#like. it took 3 years of drama school for me to see these things

[airenyah]

when you know a thing or two about acting so you go completely feral over scenes that the fandom wouldn't even think twice about

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

would you write Eddie x reader where he's like, dropping everyone off at night and reader is last, when the kids are gone she takes her bra off because it was definitely hurting her aaaaand Eddie notices that she's got pierced nipples? NO NEED to make it smutty if u don't feel like it, just curious about his reaction? lol thanks <3

reader is 18 in this, and obviously, minors dni!

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Another fun evening was had at Hellfire Club, and you & Eddie were ready to wind down at your place. He dropped some of the other members off at home first, and your house was the last stop on his tour. Eddie had been your close friend since you were eight and he was ten, and you did everything together: D&D, drama club at school, drugs, booze, you name it. Every chance you got, the two of you were always together—usually getting into some drug- or booze-induced shenanigans. When you weren’t doing that, you were doing the exact thing you were doing tonight, which was going home to chill out together on the couch or in your room.

You loved being around Eddie, and it far exceeded just friendship for you. The thing was, you had always harbored a little crush on him, from the moment you’d met him all those years ago. In fact, for the last few years, that crush had turned into all-out love. He didn’t know, of course; you would rather gouge your own eyes out with a hot poker than ever tell him and risk losing him.

You & Eddie sat in your living room, with the TV on and drinking beer that Eddie had smuggled into the house. There was a show that neither of you were paying attention to, some kind of weird sitcom that was neither of your tastes. You were sitting close together, as usual, practically cuddling as you mindlessly took in the show and drank. Your parents were upstairs, probably in bed or watching TV themselves, but they didn’t come down to greet you when they heard you return home. Since their car was outside, it told you they probably turned in for the night. That left you & Eddie completely alone, which could be either a good or bad thing, depending on the mood the two of you got into.

Things started off innocently enough. The two of you discussed the new campaign, how your classes were going, what your weekend plans were, all the usual topics. You were digging around your chest almost the entire time, trying to fix the discomfort that your bra was causing. It always annoyed you to wear one, but you had to; without it, your nipple piercings were going to be extremely noticeable, and you couldn’t have that in school. Nothing helped, and short of taking it off, you had no relief whatsoever. But it was becoming ever clearer that removing it is exactly what needed to be done, with no other choices available.

Eddie is in the middle of talking about his favorite part of the campaign when you do it. You unclasp the bra under your shirt, sliding your arms into the sleeves to remove the straps, before pulling it from the bottom of your shirt. Eddie stops talking and watches you closely, his doe eyes wide in surprise as he sees the bra land on the coffee table. His eyes trail back to you, but they don’t find your face again. They are transfixed on your chest, and on the unmistakable impressions of nipple piercings that are pressing against the fabric of your Hellfire Club shirt. He swallows thickly, running a hand over his cheek as he tries so hard to look away. You chuckle, unable to help it, and he turns his gaze with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“It’s okay if you noticed,” you say. “They’re kinda hard to miss when they aren’t in the bra.”

“I…” he says, swallowing again as he finds your eyes. “I didn’t mean to seem like some kind of fucking perv. I guess I'm just more surprised than anything else. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you got them pierced?”

“I guess I didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” you say, glancing at your chest. “I haven’t had them pierced for long. They’ve healed nicely, but sometimes they’re still a little sore.”

“Well, they seem very….um….” Eddie began, and you could tell that he was clearly flustered. “They seem nice. Probably got someone good to pierce them, huh? I hear those can be really hard to do.”

“Yeah, the guy who pierced them did a good job,” you say, and you can sense a shift in Eddie at the mention of another man. His jaw and fists clench, and he looks to the floor. You laugh, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “Aw, what’s the matter, Eddie? Are you jealous that another guy got to see my tits?”

“No,” he says, but he’s lying. You can always tell; after ten years of friendship, it wasn’t as if he could fool you. “I’m not.”

“Mmm hmm,” you say, then teasingly add: “You know, I’ll let you see them, if you want to.”

Eddie nearly chokes on the drink of beer he had just taken, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand after thumping his chest. “Sorry, but I’m going to need you to repeat that. I need to make sure I heard you correctly.”

“I said,” you repeat, brushing some hair back from his shoulder before ghosting those fingertips over his neck, “you can see the piercings, if you want to.”

“I don’t want it to be weird,” Eddie says, looking at you and leaning closer into your touch. “Will it be weird?”

“Only if you make it weird,” you say, your hand on the back of his neck and tangling into his hair. “It’s just boobs, Eddie. I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share.”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says with a soft smile. “But these are yours. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying no. As long as you swear this won’t ruin anything between us, or make it awkward.”

“I don’t think it will,” you say, reaching for the hem of your shirt and slowly lifting it. “You can always change your mind before I get it hiked up, though. Tell me if you do, okay?”

He nods quickly, pulling the corner of his lip into his teeth. You keep moving the shirt up little by little, until your breasts are fully exposed to him. Eddie sucks in a breath, his eyes unable to leave them. He took in the shape of them, the way your nipples looked, and how the piercings gleamed in the lamplight of the living room. His breath caught, and he exhaled in the form of a shaky “fuck.” You laugh a little, biting your own lip as you watch him admiring your chest. You can tell that he’s enjoying it, and that whatever worries he had about this being awkward were long gone. In the front of his jeans, you could see the unmistakable outline of a forming erection.

“What do you think?” you ask, smirking.

“They look fantastic,” Eddie says, his eyes still taking in your breasts. “And I guess the piercings are nice, too.”

You laugh a little louder at that, and feel even more boldness coming over you. “Do you wanna touch them? You can, if you want to; I won’t mind.”

Eddie’s eyes flickered to your face, and they widened again. “I can?”

“Sure,” you say, taking one of his hands in your free one. “Here. I’ll show you that I’m not kidding.”

You place his hand over your right breast, and he hisses at the contact with your skin. His lips part, his brown eyes already filling with lust as he kneads experimentally on your skin. You whimper pleasurably under his rough palm, feeling a rush of heat in your cunt as a response. He mewls softly, taking his other hand and placing it on the opposite breast. He ghosts his thumbs over the nipples, against the piercings and your sensitive skin, and you cry out at the touch. Ever since getting them pierced, the sensitivity in them had increased tenfold, and that little brush of his thumbs nearly had you up the wall with pleasure.

“Eddie…” you sigh, squeezing your thighs together to dull the throbbing ache that was settling between them.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking at you worriedly. “Do you need me to stop?”

“God, no,” you say with a breathless chuckle. “Please don’t stop.”

He gives them a light pinch, and when he sees you reacting positively, he does it a little harder. You grab onto his arm, moaning and biting your lip to quiet yourself a little. The last thing you needed was for one or both of your parents to hear, and come down to investigate. Eddie massages circles onto your nipples, before cupping your tits and pressing them together, massaging them, and bringing his face close to them. He looks up at you through bangs and lashes, smirking as he does so. His lips travel from your breastbone to your stomach, and then back up, his eyes never leaving you for a moment. More wetness starts pooling in your panties, and they cling to you as his soft, plump lips continue pressing your skin.

“You know,” he says, nuzzling his way between your breasts before leaving hard, open mouthed kisses on your sternum. You tangle a hand in his hair, head tipped back as you moan hotly. “Not trying to sound like a creep, but I always knew you had some amazing fucking tits.”

You laugh, and that boldness from before takes over again. “Oh yeah? Well, I always thought your dick would look fucking amazing pressed between them, or just rubbing on them, or a combination of both. Whatever you would prefer.”

He shivers violently at that, groaning against your skin. “Fuck, y/n…”

He wraps the tip of his tongue around one nipple, still looking at you as he does so. You meet his gaze with a shiver, pushing some hair from his eyes as his tongue swirls the metal of the piercing. “I’ll bet you would love to cum all over them, wouldn’t you? Seeing me with it all over my tits, maybe even on my chin and tongue if you’re the type of guy who can really shoot one off.”

“Jesus, that’s…” Eddie breathes, giving your other nipple the same treatment. “That’s hot as shit.”

“Wanna do it?” you ask, and he shivers again. You can feel his cock, hard and throbbing in his pants, against your leg. “I think you do; the thought of it is getting you rock. Fucking. Hard. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, fuck,” Eddie hisses, pulling your nipple between his lips and sucking rapidly. He tugs it in his teeth, and you moan loudly, clamping your lips shut to keep silent. He toys with the other one, two fingers pinching the nipple & playing with the piercing. He draws back to look up at you, one hand settling on your waist as he tries to pull you closer to his body. “How does it feel? Does it still feel good?”

“Mmm hmm,” you breathe, grinning at him. “It feels so good, Eddie. You wanna know how good?”

“Yeah,” he says with a quick nod as he moves over to the other nipple for equal treatment.

