Just him?”

It was amazing how green his eyes were, even without the wash of his usual mask. “I—I don’t know.”

The music swelled from the phone as the bachelor embraced one of the identical blonde women, and Mister Bug pressed his lips to Marinette’s.

He pulled away after a too-brief moment, but her hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close for another kiss. Her fingers splayed in his hair, and her lips parted against his, letting his tongue slip against hers. One of them, or maybe both of them, moaned, and the sound made them jump apart.

“We just—” Marinette said.

“We did,” Mister Bug confirmed. “Do you want to--?”

“Yes.”

Their lips met again, and they moved together, Marinette rolling onto her back so Mister Bug could kneel over her. His knee moved between her legs as she parted them, the oversized shirt pushing up on her thighs, revealing more skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Mister Bug murmured, gloved hands gently stroking her hair. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Mar.”

“Really?” she asked, blushing. “But—what about Ladybug?”

“I’ll always love her a little bit,” he said with a soft, honest smile. “But hanging out with you, seeing you smile…I’ve moved on.”

Had he really though? She couldn’t think about an answer as he kissed her again, one hand on her leg, creeping higher, higher.

“W-wait,” she said, and he froze instantly. She placed a hand on his chest, gently tracing the lines of his suit to comfort him as she asked with a sly grin, “In what way have you wanted me, exactly?”

He grinned back at her, a smile that promised sin, and her heart seemed to stutter for a moment. “Just like this,” he murmured, his voice lowered. “With a lot fewer clothes.”

“So you want to…”

He sighed, his hand leaving her leg, making her feel suddenly cold. “I want you, all of you, so bad, but…the suit doesn’t come off unless I drop my transformation.”

“I don’t suppose you have a blindfold with you?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Sorry, left it in my other supersuit.”

Marinette sighed, tilting her head slightly up, highly aware of how the small stretch pressed her breasts towards Mister Bug. “So, we can’t have sex.”

“No.”

“Well…we can do nearly everything but.”

He gulped, his eyes wide. Marinette knew for a fact that Tikki wouldn’t mind if he left the suit on during their activities—she’d in fact encouraged Marinette to do the same thing when she’d shown some interest in Chat before.

His hand was back on her leg, creeping up her thigh, pushing her shirt up past the line of her panties. He rested on his knees as he slowly pulled the garment up over her breasts, over her head, and finally threw it on the ground below. He let his hands rest on her stomach, then, fingers stroking the soft skin of her waist and hips, but his eyes were fixed to her bare breasts.

“You can touch, you know,” she said. “I—I want you to touch me. Please.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to touch her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands. The material of his suit was smooth, and she could feel the heat from his skin radiating through it.

Tikki had once told her the suit could change thickness, to protect her from harm but still let her feel for a pulse in any akuma victims. Apparently that aspect of the suit had other applications, as Mister Bug’s touch was so gentle, so careful, as he explored every centimeter of her breasts with his hand.

He gently rolled her nipple between two fingers, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he openly stared at her chest, watching the little bud harden to his touch. He gave one small pinch, and Marinette gasped.

His lips crashed into hers again, the slow deliberate touches gone as he squeezed her breasts, kissed her jaw, her neck. His eyes met hers, and he smiled before lowering his head to flick his tongue against her nipple, open mouth against her skin, making her feel warm and wet in more ways than one.

“Chat,” she groaned.

He smiled, lips still against her breast. “Not my name this time.”

She rolled her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows to meet his gaze. “I’m not moaning out ‘Mister Bug’.”

His smile fell. “I don’t—did I tell you that’s my name?”

“Y-yeah?”

He shook his head slightly before smiling again. “Okay. Still, don’t call me Chat right now.”

She pressed two fingers beneath his chin, drawing up his face to meet hers. “Then you better make sure I can’t say words at all.”

His eyes darted down, glancing between her legs. “Wait, you want me to—”

Marinette rolled her eyes again, and quickly reached down, tugging her panties off her hips, kicking them off her legs altogether. “Touch me.”

Mister Bug wasted no time in moving his touches, his kisses lower, his lips just below her navel as his gloved hands traced her folds. One finger slipped inside her, and she moaned.

“God, you’re so—” Mister Bug murmured, before cutting himself off with his lips on her hipbone and a second finger pushing inside her. She whimpered, letting her hips buck up against his hand.

His fingers brushed her clit, and she cried out, her head falling back against the mattress as stars swam in her vision.

“Can—can I taste you?” he asked, his voice so soft, so unsure she barely heard him.

“Please, please,” she begged, spreading her legs just a bit more. “I’m—you’re—oh god…”

His mouth was on her clit suddenly, tongue flicking at it like he’d done against her breast. His fingers were still in her, sliding in and out of her, moving harder, faster. She was overwhelmed by yes yes good more, feeling a tension inside her that was wound tighter and tighter and—she screamed as she came, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him there as she rode that wave of pleasure.

He kissed her inner thigh before drawing his fingers out of her, looking up at her. “Marinette,” he murmured, her name a reverent prayer on his tongue.

“Wow,” she murmured, moving her arms to cover her face as embarrassment started to set in. “That—wow. I wish I could return the favor…”

Mister Bug made a sound like a strangled groan. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll be thinking of you plenty when I get home tonight.”

“Speaking of,” she said, glancing at her now discarded phone, reaching for it to check the time.

He sighed. “Yeah. I should go.”

“I—I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked softly.

He kissed her lips gently, letting her have the briefest taste of herself. “I’ll be here every night if you let me,” he murmured. “Especially if I can get my hands on a good blindfold.”

“Maybe I’ll just make a mask for you,” she said, her fingertips tracing the domino mask he wore. “I’d like to be able to see you.”

