November 16, 2023
Director: “Do you think idols need a union?”
“Of course they do. I’m pissed, we definitely need one. I don’t feel people think celebrities are human. They don’t see us as humans. When I started out in the entertainment business, there was one thing people wouldn’t stop telling me, which I didn’t think was absurd back then: “You are a product. You need to be the finest, top-quality product to the public. That’s what you are.” Even when they didn’t say I was a product, everyone treated me like one. I had to be what they wanted me to be. I had to fear losing my product value. For one thing, in my case, I couldn’t give voice to my opinions. I didn’t know how to speak up. I didn’t even know if I could at all. When I did speak up about my difficulties, the system wasn’t going to change. Nobody told me “make your own choice”, “it’s up to you”, “what do you think”, “How are you these days” I sound like I’m bad-mouthing K-pop. You know Nikita? It’s just like that movie. We were basically puppets. Who cares if I’m exhausted?”
Choi Jin Ri, you were absolutely right. Idols need to unionize. Things have only gotten worse.
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A powerful alpha had locked his sights onto you; a wolf to its prey. On the contrary, you were the fox that showed its belly to a predator — a mutual respect, the only thing keeping the wolf’s fangs from piercing the delicate flesh. You knew playing with his food was something he loved to do, and you would happily be the plaything for your mate.
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮
♕ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Omega!F!Reader
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝒀
♕ 𝐅 + 𝐒
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻
♕ 3
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻
♕ 4,296
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻
♕ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄
⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵
♕ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄
𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
— 𝐀 = angst
— 𝐖 = whump
— 𝐈 = sick fic
— 𝐃 = dark
— 𝐃² = dead dove
— 𝐏 = poly
— 𝐊 = kid fic
— 𝐅 = fluff
— 𝐒 = smut
These are in timeline order - this is subject to change as I add entries.
♕ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅 + 𝐒
An unplanned emergency while out with Bucky for the day left you between a posturing alpha who bared his teeth – a flash of a warning to any bypasser that dared venture too close – and the experience of your first heat with the mafia boss.
♕ 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅
The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.
♕ 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐅
A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.
♕
♕ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲
♕ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲
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Please consider BTAS Penguin being visited by his gf every single day while he is at the asylum, receiving a big hug the moment he is released and being told how much she missed him. Basically Ozzie being spoiled with attention after weeks of not being able to go on dates. Ty <3
A/N: aww this is so endearing, he does deserve to be absolutely spoiled rotten.
Trigger Warning: none, just fluff
Word Count: 473
BTAS Penguin x F!Reader - Sweet Liberty
Before the both of you knew it the day finally came for Oswald's release.
Oswald wouldn't need to rely on the public bus this time. You were already standing beside your car on the other side of the road. Absolutely beaming.
You were waving, practically about to jump out of your shows with joy. "Ozzie!"
He smiled widely, he stole glances both ways to make sure the coast was clear to make a beeline for you. When he was finally within arms reach it took everything in you not to squeeze the absolute life out of him.
Oswald's heart immediately swelled, he was so grateful to finally be back in your arms, back where he was meant to be, back home.
You cup his face with your hands and bring him in for a passionate fulfilling kiss. Oz was caught off guard after years of being restricted from your affection, but he'd have no problem getting used to them again.
You slowly leaned back and giggled at the surprised expression on Oswald's face.
"C'mon Ozzie! Let's go home!" You beamed as you rounded the front of the car to get in the driver's seat.
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“Oh babies! Daddy’s home!” You hollered.
A flock of various birds, in all sorts of colors, sizes, and species came flying to the front door of the studio apartment.
Oswald is knocked off his feet as his precious pets welcome him back home.
“Oh ho ho ho! Hello! Hello my precious birds! How I missed you so!”
You couldn’t help but beam gleefully at the happy reunion.
Once the birds had their fill, they took off back to their perches.
You bent down to help Oz back to his feet and dust off his coattails. You lead him over to the purple loveseat in the middle of the living room. Once he sat down, you went to the kitchen and began making his favorite tea.
“Oh thank you, my dove!” Oz gladly took the cup and sipped it generously.
“Of course, darling! Welcome home.” You smiled sweetly as you pecked his cheek.
You sat down next to him, before you spoke again, “so…we don’t have to do anything today, if you just want to relax…”
Oz quirked an eyebrow. “Did you have something in mind, dear?”
You shrugged before you listed off how later that afternoon there was a showing of one of Oswald’s favorite operas and following that you had made reservations to his favorite fine dining restaurant just a walking distance from the opera house.