“I’m so wet right now,” you say, your nails grazing his scalp as your hand deeply embeds in his long brown hair. “Mmm…I really want you to see just how fucking wet.”

“Please, let me see,” he practically whines, his lips pressing all over your chest in desperation as he ruts against your thigh. “Or let me touch you, or anything you want. Please, fuck…”

“Hang on,” you say, unbuttoning your pants and taking his hand. You guide it inside your drenched panties, where he groans at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy. “Feel that? You’re doing that to me, Eddie. It’s all you.”

“Goddammit,” he breathes, bucking himself harder against your leg with a low moan. He circles a finger around your entrance, before moving to your clit. You shiver and mewl as he rubs circles against the small bundle of nerves, head falling back again. He rapidly flicks his tongue over one of the piercings, before pressing the tip of his finger inside of you as an experiment. “I’ll bet your pussy tastes fucking incredible, and I’ll also bet that you would feel good squeezing around my cock.”

You groan filthily at his touch, chuckling as his free hand plays with your breast. You pull his head up by his hair, gazing into his eyes for a moment before kissing along his cheek, his jaw, and finally reaching his ear. Your teeth tug the lobe, a smirk on your lips as you whisper: “Why don’t you take me upstairs and find out?”

[nicksbestie]

Hiii could i request a Johnnie Guilbert x gn reader where johnnie has a giant crush on reader and reader flirts w him and flusters him

Yes!!! This was so fun to write bc it's my first fic for this fanbase, so pls give me feedback!! and send in more reqs!! <3

Hallway Crush

word count : 1909

no warnings!

pairing : johnnie guilbert x reader

enjoy! <3

School had never really been Johnnie’s thing.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t good enough to pursue an incredible education, it was just that he didn’t normally have the motivation. He wasn’t dumb, he was incredibly intelligent, but he just didn’t have the energy to push to show it most days. He was the kid who always passed, very average but not stellar grades, but every now and then shocked his teachers and classmates with pulling out a top of the class grade. He would laugh and call it his magic trick if you ever asked him about it. However, music was his thing, and because of that, he took every musical arts related class that he could during his years in high school. 

He was a quieter kid, with a much more alternative style of dress, and because of both of these factors, he was a bit of a loner. He wasn’t disliked, per say, but he wasn’t popular, and he didn’t go out of his way to attempt to gain a large group of friends. He had a few friends his age who went to other schools that he saw quite often, and those were good enough for him. He didn’t see a point in trying to put himself out there, so to speak, when he was quite comfortable where he was. Quality over quantity, right? That, of course, didn’t mean that there weren’t times in his life where he wished that more people adored him like they do for a lot of the popular teenagers. 

Sometimes it helped to be more on the outcast-y side. He could get away with silent observation, learning things that nobody had any idea that he knew about. He was a kid people talked so much around, but not to. They weren’t worried that their secrets would be spilled or spread around in any sort of way because they didn’t believe that he had anyone to tell them to, or that anyone would believe him in the first place. But other times, he wished he had more of the school, or at least his grade’s, support. Like now, when he had a massive crush on the most popular student in the entire school. Maybe, if he did, he would have more of a chance. 

He tried not to think about it a whole lot. It wasn’t good for him to dwell on things, as he had learned early in life. It caused his mental health to struggle if he stewed on a specific negative topic for too long, and even though the topic of a crush isn’t inherently negative, the fact that he didn’t feel like it would ever go anywhere was. Being that he didn’t have a lot of friends at the school he was at, he wasn’t a stranger to staring looks and laughing sometimes. He wasn’t exactly bullied or picked on, but when people ran out of new, fresh, drama to talk about, it was easy for them to turn to the kid who was never really speaking to many people. 

He used music to escape his own head, and he always had. It had been a coping mechanism of his for so many years, before he was even old enough to realize what it was, or what had caused him to need it more and more. He was incredibly musically gifted, a natural talent within the dexterity of his fingers for guitar, and it was always a calming thing for him to partake in. Sometimes he wrote his own music, but most times when he just needed a quick release, he would pick a song that he had been resonating with lately and strum through it a couple times. He would get lost in the feeling of the music and the feeling of the strings underneath his fingertips. It was always a thing that caused him to completely lose track of time, and he loved it. It was always a perfect thing to enjoy something you were also so good at. It kept that passion for it alive.

The music room was where he went during his free time. He couldn’t drive, and luckily, his free periods lined up with the music free periods, so he could always be found in that room, playing something on his guitar in the back corner. He also went there during lunch, preferring to spend the time doing something productive for his music. He really wanted to go into a career in music, and he was working so hard to achieve that despite many of the struggles he was facing at the same time. He poured his heart and soul into every song, every piece, that he wrote, and even when he didn’t like the music very much, he was proud of his ability to be vulnerable and put it onto the pages. That had taken a lot of personal growth for him to realize that to put good songs and things that he was proud of into the world, he would have to bare parts of himself for view.

It was during this part of his day, lunch time, when he was sitting in the music room, playing on his guitar. He was the only one in the room, and like usual, he was sitting in the back, not wanting to disturb anyone who could potentially choose to walk in. And after about ten minutes of the lunch period going by, there was someone who walked in, and Johnnie wanted to curse all ancestors before him for this type of bad luck. It would be the one person that he wanted to see more than anyone else in the school, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have been able to really talk to without humiliating himself. Only his luck. 

He didn’t speak to you when you walked in, but he did offer a kind smile when you looked up and made eye contact, before looking back down at his guitar and continuing to work on his own music. You had stopped by the music room because you had a music project that had to be completed, but you weren’t very musically inclined, so you felt very grateful that you didn’t have to present it, only had to turn it in. However, you did still have to make an effort, but you didn’t have a guitar at home, so you were stopping by to use the ones in the music room. You only knew a couple of chords, but it was the most that you knew on any instrument, so it was your best option. All you had to do was come up with a simple melody, a short strumming pattern, and that would pretty much be it, but for someone who wasn’t great at music, that was harder than it sounded. 

And it sounded pretty bad. Johnnie would never have said that directly to your face, but if you had turned around and watched him in the back corner, you would have been able to see him slightly grimacing whenever a chord sounded particularly bad. He wasn’t judging, necessarily, he remembered very well when he had been playing the exact same way, and if he felt anything, it would just be sorry for you because he could see on your face how frustrating the chords sounding incorrect were for you. After about ten more minutes of this, he stopped playing his own guitar, quietly watching and listening to the chords you were attempting to play. He listened to a couple shaky renditions of them, and attempted to play them on his own instrument. 

As soon as he did, you turned around, noticing how he froze as soon as your eyes were on him. 

“No, go on. Please. That’s exactly what I wanted it to sound like. How did you do that?” 

Taking a leap of faith, he got up to move across the room, pulling a chair up next to you and reaching his hands out. 

“May I?” 

You handed him the guitar, nodding, intently watching the way that he adjusted it on his lap before beginning to play it again. 

“You’re not pushing the strings down hard enough, and your fingers are too far away from the fret. That’s why it sounds so… that’s what you need to fix for it to sound a lot better.” 

You laughed, gently taking the guitar back. 

“Sounds so bad, it’s okay, you can say it.” 

He smiled, a blush gently dusting his face. 

“I wasn’t going to say bad. I was going to say buzzy but I felt that might be slightly insulting.” 

You shook your head, taking his advice and focusing on repositioning your fingers the way he had instructed. Strumming downwards, a smile broke out on your face when the first chord sounded so much better. Confidence boosted, you moved to the next one, wincing when it sounded worse than the original. His kind expression didn’t disappear, and instead he moved closer, a question in his eyes before he spoke it. You attempted to hand the guitar back to him, assuming he was going to ask to hold it again for a demonstration, but he quickly cut you off.

“No, keep everything where you are. Can I touch you?” 

You couldn’t deny the fact that your heart was racing. Despite your opposite styles and aesthetics, you had always found the style that Johnnie wore incredibly attractive. It wouldn’t fit you the way that it did him, but it looked so damn good on him, and apparently, he was oblivious to that fact. You wouldn’t have called it a crush at first assumption, but maybe that’s exactly what it was. You hide those feelings, throwing on a cocky look and smiling at him. 

“What exactly are you asking for?” 

He stammered in defense before noticing that you were smiling at him, and the dusty pink that had been on his face now turned a much darker red, and he just shook his head, looking back down at the guitar, refocusing. However, you thought if you were going to be getting closer to finishing this project, you were at least going to have a little fun while you were at it, especially with such a pretty boy right in front of you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. I’d say yes regardless, though.” 

His head snapped back up, an unbelieving laugh slipping out of his lips. 

“You can’t just say things like that.” 

You smiled at him, motioning for him to continue what he was doing, and he did. He moved around behind you to adjust his arm on the guitar as well, and gently moved and applied pressure to your fingertips before telling you to try strumming it now. 