He kissed her again before pulling back. “I have to go. If I stay any longer…”

Marinette nodded. “Good night, Mister Bug.”

“Good night, Marinette.”

Once he was gone and she was dressed again, Plagg flew out of the little cubby hiding space she’d made for Tikki. “Hey, Pigtails.”

“Yeah?”

“When you finally do your whole reveal thing, can you make sure I’m out of the ring?” he asked. “The look on the kid’s face is going to be priceless.”

Marinette laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

#ml smut #mlnsfw #miraculust #miracusin #ml fanfic #ghostly writes #smutember2020

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norahastuff · 4 years

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anglofmrcy replied to your photoset “Cas believes his worst fears and insecurities have finally been...”

I think a little jealousy comes into play here as Dean is used to being Cas’s priority but when Jack came along and he promised Jack’s mother that he would keep Jack safe he became Castiel ‘s priority I think Dean resented that a little!!��

That’s actually interesting because Dean’s resentment towards Jack did start back in 12x19. He may have been angry at Cas for disappearing and not answering his many many calls, not to mention for coming into his room and playing him by using the mixtape Dean gave him - what even was 12x19?! - but he understood. He understood that Cas was doing all this because he felt depressed and useless and he desperately needed a win. He was trying to protect Sam and Dean because he still saw himself as their guardian, even if Dean no longer did. In my estimation Dean hasn’t seen Cas that way since s9 at the latest, which is something he reminds Cas of this episode “you’re not our babysitter Cas, okay? That is not your job.”

It was kinda clear from Cas’ reaction that he didn’t really agree.

Anyway even after Kelly stole the impala (and Cas let her) Dean still understood and defended Cas. Because he knew what Cas was going through. That is until Jack shared his power with Cas and showed him “the future.”

That’s when everything changed for Dean because he stopped understanding Cas. What were his exact words?

“up until now if Cas messed up, if he did something wrong, but he thought it was for the right reasons, I got it. Right? But last night, when I looked at him, I did not recognise the guy staring back at me.”

And that was an arc that played out from 12x19-13x04 or 13x06 depending on your perspective. Hell the whole reason Cas even woke up in the Empty was because Jack couldn’t stand how broken and angry Dean was about his death and how it was Jack’s fault. How it was Cas’ faith in Jack that got him killed. So Jack reached out for Cas.

Dean had already started to warm to Jack before Cas came back, but it was a slow thawing. He wasn’t exactly ready to pop the welcome champagne, rather it was just a “you did good kid, i might be ready to stop treating you like you’re a monster now.” But then he brought Cas back and Dean was all set to welcome him to the family. Dean’s been known to start trusting vampires and being gracious to the King of Hell if they save Cas, so this one was a no brainer really.

Sorry I went off on a tangent there, back to the point.

After all that went down, they all kind of adopted Jack. He was family. It wasn’t about a choice between Dean and Jack anymore because they were all a unit. That is until Jack lost his soul and killed Mary. In Dean’s mind, to be able to cope, that was when he dissociated Jack from their family unit. So at that point it was a choice between Jack and the Winchesters (Dean.) And Cas chose Jack.

Of course that’s all in Dean’s mind. From Cas’ perspective, having Jack around is what allowed him to feel like he had a place in their family. Sam and Dean didn’t need him, but Jack did. He could be there for Jack, take care of him and that would be his role. By losing Jack, not only was he losing someone he thought of as a son and loved very much, but also whatever place he felt he had tentatively carved for himself in this family.

For Cas, It wasn’t about Dean vs Jack. In his mind Dean doesn’t really need him. He doesn’t know how much Dean wants him around, Jack or no Jack, purpose or no purpose. Cas wasn’t around to watch how much Dean spiralled over his death. Or when he disappeared in s12. Or when he was possessed by Lucifer. Or...I could go on, but the point is Cas doesn’t know any of this.

I’m very interested to see 15x09 and Dean’s prayer to Cas, because it’ll illuminate a lot of what is going through Dean’s mind and I think it’s really important to clarify that, both for us and for Cas.

Sorry I rambled for far too long about this, but fair warning, that’s what happens when you mention anything about s12 in my presence!

#anglofmrcy #my spn thoughts #jack and cas #destiel #i guess #12x19 #you deserve to be saved

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breakingdownsu · 5 years

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Spiderweb Chapter Two

Note: So news! My health, which regular readers of my stories know is in a constant state of tanking and recovering, is tanking again, which means I'm going to be housebound for a while and that means I get to update more often. Every cloud silver lining etc.

I have not seen the latest episodes though, and as always this is going to spiral away from canon in a big way.

…..

“I have half a quadrant and then I need to be crosstown,” Orthoclase said, walking out from behind the surgery curtain.

Her pearl handed her a chemical wipe and she draped herself across the low couch across from Slim. The pearl perched neatly on the end.

“This won't take long,” Slim assured her. “I just need to pick your brain about something.”

“Let me guess...some gem boosted some pearls and some other gem got shattered in the process?” Orthoclase drawled. “I haven't heard of any new merch on the black market...”

“No. A gem lost her life but her pearl was untouched.”

Orthoclase's eyebrows shot up. Even the pearl looked a little stunned, if that was possible.

“It happened in bright midcycle, in the quad by the Silverdene. Lots of witnesses who didn't see anything. Whatever it was, it attacked from the circulation mesh without damaging it. Pretty strange stuff.”

“I'd agree,” Orthoclase hummed. “But what do you think I know about it?”

“The victim's pearl,” Slim continued. “At first I thought it was injured in the attack. It was missing some fingers. And I got the feeling it wasn't telling me the truth.”

“Pearls can't lie,” Orthoclase said.

“I didn't say it lied,” Slim retorted. “I just think it was keeping some information from me. It knew more than it was letting on.”