Oswald’s eyes sparkled. He could never imagine being treated to all his favorite delights, not to mention sharing those delights with a special someone that captivated his heart the way you have.
He grabbed your hand and held it to his heart. He smiled as he said, “darling that sounds absolutely marvelous!”
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You are my King | And to me, you are my world
Thank you Aoto Watanabe for being such a gorgeous person. Thank you for giving us Yanma Gust I’m gonna scream into the V O I D
Once again this is referring to the hand kisses I wrote about in my kiss headcanons~! However, this is also influenced due to Aoto Watanabe’s instagram as I noticed he was wearing glasses so two plus two equals Yanma wears glasses now.
@twokairevolution, for you~! <3
Warnings: Reader is once again gender neutral. I don’t think this is spoiling episode 2. Romantic relationship. I swear this is wholesome fluff
“Yaaaaanma~!” a song upon your lips, accented perfectly with the lighter pitch of a laugh and a pep in your step. Your feet land beside the chair he reigns over, echoing within the empty room that thrums with wires and technical life, the whirring of fans and the silence from your king.
But this is nothing new, alas.
With the way he ignores you, a small hum leaves his lips, a tiny little glimpse into your existence. You know he doesn’t mean it, not when you see one set of fingers fly across the familiar keys of plastic and music and the other hand push up the glasses he rarely wears unless he’s been working for hours upon end.
It’s a sort of unspoken signal, you would like to think of it that way. It’s protection against the blue light, yes, but perhaps it’s a small little...plea, perhaps.
To whisk him away from this labyrinth within his mind, this cacophony of wires and binary numbers that twist and tangle around his feet and his neurons; they threaten to pull him under, reducing his clear sky of eyes into this murky cloudy emptiness.
“It’s time for a break.” you wrap your arms around his tense shoulders, a half back hug, half dangling your hands over the keyboard of his laptop as a barrier. Your fingers find his, lacing together and fulfilling the empty spaces between them. A squeeze is passed between the two of you and a soft sigh left the lips of the man you call your beloved. You could feel the shoulders under your touch slowly dissipate, mountains heaving and making way for the tidal waves of your love.
“Not yet.” he murmurs, lightly turning his face to look at you, eyes burdened with darkened circles behind the glass window panes. Any further movement, a kiss could be shared, and you two are alone...it could happen.
Instead, a simple peck on the cheek is felt from him, before he returns to his work, entering that maze off madness once again. Yanma gently pushes your hand off of the keys, furiously tapping and ticking away with renewed rhythm.
A frustrated sigh leaves your lips, before you move yourself away from him, to his side.
You seize his hand into yours, tearing him away from his laptop and paying attention to you, as it should be. You smirk at his surprised expression and press a kiss to the pointer finger’s pad.
A sputter, a gasp, a stammer, Yanma pulls his hand away from your lips just before you could continue your assault. The gears in his head have ceased to turn, sirens blaring within his mind and steam erupting from his ears. His poor face is beyond red, and you live for it.
“W-What was that for?!” his hues threaten to bug out of his head, wide and wondering. He quickly takes off his now askew glasses from the jump, calling out your name, “Explain to me what that was.”
“Because I love you, Yanma. And you need to relax.” this equation was simple enough to answer with a smile to your lips as he flushes even further. A free hand is brought up to cover the lower half of his face, turning away to not look at you clearly. “You’ve been working too hard.” he answers with a small grunt of acknowledgement.
“Besides,” you take his hand into yours again, watching as he turns his attention back to you, finally gathering up the sun after eons of confinement that drove him mad. You press another kiss to the next pad of his finger, hearing a hitch in his breath and a small, “Fuck,” leaving his lips, pupils dilating as you press onwards with your affections.
Your lips reach his knuckles, a gust of affection. “You’re the top, but you’re still the top of my world.”
Radio silence is heard from him for a moment longer, before he suddenly pulls your closer and closer, slamming your lips together once the orbit had been placed.
Air becomes sparse and when you two part, Yanma is glaring up at you, his cheeks still the brightest of suns. “Damn right, I should be.” he chuckles out, resting his forehead against yours, a sigh leaving his lips. “Fine, I’ll take a break. I’m getting annoyed at my work anyway.”
You chuckle softly, pulling backwards half way before he tugs you back down on to his chair, yelping as you straddle his hips. Your cheeks burn red, eyes wide. “Y-Yanma?”
“Just stay with me for a while,” he purrs out, taking your hand into his and pressing his own kisses on to your skin. “I command it.”
You snort, laughing as you roll your eyes while Yanma grumbles. “I will, I promise.”
He is your world after all, and who are you to deny him?
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