“Why not?” 

He shook his head, instructing you to test out the chord again before replying. 

“You just can’t.” 

The chord sounded wonderful in comparison to what it had sounded like thirty minutes prior, and you were so grateful for all of Johnnie’s help. His head was right next to yours, a gentle smile on his face, a little bit of pride, and a lot of blushing prompted your next question.

“Can I kiss you instead?” 

He turned his head to stare at you, nearly wide-eyed, shocked with the realization that this wasn’t a dream, it was actually happening. This time, he didn’t hesitate to reply. 

“Yes. That you can do.”

[gotham-daydreams]

Honestly, if I was reader I would weaponize the fact they literally know next to nothing about me. Hear me out

Bruce and fam show up and are like: it's so irresponsible for you to just disappear and not tell anyone, did you drop out of school just to get away

Me, knowing they never paid attention anyways: no one wanted to talk that night so I left a note. And no I didn't drop out, I graduated with honors. I went to/am going to college for___ degree. I took my diplomas with me because it's MY accomplishment

Or

Bruce letting his high tech medical machine do a series of tests because he's lost it and wants to know every detail down to your white cell count: you've had a significant damage to your pelvis in recent months

Me : oh yeah, My husband is going through a phase

Bruce : you're married???

Me : was it my ring or extraordinarily good sex life that gave it away??

Like seriously, I'd not pull any punches when it comes to hurting them back for what they did to me. Such as mentioning lasting injuries or traumatic events that happened while they were pretending I didn't exist. If anything I'd bring it up just to hammer in the fact that I.don't.need.them. And let them all have mental breakdowns. It gives me joy. And the best part is, they really wouldn't know what's fact or fiction. Let them go hunting for a husband that doesn't exist. Send them on wild goose chases for anything and everything they don't know.

Again, I love all of these spite posts and y'all are a RIOT and I love y'all for that, oh my god.

Icing on the cake? Of course the reader has gotten hurt in the past. They've overworked each and every last atom in their bodies just to have an inch of a connect with the Batfam, but still got nothing for their efforts. Which may or may not be mentioned in part 3 when stuff starts tumbling down even more.

Honestly, why not just make shit like that worse? How are they going to know?

You broke your wrist? Say it was your arm.

An ankle? Say it was both your legs and you were maybe even bedridden for a while. Or just on crutches (which may or may not be canon).

Hell, with the whole husband thing — why not lowkey turn it into a whole ass drama for the hell of it? You've had pervious partners in the past, and honestly some of them were kind of shit but there was this one person who you're actually kind of chill with. Maybe you still have a drink with them every now and again. You're married but have already been through your first divorce and have maybe been thinking of having children, or maybe you already do! (Which, of course, they can be pets but how is the Batfam going to know that right away?)

Basically, go off. They honestly deserve it, and especially because after years they still don't know the smallest thing about the reader. Well- besides that they're into music, and even then that's only about half of them? I believe?

The only one that would see through your bs is Alfred but he isn't going to say anything. Not without being sassy himself and heavily sarcastic. Even if he'll only play along for so long, your the favorite so it's okay. Besides it wouldn't be the first mind games he's played.

It may take everyone a little longer, but you can guess why. Hell, maybe some lies they'll never even find out about, since some of the best lies are told with a little bit of truth to them.

Regardless, it all spunds very fun ♡♡

[mrn4m3l3ss]

hello!! i was wondering if i could request a platonic Jinwoo x m! reader fic (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

y/n info: he'd very introverted and antisocial, making Jinwoo his only friend. he doesn't show much emotion, but not in a menacing way.. more like.. a doll? if that makes sense. he also lives in a very empty n ominous mansion-ish building. he doesn't talk much at all, but loves listening to Jinwoo talk. the first time he saw the shadows he was kinda spooked, but sees them as friends :3

so basically.. antisocial goth y/n :3

he may or may not have watched period dramas with Beru when Jinwoo wasn't there

✮⋆˙ The boy in the window next door.˙⋆✮

「 Sung Jin-Woo x Antisocial!Goth! Male Reader ( Platonic ) 」

Versão Português

「 English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any writing mistakes ‹𝟹 」

⌗ a/n : SORRY FOR THE DELAY ANON! I don't have time to write because school is literally killing me 💀💀 But I hope you like it anyway! ‹𝟹

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Whenever Jinwoo finds himself remembering his childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is a huge mansion that was close to his house.

The reason for this was perhaps because she was completely different from anything he had ever seen.

Its color was as dark as a starless night, causing its figure to be rooted in the back of his mind like vines.

At the entrance, it had a large black gate with sharp spikes at the top; a vast and beautiful garden with long bushes of red roses, and in the center, there was a fountain – being the statue of an angel holding a vase. As said before, the mansion was completely black, along with its windows – which seemed to have a wine-like tone.

Jinwoo remembers that when his mother took him to school, they always passed in front of the mansion's big gate. Thus, causing Jinwoo's eyes to be immediately drawn towards her, and most of the time, he would see a figure in one of the windows on the 2nd floor, but the moment he blinked, It disappeared.

A few years later he discovered that people lived in that mansion.

The (l/n) family.

On a specific day, Mr. and Mrs. (l/n) had a big party, inviting everyone from the neighborhood. His parents didn't want to seem rude, so they accepted the invitation.

Jinwoo will never admit it, but back then he was afraid of the couple. Since the (l/n) only wore black clothes, and had this cold and indifferent aura.

But the moment the couple saw their family standing at the door of the mansion, they greeted them with a big smile on their faces – shined so much that could be compared to the sun itself – and a cheerful and kind personality.

Jinwoo remembers that Mr. (l/n) couldn't stop shaking his father's hand in an excited way.

–

Jinwoo's mother has him sitting on a soft red sofa, while she goes to get him some appetizers to eat.

Seeing his mother disappear among the other guests, Jinwoo turns around, only to find himself face to face with a child sitting on the sofa facing his.

Jinwoo is startled, giving a noticeable jump. He puts his hand on his heart, feeling it beating quickly, but Jinwoo swears it was about to come out of his mouth. This definitely took 5 years off his life.

After a while, Jinwoo calms down a little. 'Who is this boy? He wasn't here before...' he breaks out in a cold sweat, looking at the mysterious boy suspiciously.

Meanwhile, he was just there, looking at Jinwoo with those big, dilated eyes – like a wild animal staring at its prey, motionless as a statue.

Jinwoo wonders if this boy is a living person or just a weird, extremely detailed doll, as he doesn't even appear to be breathing and his face doesn't seem to express any specific emotion.

Unconsciously, the two began to have a competition of who blinks first. Jinwoo was afraid that if he blinked or looked away for a second, the boy would disappear or appear next to him on the couch.

Jinwoo was startled when his mother appeared holding a plate with some appetizers – placing it on the small table between the two boys.

Then his mother started talking to the mysterious boy.

She turned around with a smile, "Jinwoo this is (m/n), son of Mrs. and Mr. (l/n), say hello to him."

–

After that day, the (l/n) family always called Jinwoo's family to have dinner together or just spend the weekend at the mansion playing golf – yes, they had a golf area in the back of the mansion.

This ended up resulting in the two families becoming great friends, along with Jinwoo and (m/n).

As time passed, Jinwoo realized that it wasn't that (m/n) didn't have emotions or feelings, he just didn't know how to express himself, ending up looking like a lifeless doll like the day they met.

Jinwoo was surprised when (m/n) said that on the day of the party, he was very excited to talk to Jinwoo, but didn't know how to start.

So (m/n) just stood there staring at him.

Years later, (m/n)'s parents moved to another city and left the mansion in (m/n)'s hands.

(m/n) didn't awaken as a hunter, so he started making dolls of all kinds. And he even made a lot of money selling them.

He had difficulty talking to other people, so the only friend he had in all these years was Sung Jin-Woo. And even when Jinwoo had his 2nd awakening, (m/n) thought it was really cool and remained his longtime friend.

But one thing was certain, Jinwoo always left Beru in (m/n)'s shadow.

The problem was, (m/n) didn't know that.

–

(m/n) was almost finishing one of the dolls from an order.

The last thing he needed to do was choose which of the two dresses looked best on the doll.

'The blue or the red?' (m/n) asked himself mentally.

"blue " replied a voice from beyond.

(m/n) jumped, causing him to hit his knee on the table. As he cringed in pain, he could hear, deep in his mind, a desperate voice repeatedly apologizing and saying something like:

"My majesty will kill me!! ".

After that day, Jinwoo introduced Beru to (m/n).

(M/n) found it strange and uncomfortable at first. For the simple fact that when he was working, someone was there with him watching what he was doing in complete silence.

So this was how Jinwoo felt when they were both kids and he just sat there and watched him play?