Orthoclase sighed, rubbed her temple.

“So what do you want me to do about it? There's no programming or procedure in the galaxy that could get a pearl to disclose something it's ordered not to...their privacy intra-programming is too broad. The only way around it is to just learn to ask the right questions.”

“I'm done questioning it. I just want to know about the missing fingers. The pearl said its owner did it,” said Slim. “Why would she do that to her pearl?”

Orthoclase sighed again, and made some vague gesture to her pearl. The pearl rose and retrieved something from a nearby shelf.

“It happens a lot more than you might think,” she began, holding out the object for Slim to look over. “You can get these on the black market easier than a barrel of filler.”

“Alum shears?” Slim queried. She'd seen them in the course of work before...

“Modified,” Orthoclase explained. “There's a different charge current loaded into the barrel, it reacts with the pearl's spike. Normally, if you cut off parts of a gem's body they'll retreat into their gems and the body part will reform, right?”

“Obviously,” Slim drawled.

“The charge from this makes the alteration permanent. It only works on pearls, and it can only be reversed by an underground remodeler.”

Slim's brow gently furrowed as she stared down at the shears. Why would anyone intentionally damage their own pearl?

“It's an acquired taste,” Orthoclase said, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “Most gems who buy these things try it once then bring their pearl in for repairs and never do it again. There's a few sick pebbles out there though, it becomes a habit.”

“I don't get the appeal,” Slim mused, gingerly picking up the shears.

“Hey, Ginger,” Orthoclase called to her pearl, who slid across the couch to her side in response. “Let's say I put one of your fingers in this contraption. How would you react?”

“Crying and screaming,” the pearl answered, deadpan.

That was curious. Slim hadn't been around many pearls, but from the little she did know she gathered they didn't show emotion of any kind as a rule.

“And why?” Orthoclase prodded.

“I'd assume if you were going to cut my fingers off outside of surgery, you'd want me to cry and scream,” the pearl responded.

“So...there are gems deliberately destroying their pearls but want them to react badly to it? Isn't that kind of going against a pearl's nature?”

“Pearls do what they're told to do,” Orthoclase shrugged. “If I told Ginger I wanted her not to make a sound while I cut her fingers off, she wouldn't. But it doesn't really start there...what kind of gem was shattered?”

“An Emerald.”

“Zoatox war veteran, am I right?”

“Yes, as it happens.”

“And have you ever known an Emerald to keep only a pearl for company? Especially a wealthy war vet? Look up her last few hangers-on, I bet you'll find plenty of gems that wanted her gone.”

“That's incredibly helpful,” Slim said sincerely, although internally she squirmed at the idea of having to go talk to any other gems. “Thanks.”

“No problem. But before you go...”

Orthoclase rose and grabbed a sack, rummaging around in it before finding what she was looking for.

“Consider this a gift,” she said, handing the object over.

A pearl.

“No thanks,” Slim retorted, trying to hand it back.

“I mean it, just take it,” Orthoclase insisted. “It might come in handy for your investigation.”

“Hm...and where did you get it?”

“It's untraceable, if that's what you're worried about. Just keep it away from checkpoints.”

“No, I think I should leave it here...”

“Please.”

The sudden sharpness in Orthoclase's tone stopped Slim in her tracks.

She knows something.

But trying to get information Orthoclase didn't want to give would take orbits that Slim didn't have the patience for.

“All right,” she mumbled, taking the pearl. “My apartment is small, you know that?”

“Pearls aren't picky. And you're a decent sort for a slag-picker.”

As she walked Slim to the door, Orthoclase called back for her pearl (Ginger) to start packing for their next job.

“You named your pearl?” she asked with a low chuckle.

“I see a few hundred pearls every orbit,” Orthoclase explained. “Had to tell her apart somehow.”

“Okay, but ginger? What in Core's name is a ginger?”

“No idea,” Orthoclase shrugged, pushing Slim out into the street. “By the way, yours is named Lavender.”

…..

Slim had originally met Orthoclase on one of the rare occasions she had gotten caught with stolen property. Unlike most Amethysts, Slim had a grudging respect for Homeworld's seedy underground characters, and that respect was mirrored back at her. She often managed to get information out of gems that had withstood imprisonment, bribery and threats of shattering merely because of this mutual respect.

Orthoclase was let go in return for hinting, indirectly, that a group of Rubies had been responsible for hijacking a lost-and-found station and attempting to pass off the stolen pearls as the newest series on the market to make some hefty cash. She never officially gave anything away, but Slim knew how to connect the dots and they found the culprits within a few cycles. Without Orthoclase, it might have taken orbits.

Since then, Slim had made a habit of pretending not to know what Orthoclase was doing, dropping by her workshops every now and then for a 'friendly chat.' If she happened to get some gossip about some other gem doing something illegal, then that was a pleasant surprise.

It struck Slim as grim but funny that the criminals she associated with in the course of her work got along better with her than her so-called squad-mates. Still, those same squad-mates often did things on the job that were considerably worse than the criminals (in her opinion, anyway.) So perhaps it wasn't so strange.

…..

The Larimar had a weak, wavering voice when she answered the holo-com, and when Slim was ushered in she took notice of how she trembled at the slightest noise.

“I assume I'm not the first Amethyst that's stopped by here?” she began.

“Actually, you are,” Larimar replied with a shrill bark of laughter. “They called my holo-cast to tell me. Half a quadrant ago. After nearly three hundred orbits, all I get is a holo-cast. Sums up our entire relationship, really. I always figured she'd get herself in trouble some time, but shattered? She still manages to surprise me....I mean, she did surprise me, I mean...she used to, sometimes....”

Slim slowly held up a hand to slow down Larimar's babbling. She was on the edge of hysteria, Slim could always tell when an interview was about to go south.