He was never much of a talker, but he loved listening to Jinwoo talk to him.

But after a while the two started talking to each other, and every now and then, (m/n) asks the shadow in the shape of an ant, which of the dresses would look prettier on the doll.

Just like the day they met.

And they definitely watched period dramas together at Jinwoo's house and when Jinwoo arrived from a portal, (m/n) was asleep on Beru's shoulder.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

[v3nusxsky]

Hii hope your doing well :)

if your up to writing requests can I request a fic where R is in a maths exam and its really stressing her out so she slips to a really little headspace and the teacher won’t let R leave maybe beacuse they think she’s faking it or something to get out of the test. so Larissa and/or Marilyn comes in and saves R and gives lots of cuddles and comfort and tells the teacher off. Then they go back to Larissas office and R gets take care of and looked after and its all sweet and fluffy.

Sorry for the long request and have a good day :)

<3

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Stressful situations

*Authors note~ we are gonna be Marilyn’s Teaching aid for a botany exam so not a student but a member of staff so we can be in a relationship with weems. I’m in an educational setting for placement which is why I changed it slightly I hope you don’t mind.*

Trigger warnings~ Agere little fem r cg Larissa cg ish Marilyn crappy invigilator stress cg Marilyn r and Marilyn are besties Marilyn isn’t laurel

Prompt~ see ask^^

The most stressful time of year for anyone in an educational setting as adults is a tie between the Christmas holidays and exam season. For assistants like you it was always the exam season that got you stressed the most. From the teachers being stressed with all things exams and the students being in various states of overwhelmed and burnt out coming to you for support. Safe to say you hate exam season but you always try your best to be as helpful as possible which is one of the reasons Marilyn became your best friend. You are her right hand woman when it comes to anything in school or personal life and she considered you a great friend.

Working with your best friend is great, until you realise you can’t hide from your girlfriend here either. See Larissa Weems, your ever loving partner, is the principal of Nevermore. Marilyn being your trusted friend soon meant she became one of Larissa’s too. And over time Marilyn learnt your secret and how to spot the signs too, you didn’t mind her knowing but now when your trying to hide from Larissa so she won’t notice, it’s more of a curse and not a blessing.

This exam Wednesday and Bianca have been particularly difficult, if one asked for a pen then the other was right behind asking for the same. If one noticed that the other had managed to race ahead questions then the other was racing to catch up while trying to sneakily out each other off. A constant need to one up another has you running back and forth the exam hall. A peak at the clock reveals you are unable to leave the room for another hour. But now with how overwhelmed and exhausted you are you aren’t sure you’ll make it.

You’d have to. The head invigilator looked at you like you’d grown three heads when you’d ask to get some air. It’s not unheard of that helpers for exam season would try to leave or get off the job early but you couldn’t help feeling the need to slip. But no. The guy stood firm in his answer and simply told you to stop being a drama queen and do your damn job. Fortunately, for you, Marilyn over heard everything and immediately pressed her little button on her pager to get Larissa here.

Being called to the exam hall as a principal is never a good thing, truly the blonde is getting a little tired of threatening Miss Addams with expulsion from Nevermore. But arriving at the hall tells her one thing, it’s not a professional call as Marilyn walks towards her with a sad smile and simple gesture towards you. There you stood desperately trying to keep control over your headspace and not break down crying but the two women just knew you didn’t have much more strength to give. “Thank you Miss Thornhill, come to my office when you’re done here.”

“Hi sweet girl” Larissa whispered as she stood in front of you, “look at me darling” she commanded and you did so instantly with tear’s shining in your eyes. “Let’s get out of her dear” was all it took to snap you out of the haze. “Can’t. Won’t let me” you mumbled stepping back from the woman. “He won’t stop you my love, come with me.” But of course as you start to leave the boss once again asked you what on earth you’re doing trying to leave only to be shut up with a quick few words from Larissa before she guides you out of the room.

Leaving the exam hall immediately triggered your headspace to slip at an almost instant pace but that’s okay because Larissa would ensure your safety and you knew that with your whole heart. With a hand on the small of your back, Larissa guided you towards her office with an ease that only came with experience, a gentle hand guiding you home. “It’s okay my darling, you can let it happen now love” she murmured making sure to shut the door and usher you further into her office.

As expected you broke down into harsh sobs that violently tore through your body. The sight alone caused the Principals heart to clench in sadness as she scooped you into her arms and cocooned you with her whole presence while whispering sweet praises in your ear in a hopes that maybe her scent and the words would help aid her in calming you down. You sat in the womans lap hands tightly wrapped in her blazer as if she was going to disappear at any moment, attempting to infuse your body to hers.

That almost seemed to do the trick until the sound of a gentle knock startled you, eyes flickering up to the woman whom you entrusted your life for an answer. “It’s just Mari sweetheart. I know my little one loves her Mari don’t you? Hmm?” She murmured before calling out to the red head to enter.

“How is our little star doing?” If anyone can calm you down it’s your girlfriend but on the occasions that Larissa had to rush off to a board meeting or deal with another Addams saga of trouble you knew Marilyn would act as her stand in. A fact that had taken adjustment from all parties but worked like a well oiled machine.

Instead of Larissa answering you mumbled into the woman that you were tired causing both women to be shocked, normally you wouldn’t involve yourself in this conversation, happy to just soak up Larissa’s attention before she had to hurry off. “I’m sorry darling girl, mama has to go to a meeting little love, do you think Mari can sit with you till I’m back? We will nap after that love” Larissa whispered causing you do whimper at the word go. “No mama I don’t like that” would’ve hurt Marilyn if she wasn’t so use to this routine, eventually you’d end up sitting closely, head leaning on her shoulder as you attempted to colour your mama a masterpiece. However, neither woman found it easy to watch you sob at the situation, pleading with her not to leave you, pleading your friend to make her stay. The closing of the door was always the final nail in that coffin.

Two hours later Larissa returned to her office to be met with you resting your head in Marilyn’s lap and lazily playing with her fingers. “Little star, I spy someone’s mama” Marilyn murmured to not startle you from your sleepy haze. “Mine mama?” You whispered hopefully, seconds later you’re scrambling off her lap and crashing your body into Larissa’s steady one. “Mama! I miss you! I did picture with Mari!” You squealed happily dragging your mana to your art work. “She was a star as usual Larissa, after her tears she was so good isn’t that right my star?” Marilyn murmured causing you to nod your head excitedly, mama always likes when you’re good for your friends.

That was how you ended up snuggled into Larissa for a lunch time nap after Marilyn had to go back to a revision session for another Botany exam coming in the next few days. Despite the start of the day, you knew that no matter what you had the best girlfriend and best friend who would advocate for your needs if you can no longer do so.

[ladykailitha]

Can Anybody See Me Part 4

Yeah...I’m sorry for the long wait on this one. I’m like a crow, I see a shiny, I go after said shiny. But I’m back to working on this one. Just a heads up tag limit is 50 and it’s been reached, so I haven’t replied to you about being on the list, that’s why. I’m sorry. I don’t know how people can do lists of 100 or more. I just can’t.

But because it took forever, this part is longer than usual. And you get Max AND Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

*

It was the last day before winter break and Steve still sat by himself. It wasn’t that Eddie hadn’t asked him to sit with him and his friends but Steve was resolute in keeping his distance from the Corroded Coffin boys. His reasoning was he was trying to protect them from the popular kids.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but respected his wishes. After all he had the rest of the year to wear him down.

But not today. Eddie immediately sat down when Steve did.

Steve looked around him in fear. “You can’t keep doing this, man. I don’t them to pick on you, too.” Billy had hip checked him into his locker just that morning.

Eddie grinned. “I’m immune.”

Steve’s jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. “No one is immune, Eds.”

Eddie leaned forward. “Their drug dealer is, especially if they want to keep buying weed.”

Steve blinked. “Oh shit. You’re the one Tommy would buy from.”

Eddie’s grin turned feral. “And if I wanted to make their lives miserable, I could get up on this table and declare you off limits and all the bullying would come to a complete standstill.”

Steve’s mouth worked but no words came. He settled for blushing and going back to digging at his food.

“But that’s not why I’m here, Harrington,” he continued, gleefully. “I was wondering what you were doing for Christmas.”

Steve’s brain went off line and it took a bit to come back on. “Um...I don’t know. My parents didn’t come home last year, just sent me a check to buy myself presents.”

Eddie winced. “Ouch.”

“If they weren’t expecting to see piles of loot around the house, I would have blown the whole thing on booze and weed.”

Eddie scoffed. “How much did they send you?”

Steve looked down at his tray, poking at his food. He licked his lips and coughed, “$375.”

Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “That’s a lot.”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t want fancy cars or piles of clothes I’m only going to wear once. Instruments I’ll never play. The latest movies and the biggest TV. I don’t want any of that.” He stabbed at his food again, this time with more force.