“I'm sorry you weren't told in a more empathetic manner, my colleagues aren't known for their sensitivity...”

Larimar snorted, and smiled weakly.

“...but I'm here to try and find out who's responsible for it, and I think you can help me. Could you tell me about your relationship with Emerald?”

Larimar sighed deeply, took a bracing sip of her compound mix, and began.

“We met when she came back from the zoatox war...she was with a Carnelian back then, but she used to stop by the store I worked in all the time. She was so charming, and funny....she invited me to all these parties but I never had time to go....And then one cycle she marches in and tells my supervisor I'm quitting and moves me into her apartment, and I'm like, what about Carnelian...”

Slim listened intently to Larimar's long rambling musings on the relationship, trying to pull out little details about Emerald that might have been important.

Outwardly charming but callous. Domineering. Played mind games with her partners.

“...it was pretty great, she took me everywhere with her, even though Carnelian was still singing at the Silverdene and it was awkward...and she bought me anything I could have wanted, she was so good to me...”

Deliberately flaunting new partner in front of old partner. Buys affection from gems.

“We had our problems, sure, but what couple doesn't? It wasn't anything really that bad...”

At this point, Larimar stopped. Slim knew she wanted to say something but was holding back. It seemed like she had been trying to convince herself more than Slim that it had been a good relationship with a pleasant gem.

“Did Emerald ever hurt you in any way? Physically, I mean,” Slim asked bluntly.

“No, of course not!” Larimar gasped. “Why would she? I did everything she wanted me to...”

She trailed off. Slim simply stared at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“...well, okay, there were a few things that happened....”

Here we go.

“...but it's not a big deal, okay? She was a commander in the zoatox war, for Core's sake, she saw some really messed up things. She kept it all bottled up, so it was bound to come out in some way, right?”

Slim said nothing.

“It happened mostly when we were...you know, intimate. She grabbed me a little too hard, you know how it goes when you get carried away with something...” Larimar continued. “And a few times she'd be teasing me, just joking, right? And she'd go a little bit too far, but she was so big, she didn't really know her own strength.”

“She was ex-military,” Slim suggested. “I'd say she knew exactly how strong she was.”

Larimar mumbled to herself uncomfortably, grasped the material of her shimmering blue-and-white gown.

“Okay, there were a few times when it seemed like she was getting a kick out of it,” she finally admitted. “She said I was beautiful when I'm crying....I thought it was a joke, you know? She stopped when I said I was going to leave. And she never, like, made me retreat into my gem or anything...”

“Did you leave her?” Slim asked.

Larimar laughed bitterly.

“No, I didn't have to. I got her a pearl for her hatchcycle. She spent all her time with it. I don't even think she noticed when I packed my bags.”

…...

Slim was on her way back to her apartment when her holo-cast rang. She let it ring three times and then read the message that came up.

We've got another one. Upper west quadrant, building G5, apartment 10G.

Answer your Core-blasted cast!

She made her way there leisurely, stopping for a sulphide package along the way. By the time she arrived at the apartment, the supervising Amethyst looked ready to shatter her.

“No sign of forced entry, same kind of attack as the last one. Get on with it so we can get out of here, okay?” she growled.

Slim nodded, and then took her instruments out of her bag and slowly tinkered with them, pretending to adjust them. The supervisor had no idea what they were even for.

The blood spatters across the floor leading to the remains of the victim indicated that the attack had once again come from above, but when Slim looked up all she saw was smooth marbled ceiling. There was a vent that lead to the main air circulation system, but it was on the other side of the room.

As was the victim's pearl.

Ignoring the victim entirely, Slim approached the pearl as all the other Amethysts started gathering up their evidence to leave.

I just have to ask the right questions.

The pearl smiled faintly as Slim sat next to it.

“I don't suppose you saw anything?” Slim began.

“I did not,” the pearl replied.

“Was there anyone else in this apartment besides you and your owner?”

“No,” the pearl answered.

“Even during the attack?”

“No. There was no-one.”

“Did your owner have any enemies?” Slim asked, switching the subject.

“I wouldn't know, she did not talk to me and she did not bring me outside.”

Great. Even if I do ask the right questions, this pearl has no information.

“I am sorry I cannot be more helpful,” the pearl said quietly.

“That's okay, it's not your fault,” Slim assured it.

The pearl moved her hand a little to the side, and in this small movement Slim caught a flash of discoloration on her arm. A long, deep furrow had been dug into the pearl's skin. Slim gingerly took hold of the arm to inspect it.

“Did your owner do this?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because she enjoyed it.”

Even though pearls weren't real gems and couldn't really be hurt by such things, Slim felt bad for it.

“She used one of those black market alum shears?” she asked.

“To make the cuts, yes. She also used hydrochloric acid to make them stay.”

“How many do you have?”

“Sixteen.”

Sure enough, when the pearl pulled up the hem of its skirt at Slim's request, its legs were covered with similar furrows. Slim barely suppressed a wince.

…..

When she finally arrived back at her apartment, Slim had forgotten all about the pearl Orthoclase had given her, so when it regenerated while Slim was stacking up her evidence folders it scared her nearly into her gem.

“Don't do that,” she gasped in the newly reformed pearl's direction, clutching her chest.

The pearl blinked slowly at her, standing in the middle of the room with a stillness that had always struck Slim as eerie.

“Okay,” she began, gesturing to the pearl to sit down on the edge of the rest pod. “Look, Orthoclase insisted that I take you, I've never had a pearl before so I have no idea what to do with you. Any suggestions?”

The pearl said nothing, just stared at her.

“Great,” Slim grumbled. “Why in Core's name did she want me to take you so bad, anyway?”

It was meant to be a rhetorical question.

“She intends for me to protect you,” the pearl answered.