“You want them to care enough to come home,” Eddie reasoned. “When was the last time they were home?”

Steve scratched his cheek in thought. “Before Thanksgiving.”

“But not for Thanksgiving?” Eddie asked. The picture Steve was painting was starting to look pretty fucking grim.

“I think I ordered in,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, okay, dude,” Eddie growled. “If they don’t come home, you are coming over to my place.”

Steve put down his fork. “No, man. Please. I’ll be fine.”

Eddie jumped up on the table and slid across it. He planted both feet on the bench next to Steve and clasped his hands. “It’s not okay, dude. I know.”

Steve looked up at him in shock. “I didn’t‒I mean.” He looked down at his tray again. “That sucks.”

Eddie nudged him with his foot. “So you’ll come over if they don’t come home?”

Steve nodded. “I’ll give you my phone number, if you’ll give me yours.”

Eddie grinned. “And if you pretend that they came home, I will find out. I promise that.”

Steve laughed. “Whatever you say, man.”

“Munson!” the lunch lady screamed. “Get off the table!”

Eddie grinned. “And that’s my cue.” He jumped up.

“Exit stage left?” Steve asked.

Eddie laughed. “Drama’s already got it’s hooks into you, hasn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s been fun.”

“I’ll put my number in your locker later,” Eddie said.

“And I’ll get you mine after school,” Steve replied.

Eddie walked back to his table with his friends waiting for him.

“So what did he say?” Jeff asked.

Gareth huffed. “Let me guess, skiing in Aspen or even the Alps.”

Eddie shook his head. “His parents haven’t been home since before Thanksgiving.”

“But they’ll just send him a plane ticket to wherever they are, right?” Brian asked.

Again Eddie shook his head. “Last year they sent him a check to buy his own presents.”

The three other boys looked at each other in shock.

“What? Jeff squeaked.

“That’s what he said,” Eddie huffed. “I don’t think he’d lie. Not about that.”

“That is so messed up,” Gareth grumbled. “He loses his friends to fucking Bill Hargrove, his girlfriend to Byers, and now his parents aren’t coming home for Christmas? What the hell did this dude do in a past life to get fucked up so hard in this one?”

“I don’t know,” Brian said softly.

They all looked over at Steve who was pushing his food around his tray morosely.

“We’ve got do something for him,” Jeff said. “Eddie you know him the best.”

Eddie munched on a pretzel. “I guess. It’s not very well.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Brian pleaded.

Eddie dropped the pretzel he was holding. “Actually, I think I might have an idea on how to get more information on him without letting him know we’re doing it.”

The other three shared glances.

“Watcha got?” Gareth asked leaning forward.

“I’ve got a Max.”

They all looked confused as Eddie grinned.

*

Eddie had called Steve a couple of times over the weekend, but he was biding his time until his opportunity opened up.

It came that Sunday when Max slipped in front of her trailer while Eddie was cleaning off Wayne’s truck so that he could get to work.

“Whoa!” Eddie called out and jogged over to her. “Hey, you okay?”

She looked down at jeans and cursed when she saw a rip in the knee. “No. Those were my favorite jeans.”

Eddie winced. “I know how that goes.” He pointed to a rip in the knee of his own jeans.

“Yeah, but you make them look cool,” she grumbled. “I’m Max.”

Eddie grinned. “Well, Max, I’m Eddie.” He jutted his head over to the trailer behind him. “I live just over there.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know.”

“Which part?” he asked with a wink.

“All of it.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Fair enough.”

“Billy buys from you,” Max muttered.

Eddie grimaced. “Ah.”

She shrugged. “I get it, really. No judgment here.”

He stood up and held out his hand to her. She looked at it as if it would turn into a serpent, but sighed, taking it anyway. She slid a couple of times but he held her steady until she was firm on her feet.

“Want some hot chocolate?” he asked jutting his thumb behind him.

She looked at her trailer and then nodded. He opened the door and let her in. “I just need to finish the truck and I’ll be right in. And don’t worry about Uncle Wayne. He doesn’t bite.”

Uncle Wayne burst out laughing from inside the trailer. “Not hard anyway.”

Max smiled and went inside.

Eddie finished clearing off the truck of snow and went inside. He found Max at the counter with a mug in front of her. She had chosen the “Fuck Off Before I’ve Had My Coffee” mug. Eddie liked her already.

He picked the Garfield mug and went to cupboard, getting out the can of cocoa mix.

“How rich do you like it?” he asked, digging out a couple of spoons from the drawer.

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“I like mine super rich, like half the cup is mix rich,” he said.

Max grimaced. “Not that rich.”

Eddie laughed. “About half that, then. You can always add more if you want.”

“Sure.”

He filled their mugs and went to the fridge. He pulled out milk and added some to his mug.

“That’s weird,” she said.

“Can’t afford to buy whip cream all the time,” he explained with a shrug. “So it adds a little creaminess to it.”

She scoffed. “Still weird.”

“Don’t knock until you try it.”

Just then the kettle went off and he filled their mugs with hot water.

“What grade are you in?” he asked after taking a sip.

She leaned over the counter. “How come yours is frothy and mine isn’t?”

Eddie grinned. “Should have had that milk, kid.”

Max thumped back into her seat. “I didn’t know it could do that.”

“Next cup,” he promised.

“You’re on,” she murmured.

“Still haven’t answered the question,” he said smiling over his mug.

“What are you the cops?” Max grumbled.

“I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

She cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, I guess. Eighth.”

“You like it here?” he asked.

She scoffed. “No.”

Eddie laughed. “I hear that.”

Max frowned. “Weren’t you like, born here?”

“Oh hell, no,” Eddie said after drinking from his mug. “Moved out here when I nine or ten.”

Wayne came out of the bathroom, tucking his shirt into his pants. “You were nine. It was just before your birthday.”

Eddie grinned. “There you go. I can never remember if it was before or after.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” Wayne said with a chuckle. “You came to me with a concussion.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Best day ever, though.”

Wayne just shook his head. He grabbed his coat and gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek. “Be sure to lock up if you go anywhere.”

“Waaaayyynnne,” Eddie whined. “I’m nineteen! I’ve got this figured out.”

Wayne just raised an eyebrow before waving goodbye to them both.

Eddie looked over at Max who was glaring at him. “I thought you were in Steve’s class.”

Eddie grimaced. “Yeah...about that.”

She raised both her eyebrows.

“I didn’t graduate last year when I was supposed to,” he explained. “So they’re making me do a do-over.”

“You suck,” she said and went back to her cocoa.

“How do you know Steve?” Eddie asked leaning on the counter. “Like you said, he’s in my classes. You, however are an enigma.”

She shrugged. “He saved my life from a pack of rabid junkyard dogs.”

Eddie blinked. “Come again?”

Again she shrugged. “I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

Eddie raised his hands. “Okay then.”

She wrapped both hands around the cooling mug. “He talks about you a lot.”

Eddie frowned. “Yeah, what’s he say?” He wrapped his arms around his waist.

“That you’re too good for your own good,” she said.

“That was not what I was expecting, I was honest,” he murmured, shoving his hair into mouth.

Max reared her head back. “Why?”

“You’re new so you probably haven’t heard,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but they call me ‘The Freak’. I’ve tried to turn it into a positive, but it still stings.”

Again she shrugged. “I’ve heard Steve used to be an asshole. But I have yet to see it, so...”

Eddie set his mug down and hopped up on the counter. “He keeps trying to protect me, it’s a little disconcerting to be honest.”

Max laughed. “That’s Steve for you. It’s like an honest to god superhero.”

Eddie hunched his shoulders up around his ears. “I’m older than he is. I really don’t need his protection.”

She huffed out a breath. “You’re going to just have to deal with it.”

“I’m starting to get that,” he said. “But I’m going to wear him down and befriend the asshole if it takes until graduation.”

She shook her head. “Good luck. Usually it takes trauma for people to break to down his unusually high walls.”

“And you know all about those high walls, wouldn’t you?” Eddie said with a sly smile.

“It’s safer.” She paused for a moment. “But it would be good for Steve to have friends his own age that don’t include his ex and her new boyfriend.”

He winced. “Tell me about it. He spends time with them, but I can tell it hurts to do so.”

“I could help,” she murmured. “I could tell you what his interests and hobbies are.”

“You’re on.”

Eddie grinned. That worked better than planned.

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[mimicha-arts]

Starry, Starry night

This new picture for the upcoming episode has been released, let's talk about it. Please remember, I live in delusion.

There are several posters on the wall, and the one next to Cheng Xiaoshi - 星空，refers to the film with the same title. Starry, Starry night is a 2011 Taiwanese drama based on a novel by Taiwanese author Jimmy Liao.