“Protect me?” Slim barked out a laugh.

The pearl was a head taller than Slim, but less than a third of the width of her. Its skin was white with a purple tinge to it and it had long curls the colour of the night sky. The dress it was wearing had three layers of stiff ruffles and loose fluttering sleeves. Even for pearls, it was the definition of dainty. What could it possibly protect Slim from?

“She said your name is Lavender,” Slim said, wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes. “What in Core's name is a lavender?”

“I don't know.”

“Then who gave you the name?”

“A visiting quartz. He knew what it was, but he forgot to tell me.”

He? What's a he?

“Right, okay,” Slim mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I'll find some use for you. Since you're here to protect me, how about you keep guard while I work?”

The pearl complied, and after a little while Slim forgot it was even there. When she did turn around, she half-thought the pearl was shirking as it had its back turned to her and was about to scold it. But then she noticed what it was looking at.

The air vent.

That's interesting.

#steven universe fanfiction #crime fic #orthoclase and pearl #murder pearl #murder most foul

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lolol how can you still ship memori after that

man I was just gonna answer this with a meme but then like the amount of Bad Takes I’ve seen regarding memori lately had me all worked up earlier so. sorry for,,, all of this.

disclaimer: as far as shipping them goes? I’ll be first in line to say that where they’re at right now is not a healthy place to be in a romantic relationship, so I have no issue with them not being together atm. do I still love these two characters? do I still enjoy when they have scenes together? do I still have hope for their relationship in the future? YES. but I also recognize that they have a lot of shit to work out first.

with THAT out of the way, let’s get ready to suffer.

so the question is- how can I ship memori after “that”? I’m assuming “that” is the latest episode, and probably That One Scene in particular, which people have had a lot of strong opinions about, especially re: emori. and I’m sorry if I’m totally misreading your ask, anon, but it definitely comes across as “how can you still ship memori after emori did that”

because a lot of people are reading that scene as her only loving murphy when he’s strong and not when he’s weak which is….. a leap. to me that wasn’t about her not loving him when he’s weak- that was about her loving him even when he’s falling apart and putting her down, but also knowing that she deserves better than that, and that he needs to work on himself before their relationship can work.

i see people saying that she just wants him to hurry up and get better, that she isn’t trying to help him through his low points, or that she’s tearing him down instead of building him up. which, aside from having a slight “broken boy needs a girl to put up with his shitty behavior and ”“fix”“ him” vibe to it, it’s also just…. not accurate imo?

in 5x06 we had a whole conversation that explained that emori only ended things with murphy after he pushed her away “again and again and again” until she had no choice. to me, that doesn’t sound like someone who just gave up on him as soon as he hit a rough patch. that doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t care about him at his worst. that sounds like someone who tried, repeatedly, over and over and over, to stick with him through his bad days and understand why he was acting the way he was. but he wasn’t letting her. and that probably came from his own misplaced feelings that she didn’t need him anymore, that she was somehow better off without him, which is what made him push her away. and eventually, emori had enough. she put her own well being first, which does not make her the Bad Guy here.

you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. isn’t that a “thing” on this show? idk sounds familiar to me. emori can’t single handedly “fix” murphy if he continues to push her away, and especially if he doesn’t make any effort to change. I don’t want anyone to think I’m unsympathetic to murphy’s struggles this season. I GET IT, I really do. mental health issues and self esteem issues can cause all kinds of shit in relationships. I’m not saying murphy is wrong or weak for being affected by that. the problem is when people try to use that as an excuse, instead of as an explanation. and on the flip side, love can help and love can heal, but love isn’t a magic cure. the idea that emori didn’t love him enough to fix him is ridiculous.

even in this episode, murphy wasn’t trying to work on himself, he was just trying to make things go back to the way they were before, to be the “old” murphy that emori fell in love with. i get it, that boy was doing the MOST. he was checking all the boxes. they were pulling a con in the woods. they were gonna be a team again. they were going to save raven, which is something he knows emori wants so badly. instead of insulting her new skills or being bitter about them, he’s making those skills an integral part of the plan. he just saw that drawing of the rocket scene, where some of emori’s (potentially) last words to him were “survive, please.” so he’s throws that into conversation as well. did you HEAR the way he says “survive” in that scene?? he’s trying so hard to remind her, to say “see?? remember?? us surviving together??” they even do their “okay? okay.“ thing.

but she doesn’t bite.

she’s in for his plan, but not for anything beyond it.

and a surprisingly large part of fandom hates her for that. I think a little part of it is that weird concept that if man is interested in a woman, then she should at least "give him a chance”, regardless of whether or not she’s interested in him. which is bullshit but also unfortunately part of society. so I guess it’s actually not surprising to me that people are all over emori for not immediately taking him back. people read that as “oh she’s only in love with the "old” john or the “strong” john or she only wants him when he’s fighting. he’s obviously trying to be that way again, so why is she still acting like a bitch???“

thing is, he’s not acting like the old fighting-to-survive john because he’s made a decision to do that for himself, but because he thinks that’s what emori wants him to do. he even says it. "I thought this is what you wanted.” he’s being the “old” john again. he’s trying to survive. why isn’t that enough?

the point is, he can’t be “old” john again. emori may have fallen in love with that “old” version of john, but that isn’t the john that’s standing in front her in that moment. and she’s not the same person she was then either. in the words of literally every cast member, six years is a LONG TIME. they’re both different people than they were back in those “its us against the world” days. and while murphy seems to think that if he acts a certain way and does certain things, then they can go back to that… emori isn’t falling for it. she’s grown beyond that codependency and he resents/is jealous of that. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want him anymore, because there’s clearly still attraction there, but she’s not going to put herself and their relationship through this cycle again.