Hsieh Xin-Mei used to live with her grandparents up in the mountains. Then she moves to the city to live with her parents, but her family situation is not very good, and she tries to hide from reality in the world of her own imagination. One day, a new student was transferred to her school - a boy named Zhou Yu-Jie. 

Despite the misunderstanding at the beginning, both of them are lonely and feel like outsiders in their own lives, befriending one another. When reality catches up, they try to escape to a world that belongs only to them, to see the stars. Do I have to tell you that this story is about grief and sorrows, "the end of summer", journey to adulthood, love across time and distance? About an accidental meeting and fate.

I think it's worth your time to watch, this film is very heartwarming.

You can read the full plot description on Wikipedia, although it will not convey the full meaning, since the film has many artistic images and interesting decisions that convey the story sensitively. If you want to watch it yourself, read no further. 

Spoilers … And References. And some beautiful moments that make me THINK.

1. Time 

One of the themes is time, the hands of the clock often tick in the background, and at some point the numbers themselves, which indicate train departures, not just stop - freeze.

18:42 - 18:50 - 18:55

Do I believe in coincidences? No.

 2. Journey 

Their path - an escape to their dream world - passes through a tropical wild forest. On their journey, they try, despite the difficulties, to find the right path to their dream.

Since s2e1, I've been thinking about how much the forest in the back of that vision, ED/OP, is a real forest, a real tunnel, not the symbolism of the "journey". But now, if such a choice is not accidental, I have received answers to my questions, at some point.

In fact, I lost my mind at the moment when they came to a fork in the road, they had to choose their path - they took the wrong path, and were forced to face the same choice, choosing a path, for the second time. Again.

But in the end, the path to the stars ends in a life-threatening situation where they have no choice but "return". Although they both know that this is the end for them, the end of their journey, and the end of their "summer".

3. Puzzles 

This story is about art, not about photography, but about paintings and puzzles. Puzzles literally act as moments of remembrance. Although these are not burning photographs, deep in her sleep, Hsieh Xin-Mei follows the image of Zhou Yu-Jie in the night forest, and the entire world also collapses when the end comes.

When Hsieh Xin-Mei woke up from her dream, Zhou Yu-Jie was no longer here.

The search for the missing part - the sun, on the puzzle based on the painting "Starry, Starry Night" - is fundamental, literally the core to the plot.

The connection of everything, through the years. It's like a promise, it's like an eternal memory of that time.

There are more things I could write about, but I don't want to make this post too long… Just. There is always something about stories with a sunshine-like person, curious, breaking boundaries, talking non-stop, and about a person who quietly looks at the first one, listening to everything with a smile. And it becomes life-changing. I would like to remind you that these are just my thoughts, I'm having fun, maybe seeing something that isn't there. We will see anyway. 

But. For real. Put a detail like that into an episode and expect me to ignore it? No. Huh. 

I'm just overthinking once again, but Interesting choice :) 

[bunnyluvs-blog]

Underwater

Leeknow x reader (yandere)

Minho has beed your best friend for years. Always refusing to leave your side. What happens when he forced you to stay by his?

Tags-- Yandare!leeknow, collage!au, mentions skz members, jealous leeknow, angst ? fluff ? no smut, Jeongin is mentioned a lot, mention of Leeknows cats, Sweeney Todd spoilers, words in red are lyrics

Theme - Underwater by Red velvet on Chill Kill

“Yeah, all I need for you’s to stay. And forever you will stay.”

Minho was someone who always seemed a little too close for comfort. It started with insisting on having life360 on each other's phone for “protection”. Then when he was with you, you guys always had to cuddle. Otherwise, he would pout and throw a fit. Granted you and Minho have always been friends. Before middle school, you and Minho would never leave each other's side. Of course, Minho got his friends, and you had yours. But Minho had to meet your friends, even though you never met his. Now that you both attended the same college. That Minho said you two had to go to. You and him ended up in the same friend group. 7 lovely guys all with their personality traits and attributes. 4 of them lived together, Chris, Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin. The other 3 also lived together, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin. When you went into college, Minho said you and him had to live together. He claimed that he could never deal with a roommate and that you were his best friend so it was different.

Today was just like any other normal Sunday. All of you guys were hanging out at “3rachas + hyunjins” dorm. Watching whatever silly romance drama Felix and Jisung were hooked on this time. Minho texted the group chat saying he had to pick up more cat food.

“So wait, you telling me Minho doesn't cling to you guys?” you asked Chris you were confused when you were telling him he could sit next to you because Minho likes to cuddle you while hanging out.

“Minho? The guy who hisses when one of us even gets too close? I think he would kill us” Changbin laughs.

“I think he might have something for you” Jeongin chimes in. Which makes you blush. You always had a thing for your cat like best friend. Of course, you never brought it up! You thought you would ruin the only best friend you've ever had if you even hinted at liking him.

Outside of the door, Minho was watching. What was so flirty that you blushed at Jeongin? Does he know? Can't he see that you're Minhos? Maybe you’ve forgotten how much he has done for you. Maybe he will just have to remind you.

“Aren't you curious about what kind of me I am, far underwater?”

It took a while for Minho to find a place to keep you. He could just lock in the apartment, but then that would be the first place people looked. He didn’t want to keep you forever, just long enough so you knew who owned you. he did

Minho wasn't around as much. And it didn't go unnoticed by you. You and him did everything together, why is he suddenly so busy? You tried to bring it up many times, claiming you missed him. To which he would baby you for the night, and then the cycle would repeat. A whole month and a half of this happened. Just like before you brought it up to him.

“Minho where are you?” you spoke to him over the phone

“Y/n-a, I told you I picked up more hours at work. You know how food prices are going up,” he explained to you. Could that just be it? Were you reading too much into it?

“I just..” you took a deep breath. “I miss you, like a lot” you repeated to him for what seemed like the millionth time.

“How about tonight once I finish up, we watch Sweeney Todd?” He offered. It was your and his favorite movie to watch. Often joking about how he was Todd and you were Ms. Lovett. It made you sometimes hope that he liked you just a bit. Even though Ms. Lovett dies at the end.

“Yeah.. yeah that would be nice, but!” you explained. “I want snacks so pick some up!”

He chuckled on the other end.

“Yaaa I’ll pick up snacks for us. I’ll be home soon so take a shower and get comfy.”

You both said bye and you went to take your shower. Minho did intend to watch the movie with you, he just has an extra idea with him.

It didn't take Minho long to get home. He was a lot quicker than you thought, almost like he never really left. Of course, he brought the snacks as he promised. Both of you cuddled up under a blanket and watched the movie. The movie turned into full volume since it always played so quietly. You being you, you ended up falling asleep. Which was just what Minho wanted. Maybe you would call him crazy, or reject him. This was the only way. All he could do was pray you understood why.

“All the feelings I awakened are true, I can't wait, babe, what’s it gonna be?”

You woke up in a dark room, chained, trapped. You wiggled your arms around trying to break free. Which only seem to alert the thing that brought you here. Fuck, you just wanted to be home. Home with Minho. How did this even happen? Was your night with Minho only a dream? Your thoughts were interrupted by a voice, but you’ve heard that voice before?

“I'm sorry I had to do it like this. I envisioned our life together a lot differently y/n-a” Minho spoke in a low tone which sent shivers down your spine.

“Minho..what the fuck is happening? How did we get here?” you ask softly. Scared the man who brought you guys here was going to come back any minute. Maybe you should have thought a little more.

“Silly..I brought you here” Minho confesses. “Please don't get the wrong idea” He continues. “I only want us to be together forever, your mind, and I thought you knew that.” the sadness in his voice pains you a bit, almost as if he didn't just admit to kidnapping you. “I saw the way Jeongin made you blush last month. And I- I couldn't stand it!” Minho yells as he punches a wall, making you flinch. “I couldn't understand how you could fall for him! We’ve been through everything! Your mine, fucking mine.” He couldn't stop rambling. His? You two weren't dating. What did he even mean?

“So I decided to take you. Here. where you are safe from him, from all of them. Don’t worry y/n-a, I would never hurt you.” He rubs your left cheek with his thumb.

“Minho.. I think you have the wrong idea” you start to explain as Minho perks up. “I don't like Jeongin- “DON’T MENTION HIS NAME” he interrupts. The very thought of the thing trying to take his love away makes him turn red with anger. You try to explain again.

“I don't like him- I’ve been in love with you.” You say with a soft voice, scared to anger him again. You were never good with yelling and Minho knew that. You just hoped he wouldn't do it again.

He laughs. Fear fills you. This wasn’t Minho, no no it couldn't be.

“You’re right,” he says, the voice of the devil itself leaves his throat.

“Besides, Who could love you like I love you?”