she can’t just pretend that him acting like the old john again is going to fix everything. things between them have changed. there’s trust that’s been broken there. “old” john didn’t put down her skills, or insult her, or push her away, or break her heart, or punish her for having a life outside of him. that’s the “new” john. that’s the john she’s facing in this scene. she knows that he needs to work on himself, that he needs to want to be better for HIMSELF, not for her, or he’s just going to fall apart again after this fight. she doesn’t see there being a change in that cycle. and no matter how much they still love each other, he can’t be dependent on her for his own stability, and she shouldn’t have to be that sole source for him.

can they still get back to a place where being together is healthy for them? i certainly think and hope so. but there’s a lot that needs to happen first, and right now they’re not at that point.

trust me I could go on and on about this subject because there are SO MANY MORE LAYERS to this situation and I didn’t even come close to fully breaking down any of it really but hopefully this made,,, at least a little bit of sense. obviously this is just how I’m viewing the whole situation so like, I’m not trying to say this is the only way or the “right” way to interpret it. everyone has their own experiences that shape how they view stories like this and that’s absolutely valid.

ANYWAY I’m… so sorry…. this turned into a ridiculously long ramble about the way fandom is treating this arc/memori in general and not an answer to the original question, which was…… how can I still ship memori after all that?

well, the Deep, Intellectual, Eloquent, Morally Correct reason is….

#this went COMPLETELY off the rails in terms of answering the ask i am SO SORRY #memori #memori meta #john murphy #emori

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medu-nefer · 6 years

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Keith’s obsession with Lotor - clone!Shiro?

I get it that most likely nobody will ever read this and if someone does (and if they do, I’m sorry for the talkiness and lack of cohesion), they’ll be like “oh my goodness, what an idiot wrote that”, BUT I’m writing a lil VLD fic (okay, okay, it may be Sheith, not VLD, but bear with me) and I’ve been rewatching some VLD episodes (no order of subsequent eps whatsoever and perhaps that’s to blame) to get myself the vibes or something, AND my brain obviously had to be like “let’s not focus on our studies, let’s mess with Voltron instead!”... Hell yeah, I guess. So I need to vent a bit and none of my friends effing cares.

(The actual point of this post begins with “ So, now to the actual thing I wanted to talk about.” in bold - that’s where Keith’s part comes up. Before that, it’s mostly rambling and wondeing about the possibility of Shiro being a clone.)

So, there was a time when I couldn’t sleep because I was bothered by Lotor’s age and stuff. It was like four months ago, some time after I’d started watching VLD (needed some new subjects to talk with a new friend and since she had watched it, I thought I’d give it a go, watch one or two eps and hope for some new subject to come up, cause man, me and space? Nope, nuh-uh, no way José. Huh, guess it escalated pretty quickly.) but I’ve come up with a kinda plausible explanation for that, so I let it go. But then again, there was also the very first VLD theory I had, about Shiro being a clone. Yeah, that old shit, sorry.

Anyway, aside from the fact that he saw his another self on an operating table, I literally got an impression he was talking in a different manner. Maybe it’s just my terrible memory or I’m looking for something where there’s nothing but whatevs, that’s just what I felt. He generally felt different to me, like something really was off. There’s the fact that Kurōn means “clone” in Japanese (Josh Keaton insisted on saying it could mean something else in Galran, but then again in space everyone knows English, a language that was created long after some of the main characters were born, on a planet no one knew before the new Paladins emerged, so I guess the Galran meaning is moot), and his memory of being called “subject Y0XT39″, and the Galra in the room where he woke up, who had the chameleon-like abilitiy, much like Ezor’s, and disappeared when Shiro proved to be functional (and no, it’s not Ulaz, I checked it a few times). And, of course, there’s Keith’s weird reaction to finding the most important person in his life (cause that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? You don’t have to be a sucker for Sheith to see that they’re closer than anyone else on the team.). He had trouble functioning without Shiro (bursting during an official political meeting, refusing to let go of his search, staring blankly at the Black Lion, etc.) and all we get after he had found him months later is a small, kinda distant smile? Nope, I’m not buying it.

(There was one more thing I was trying to figure out but gave up on. In short, I noticed that the first Shiro we met (except for the pre-capture one) was kicked out of Black’s cockpit by Zarkon (and later swallowed by that black sludge created by Haggar, which I honestly really worried about, ‘cause it all could’ve started even earlier), and our latest Shiro - up until a certain point - had no connection with the Lion. But then there was the middle Shiro who could easily pilot the Black Lion and kinda ruined that train of thought. But one more thing about that, I think the first Shiro (again, not the pre-capture one ‘cause it’s obvious) wasn’t a clone, since he had Ulaz’s help in getting away from the Galra - without the Blade’s doing, he wouldn’t have escaped. But that’s waaay beyond the point, so don’t mind that at all.)

So, now to the actual thing I wanted to talk about. Keith suddenly became obsessed with Lotor. With no apparent reason, honestly. He was desperate for his team to catch the Prince, then he bent to Shiro’s decision to get to their Lions - except he meant the others to get to them while he himself got his hands on Lotor (”Tailing a Comet”), then of course the Blades’ intel indicating Lotor’s whereabouts and Keith’s burning need to get him, even though it wasn’t the first and only priority anymore (since “Code of Honor”). Sure, there was Acxa and their old meeting, and the fact that Lotor was the new leader of the Galra Empire, and since he wasn’t Zarkon, he might have been seen as easier to defeat. But for me it still doesn’t explain Keith’s mania. So what if he immediately knew that the Shiro they rescued was a clone? (Perhaps he knew right away when he looked at him in that Galra fighter, or after that talk in Shiro’s room. It doesn’t matter when he figured out - he just did.) Since Shiro was the Black Paladin of Voltron, not just anybody could get access to him, right? It had to be entrusted to someone high in hierarchy. So perhaps Keith figured that Lotor, as the new emperor, had the knowledge of the real Shiro’s whereabouts? We know that the Prince never knew but for Keith it must’ve been a very realistic option. So the logic is, if he could get Lotor, he would find Shiro. And since the clone seemed to work for Voltron, he didn’t tell anyone else, taking full responsibility to find his friend on his own. Because he needed him. We’ve already seen to what lengths he was willing to go to ensure Shiro’s safety. So there.