It's been 3 months with Minho. He still keeps you here. But you are not trapped in the basement anymore. He tells you about the guys and how they are doing. Still refusing to mention Jeongin by name. He told them all you moved back in with your parents since your mother was sick. Surprisingly no one questioned it, or maybe Minho didn’t let them. However, you weren't unhappy. Sure you missed the sun and your friends. But Minho took care of everything for you. You were now his “partner” officially. Slowly you were getting used to this. Maybe living underwater wasn’t the worst.

“You want me endlessly (I want you endlessly)

Digging into your heart without any gaps

You get to breathe like me”

[electrificata]

here are my house observations, im in season 3

some of the shit house says to foreman is genuinely unforgivable

foreman as a character i generally like. omar epps is giving a good performance of an even-keeled-but-not-without-effort kind of guy, i do like the plotline of a guy who came to learn from an expert whos the worst guy in the world and trying to figure out how to do the same thing without being the worst guy in the world. i also think they way they keep him out of hospital love triangles is racist, foreman is not currently hot but could be with 15% more attention from the writers room.

really sexist as a general rule. i have not encountered the idea of "jailbait" this much in literal years.

hipster racism. its the 2000s. funny to talk abt this because "hipsters" were younger at this point and the character of house is, im assuming, in his mid 40s at the start of the show, but thats the general logic that seems to be on display. "well you know that he's a good guy so its ironic and funny that he's threatening to use the n word as a joke."

a) stupid logic to begin with, doing something ironically is also just doing it, b) doesnt even work on its own terms here because house is widely acknowledged to be an awful person in the context. the entire show is built around the question "how much deliberately annoying, dangerous bullshit will we endure from this dickhead to maintain access to his unique skillset"

i still dont "get" house/wilson. like i do see it, like i can see that theyre a little obsessed with each other and they have a fun mutually manipulative dynamic, and they make sense as foils (guy who's self-consciously awful and often ends up doing noble things accidentally/guy who's self-consciously noble and often deliberately does awful things). but i cannot feel myself going insane about it. if anything i like him better with cuddy

cuddy really really hot. really really really hot. cuddy.

so like yeah i see house/wilson im just not going insane about it the way i thought i might. altho tbh it took a global pandemic and a extended, byzantine renaissance of tumblrina supernatural scholarship to make me have a destiel spiral. i need infrastructure for these things.

cameron's character is such an old school token girl character. i hate how they treat her "niceness" almost as much as i hate how they treat her crush on house.

a better show (written by me) would have some more cuddy and foreman "managing" house plotlines (foreman being a protege allows focus on the legacy of house's medicine, how to replicate it, how to contain damage), probably give him some of the cuddy and wilson time. the three of them together would be good i could do that.

cuddy/foreman. hm. in the remake.

like, i do get how this happened. house is troubled in a durable, interesting way. the writing is good enough to support his layers, the way his snap-judgement psychoanalysis of everyone he meets curls back around to shine a light on his own issues. good balance of competence and patheticness. laurie is giving a masterclass in the niche field of "british comedian comes to us tv drama, grows some stubble, becomes a sex symbol." i read an old review that referred to his "sourpuss charisma" i really like that turn of phrase.

(i was also into josh on the west wing when i watched that last year, i have a type i love antagonism. no im not dating anyone right now, who wants to take me for a candlelit dinner and tell me i smell good and my voice is sexy) (you cant just compliment me, ill be bored or uncomfortable, you have to bury it in a disagreement and make it clear youre kind of mad that youre into me)

that said i think the show kind of misunderstands house's sex appeal. it feels very written-by-men. women characters throw themselves at house in a porny kind of take-me-now way. in my observations guys who are arent traditionally hot but attractive in this antagonistic, talky was dont really get that kind of treatment, but they do get the main cast wilson/cuddy/cameron "i hate this guy but im obsessed with him and i will never make a move or i will and itll go badly" kind of stuff. my phantom house reboot does have cameron and house hook up and its a really mean and destructive fwb thing with like 4 false endings. does this make sense.

right now im in the middle of the plotline where leighton meester plays a 17 yr old girl stalking house because shes so in love. like thats not the vibe. at least from what ive seen. im not omniscient.

lol it turns out she has a spore makign her hypersexual lolllll i literally have this on in the background rn ok i take some of this back.

whenever i mention to someone im watching house theyll recount to me the plot of the one episode they can remember and it always sounds insane and its never made up.

"the one with the intersex teen model who fucks her dad to manipulate him and has testicular cancer" like yeah. yeah thats real. if you talked to me 3 weeks ago thatd be the one i recounted to you.

yes house does leer at her in that episode and its treated as logical and normal for a 45 year old man.

i hate chase, he's awful but boring.

im curious how long im gonna keep watching this, i know the later seasons get kind of soapy plotwise and i dont know if thats what i want out of this

[delespresso]

IT'S YOU ━━ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader

author's note; hi! it's been a while since i actually wrote something and i really wanted to start again so here we are. first time writing for my man antonio and i hope it's good and liked <3

prompt; "what do you think i've been doing this for?" from this list

summary; after a pretty messy breakup, she ends up crashing at antonio's. and she ends up moving in — but they're just friends.

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Antonio had known her for years. When she first moved to Chicago and became Gabby's partner on Ambulance 61, he was one of the few people that welcomed her from outside the firehouse.

Since then they'd been good friends, usually hanging out at Molly's or helping each other with mundane things. She was even good with Eva and Diego which always helped lessen his load after the divorce. There were times when she helped watch over the kids when Gabby couldn't and Antonio was stuck with a case while his ex-wife was traveling the world with her fancy new boyfriend.

He wasn't sure when it started, but at some point he felt it. The way his excitement grew at the prospect of seeing her again even if just for a drink with their circle of friends at Molly's. Or if they bumped into each other while on scenes. Or the few moments he'd get roughed up on the job and would come to her instead of an actual doctor or something.

But when he realized the way he was leaning onto her more than he probably should, he still couldn't stop it. Which was probably why he immediately offered her a place to stay when she broke up with her boyfriend whom she'd been living with.

“The kids are at a sleepover this weekend, but you don't need to worry about them,” he said as he brought two bottles of cold beer out for them.

She was on his couch, wrapped up in one of his hoodies as she curled up. Her boyfriend of four years turned out to be sleeping with his secretary. Cliché, but god she never expected it.

“You're sure they're gonna be fine with me staying?” she asked, wiping her nose with a tissue since she'd just stopped crying as she took the beer he offered.

In all honesty her heart was crushed. Who wouldn't be? She'd trusted her boyfriend only to find out he'd been stepping out on her.

Antonio could see the way she was hurting. And it filled him with a subtle rage. He wouldn't risk showing it though, all he did now was be there for her.

He let her curl up on the long couch as he settled in the armchair, watching her as she drank her beer.

“They love you,” he reminded her. “Eva would be happy to know you're here so she'd have someone to gossip with.”

They shared a chuckle over that. She did love the long chats with Eva about high-school drama. It was much simpler than her life now.

“You can stay as long as you need,” he added gently, a soft smile as he reassured her.

She looked at him, mustering up a soft smile of her own. How on earth did she get so lucky as to have a friend like him?

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

She'd been staying at Antonio's for half a year by now. The search for a place of her own wasn't going so well. But Eva and Diego were pretty much doing everything they could to convince her to just stay.

Antonio's feelings had been all over the place now that she was literally in the room next door to him. Everywhere he turned she was there. It didn't help with the ongoing want to always be around her.

She was usually so sharp on social cues. She'd notice if her friends had crushes or admirers from miles away. But when it was her own case, she was practically blind to it. Which clearly showed now as she was helping Hermann bartend at Molly's and serving up a drink for Antonio.

“You know you've got a hot one eyeing you up on your four o'clock,” she teased, passing him a bottle of cold beer.

Antonio was aware of the other woman. But his eyes was fixed on the one behind the bar in front of him.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, picking up his bottle and bringing it up to his lips, “I'm not looking for that.”

She rested her hands on the bartop, tilting her head at him. Now that she thought of it, he hadn't been on any dates for a while now. Much less flirting with anyone. Well, anyone but her. But they always had their harmless flirty banter.

“Then what are you looking for?” she asked, leaning forward slightly as she questioned him.

He sighed, scratching his stubble lightly as he turned his head for a moment. God, he loved her but he wished she opened her eyes sometimes.

“I'm not looking anymore ‘cause I already found it,” he answered simply, turning back to her with a soft smile.

“Meaning?” she asked again, raising her brows.

“Well, there's this girl,” he started to say. He paused though, grinning when he saw her lean in slightly as if she was interested in some hot scoop of gossip.

“She got her heart broken a while back. Since then, I've been tryna make her feel better. Pick up the little pieces.”

She paused then, her brain picking up all the information piece by piece. For a minute, she felt like she made the connection. But she didn't want to jump the gun.

“You told her how you feel?”