Another thing that came to my mind today is that perhaps the Galra thought that other than Shiro’s character, the clone needed only the most basic information about his actual self, and thus ignored (at least vastly) his past relationships. Therefore, his and Keith’s relationship - whatever it might have been; romance, pining, bromance, just some regular friendship, something - could end up with a breach. Because it’s obvious they weren’t that close anymore. There was tension and misunderstanding, and the occasional attempt at trying to dominate the other one. They were drifting away because Keith had a Lion he didn’t want and Shiro couldn’t pilot it, whereas their bond survived an unknown amount of time in the Garrison and over a year of Shiro’s absence - and didn’t seem to be damaged, too.

Perhaps Keith didn’t want the clone to feel bad and so kept acting as if he believed he was the real Shiro, while internally not wanting to replace his friend, even temporarily - so when they talked one-on-one, he was gentle and quite sincere, in reality he didn’t grow any closer to him.

...All right, I’m done now. If there’s anyone who actually read it and wants to discuss it, or to show me how much of a stupid idiot I am, please do so! I’m kinda into making friends (at least acquaintances?) through internet, ‘cause I’m a weirdo and can’t quite make friends in real life.

And sorry for my English, it’s not my mother tongue and I haven’t had an English class in eight months, so I’m afraid it’s kinda rusty. I wanna start studying it next year but we’ll see how it goes. For now it kinda sucks, sorry.

Have a wonderful day/evening/night!

#voltron legendary defender theory #vld theories #keith (voltron)#voltron shiro #clone!shiro #prince lotor #voltron lotor #voltron #vld #my shenanigans

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miss-pettigrew · 7 years

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(1)a BUNCH of long asks coming your way, i'm so sorry I just love discussing KS with other people so I run my keyboard down lol.... so I finally read your latest post on KS. Anyway, I thought it was mind blowing on the point that the current story is almost always being narrated by Bum, so perhaps all the images are in Bum's perspective--which makes complete sense to why Sangwoo is always 'yaoi' sized compared to poorlittle Bum. I threw my hands up in surrender to you after that paragraph

Firstly,here’s the rest of the asks:

To move onto my question, actual penetration seems to be the next step between Bum and Sangwoo in their 'physical relationship'. But part of me thinks that Sangwoo will never do it with Bum. Many times in the past chapters, Sangwoo has expressed dislike for homosexuals. Hell, he even dresses Bum as a country gal to (imo) remove any masculinity from Bum and sort of 'project' this image that Sangwoo is holding hostage a woman, not a man (imo again).

There was only one time (I think) during a sexual act when Bum and Sangwoo exposed their dicks to each other, which was that one BJ scene where Bum gets Sangwoo off and pulls out his own dick. Honestly I can't remember if that was accurate or not cuz it's very hard for me to read those earlier chapters (I get so nervous and disturbed omfg). But going back to that BJ scene, Bum is still dressed like a girl as well.

So for my question (finally) I know you said that Sangwoo will /most likely/ give Bum some sort of sexual reward after all this, but do you think that Sangwoo will some how 'feminine Bum' in order to justify their sexual acts? Perhaps slapping that bra onto Bum?? Another question that just came into my mind was this.. it's goes back to your point about how Sangwoo looks so much bigger and whatnot.

You've said that you're not a sensitive person in your post and I also agree with that for myself. I've seen a lot of things in the past and I don't get too affected by it all. I usually can shrug off things pretty easily. But what I can't shrug off is rereading those earlier chapters.

As I stated in my past question, I get deeply disturbed and really anxious even /thinking/ about the situation that Bum is going through (don't get me started with the arc where Sangwoo was acting kind to Bum--I was hyperventilating the entire time). Do you think that because the story is most likely viewed through Bum's eyes, that the anxiety and panic or any emotion anyone gets when reading these chapters is a mirror to Bum's?

It's probably an obvious answer but I'm curious to reading your response. And also, if you believe that it is a mirror, what about during the short time Ji Eun took control of the narration? Is there something different? Sorry again if these are stupidly long asks and that I spammed you with all of them, but you pose such good analysis that I feel like I wanna dive deep with you on it as well LOL... ANYWAY THAT'S IT I'M GONE NOW LOL.

Secondly - hehe, thank you! I really am enjoying this even if it is slightly embarrassing how much I think about all this stuff. It’s interesting because nowadays I don’t normally need to wait for anything - media wise (except videos games but that’s on me). Like, with Netflix, all the episodes come out at one time and there’s no time for speculation or analysis. Until YOI, I hadn’t waited on anything, so I found myself reading a lot of meta and analysis and I guess I figured this is the time to get involved and do my own.

Thirdly, this is a great ask, and there’s stuff in here I hadn’t really thought about and there stuff in here that I have so I’ll do my best with both of those.

So that next step question? It’s an interesting one, and one that I don’t have any final opinion on, but rather a few directions I could see where it could go. Because you’re right, Sangwoo is homophobic and that does manifest in the sexual encounters with Bum. And yet, he also just clearly doesn’t give a fuck as long as he’s getting something out of it. So it’s a very unique mindset to be in when it comes to sex. Because nothing outside of how Sangwoo thinks, feels or reacts matters. He’s not completely homophobic because society, as a whole, tends to be homophobic. But because he sees it as a... difference? weakness? something to take advantage of and look down on. Like for him, it’s just so weird that this little freak likes men wow he’s such a freak but that also this freak surprises me and will do anything for me and I’m into it.

So the panel that keeps coming to mine is the “have you even had sex yes” panel with the dildo. And that concerns me because, well for one, Bum has had sex - and I don’t think a single time has that sex been consensual - just rape. And he and SANGWOO have had sex? And I sort of talked about this before, but clearly Sangwoo doesn’t consider what they’ve as “sex” despite it definitely being yes. So maybe he’s just one of those penetration=sex or maybe what he and Bum are is completely outside of anything he would normally define. I’m not sure.

So, my concerns lie in how does Sangwoo expect Bum to participate in this sexual portion of the murder? If he involved Bum as anything more than shock value for Jieun or will he try to have him lose his supposed virginity? Eh, probably not but maybe. And I realize I’m not answering your actual question here so let me get to a point.

I, personally, hope that “penetrative sex” is not the next step in their sexual relationship. Now - or ever. Because Sangwoo will hurt Bum. There is no gosh darn way he knows how to sleep with other men. He’s probably never even heard of lube - women are supposed to be doing all the work for him here. Plus, prep and going slow, like we have literally just seen how little time or care he takes when sleeping with someone because with Jieun he sort of just gets right in there - at least according to my reading of their intercourse. Time is a funny thing when it comes to sex scenes though. But, to get to your point, penetrative sex sort of makes sense when it comes to Sangwoo and his idea of power and control and homophobia. He simply wants to Bum submitting to him. That’s really what any sort of sexual interaction with Bum requires, I think?

But you bring up a good, and interesting point. Bum has never been sexually naked in front of Sangwoo. And I think that’s on purpose. But not necessarily because Bum being naked would remind Sangwoo that he’s in fact, a man, but he had no problems messing around with his flat chest before. So the lack of boobs aren’t an issue. Instead, it might be more, he just doesn’t consider Bum’s pleasure a priority. He just assumes Bum’s gonna get all the pleasure he needs out of pleasing Sangwoo and that’s not really Sangwoo’s priority to solve.

So if he and Bum do have sex again post-Jieun (and I expect they will) it’s important to note that it’s not really a “reward” for Bum. But rather something Sangwoo will want to do because he feels close and intimate with Bum and wants to get his rocks off again, and Bum is expected to go along for the ride. And that’s the thesis of this. I’m so sorry how much I ramble. I guess, in short, the feminization won’t really... come into play here? Or rather it will but because submission is the key.

To your second question, I’ll put the thesis right up front.

AB-SO-FREAKING-LUTELY. Like, y’all, that’s the entire point of reading this story. And that’s why I started off my whole meta series over how GOOD Koogi is as a story-teller because she does a near flawless job of getting you into Bum’s head/mind without you having a single clue. Why were we all so upset at Sangwoo sleeping with Jieun? I even admitted if gave me the actual feeling of that time I was cheated on because for us, we had just been cheated on too, through Bum. Even though, taking even half a step back - um, they are not in a romantic, consensual, healthy relationship. Sangwoo can and will have sex with whomever we wants. But for Bum, not one whole chapter ago he made Sangwoo tell him what he and Jieun had done together. And for him, his assurance that Sangwoo had not slept with Jieun has been both betrayed and thrown right in his face, can we’re only getting a taste of that betrayal. Bum is breaking, and we are along with him.

I can’t decide if I think Bum knows what’s coming. If he’s going to have to help kill her. I have a feeling he doesn’t, especially now when the fact he’s watching Sangwoo sleep with her is all he’ll be able to process, and obsess, and destroy himself over.

Every step of the way, we are meant to feel a little what Bum feels. That’s good, psychological horror at its finest. All of our sane rational selves know that this story is horrific, and abusive and something none of us would want any real part of. But hip hip hooray this is fiction and the point of fiction is to explore parts of ourselves (and I mean this holistically, like us a species) in situations and relationships and terror that we hope to never find ourselves in. That’s why humans have told stories since the dawn of time (and to like, pass down history and shit but you get my point).

And as far as Jieun, I mentioned it briefly before, but Jieun is 10000000% a foil/mirror for Bum. Break down their roles in the narrative and they are the EXACT. SAME. PERSON. Both love(d) Sangwoo, they’re devoted to him. They WANT him. Both have consciously placed themselves right into Sangwoo’s hands. And like, think about that dinner scene. People are making such a fuss because Jieun is being “mean” to Bum. But she’s acting like literally anyone would. She’s acting like Bum would if the roles were reversed. Nevermind, she’s acting like Bum IS ACTING because they’re both jealous, and possessive and wanting Sangwoo’s attention and affection.

We got into her head because narratively, we’re basically still in Bum’s. No, Jieun and Bum are not the same person. But the distinction we’re meant to see, I theorize, will be the moment when Jieun finds out who Sangwoo really is. I seriously doubt she’ll react like Bum did. I imagine she’ll reject Sangwoo instead of getting on her knees and confessing love for him - like she even has the opportunity.

I admit to being a little bit disturbed by the fandom’s overall reaction to Jieun. But in the same note, I doubt most are stepping back to see her as a mirror to Bum because Bum doesn’t see that. He sees her as a threat to him and to his relationship with Sangwoo. So I get the defensiveness on the part of the fandom, especially since most of y’all seem to be pretty young and it’s hard for your brains to take a step back. Hope that doesn’t offend, but it’s true because I was a teenager once too and I know what it’s like. lol.

This was long, but it’s also sort of my brand. Hope this was good!

#killing stalking #killing stalking spoilers #killing stalking chapter 17 #this is v long #sorry not sorry #a-elocin

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