“Doing that right now.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Both of them just looked each other in the eyes as he smiled softly at the way she simply stared at him like that. He knew she was picking it up now.

“Antonio—”

“It's you,” he cut her off, pushing his beer bottle aside slightly. His arms were folded over the wooden bartop as he spoke to her. “It's been you for years now.”

She blinked, completely dumbfounded. Her heart felt like it was fighting to break out of her ribcage.

He felt like the weight was finally lifted off his shoulders now. It was out. He couldn't take it back and he didn't want to.

“Why didn't you say anything?” she finally asked after a few beats.

“You were spoken for,” he replied.

She'd been taken for the past four years. And he respected the relationship, so he never said anything or acted on his feelings. He wasn't the type for it.

“Not anymore,” she then said.

He paused, his eyes locked on hers for a moment as he nodded slowly.

“Not anymore,” he echoed. “What do you think I've been doing this for?”

A soft smile pulled on her lips as she looked at him, finally realizing she was right. She had sensed the subtle hints, but she was too scared to properly read into it.

Now though, he was making himself clear.

“I like you,” he said properly, making her smile brighter which caused an immediate rise in his heart rate. “And I know you're in the room next door—”

She laughed softly at that, looking down briefly. She was still living in his place after all.

“— but if you'd like, I'd love to properly take you out,” he finally finished.

He was nervous. In all honesty, she made him so nervous it made almost no sense. But he had to take the leap. He'd been waiting for years for the chance and he'd be damned if he didn't take it now.

She smiled, looking at him with those eyes that always made him weak.

“I'll clear my Friday night.”

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[tiannasfanfic]

Secret Admirer

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

[Masterlist] [Crossposted to AO3]

Summary: Telling someone you fell for them is always hard. However, it's even harder when the person you love is also your best friend. When you can't find the courage to tell Eddie Munson how you feel to his face, you decide to let him know in a more...round about sort of way.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but now looks like it's going to be a two or three parter.

CW: Smoking cigarettes; white lies; slightly awkward conversations.

Word Count: 2.407

“Dustin! Hey Dustin!”

Dustin didn’t hear you. That wasn’t surprising since the final bell rang just a little bit ago and the halls were flooded with people ready to leave.

While you were also in a hurry to leave, you really needed to catch up with the freshman first. And you needed to do it before any of the other Hellfire members were around to see. You may have not known Dustin for long since school just started a little over two months ago, but it was long enough to know you could trust him with this task.

“Dustin! Wait up, Dustin!!!”

The little shit was much faster than you’d have guessed and was way ahead of you when he finally heard his name being called. He stopped to look around and waved when he saw you running up to him.

“Hey Y/N,” Dustin said as you screeched to a stop in front of him. “What’s the hurry?”

It took you a minute to respond. You were out of breath after running from the hall where your last class was to the hall where Dustin’s last class was. It was halfway across the school, and you were pretty sure you broke at least one record to get over there that fast.

“Hold.” Pant. “Up.” Wheeze. “A.” Pant. “Minute.” Cough.

At that very moment, you doubled over with your hands on your knees, your face starting to tingle and turn red as you gasped for air.

“You okay?” Dustin asked, clapping you on the back as if you were choking instead.

You waved him off and finally caught your breath after a minute.

“Yeah,” you said, standing up straight. “I gotta get to work, but you have Hellfire tonight, right?”

“Yup, every Monday after school from 3 to 7,” Dustin said, nodding.

“Sweet,” you said, pulling a small black box wrapped with a red ribbon, which you then handed to Dustin. “Some chick after third period gave this to me and said to give it to Eddie. I forgot to tell him at lunch, so now that honor goes to you.”

Dustin looked between you and the object now in his hand, which was about the size of a large ring box. He wrinkled his nose.

“Do I have to?” he asked. “Can’t you just give it to him yourself tomorrow?”

“No can do,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m libel to forget I even have it and I promised her Eddie would get it today.”

Dustin knew better than to argue. Everyone knew you had a poor memory and knew you didn’t make promises lightly. If you promised Eddie would get it today so you wouldn’t forget, then Eddie was getting it today so you wouldn’t forget.

Tucking the box into his coat pocket, Dustin promised to give it to Eddie as soon as he saw him. The two of you parted ways, him in one direction to go to the drama room for Hellfire and you in direction of the front entrance so you could go to work. You were practically skipping down the hall, happy that had gone well. You didn’t really expect it not too since Dustin was a good kid and he absolutely adored Eddie. You knew he’d come through for you.

Now it was just a waiting game to see how Eddie would react.

Getting a random gift from a secret admirer didn’t seem like something he would keep from you. The two of you told each other everything and had for years. The only thing you had ever kept a total secret from Eddie was how you truly felt about him.

It was as a strange feeling to be in love with your best friend. A very strange feeling indeed.

The two of you met in 8th grade when he transferred in from another district. That was the year Eddie had moved to this side of town to live with his uncle. While he had been instantly branded as a freak by the popular crowd, your reputation was somewhere basic outsider territory. It didn’t bother you to befriend him though, and you two instantly clicked.

Your feelings didn’t develop until sometime in sophomore year. Or that’s when you noticed them, at least. There was no catalyst or series of events that led to the moment. You just suddenly realized it one day in the middle of a math lesson. You hadn’t been thinking about him and didn’t have math class with him, it just hit you completely randomly and unexpectedly. It rendered you incapable of concentrating for the rest of the day.

Considering Eddie had never made any moves on you, never stated an interest in you and had never even flirted with you, it was obviously a one-sided crush. You were best friends, not really anything else. You tried to ignore it, figuring it would eventually go away without reciprocation.

Rather than go away though, your feelings grew into love.

And now, as you were both starting over your senior years for the second time each, you had decided this was going to be the year you finally tell Eddie how you feel.

Eventually.

You would tell him how you felt eventually.

While Eddie had a few very short-term relationships over the years, he hadn’t dated in a long time. That had to mean he didn’t want anything serious right now. Plus, if he did want to date, that didn’t mean he wanted to date you. You kept reminding yourself of this to keep you from getting your hopes up. Which is why you had elected to go this route. If he didn’t seem interested after a few anonymous gifts and notes, you’d leave the whole thing alone. No harm done, no damaged friendship.

What you didn’t expect was for that one little box to spark Eddie’s curiosity into a full-on blaze.

He was waiting for you in the school parking lot the next morning. You barely got your car parked in your usual spot before he had ran over from his van and opened your door for you.

“Y/N, it’s time for you and I to have a talk,” he said, his tone and facial expression serious.

You stared up at him blankly as he smirked down at you. Surely he hadn’t figure it out that quickly?

You decided your best option right now was to play dumb.

“Er, okay?” you said, climbing out of your car and putting your jacket on. “What about?”

“Oh, I think you know what it’s about,” he said, a playful tone coming to his voice.

You dipped back into your car to collect your bag, backpack, and lunch box from the passenger seat, then shut your car door. While you may have appeared calm and sleepy on the outside, inwardly you were panicking. You didn’t expect him to grill you less than an hour after you woke up.

Luckily for you, Eddie took your stunned and panicked silence for you still waking up.

“The box from yesterday?” he said, as he grabbed your backpack from you to sling it from one shoulder to carry for you like he always did.

You continued staring at him, mouth dropping open slightly, your brow furrowed.

Now you weren’t acting, you suddenly found yourself unable to speak as you looked at him.

“The one you gave to Dustin to give to me?”

Oh fuck, he knew. He somehow figured it out. He knew you gave it to him. This is it.

Right as you were on the verge of spilling your guts, Eddie chimed in again.

“The box the girl gave you yesterday to give to me?”

Oh. Right. You had given it to Dustin, saying someone had given it to you.

“Oh yeah,” you said, clapping your hand to your forehead, then dragging it down your face tiredly. “Sorry. Long night last night.”

“Yeah?” he asked, you nodded as you lit the morning cigarette for the two of you to share, like you did every morning. “Shitty customers or got off late?”

“Both,” you said, passing him the cigarette. “Like, ten people decided they needed their groceries five minutes before closing. On top of that, me and Teri were by ourselves again, so we didn’t get out until almost midnight.”

“I still say they’ve gotta be breaking the law by keeping you there that late,” Eddie said, his eyes darkening. “Isn’t there some rule against high schoolers working past 8 or something?”

He always worried when you had to work that late. People get jumped in parking lots all the time and was always paranoid that would happen to you.

“That only applies if it’s your first time through,” you chuckled, as Eddie passed the cigarette back to you. “Trust me, I checked. Soon to be 20-year old’s repeating their senior year for the third time don’t qualify.”

After passing the cigarette between you a few more times as you chatted about your morning, Eddie finished it and tossed the butt to the pavement. You both started walking up to the school.

Fortunately, the time Eddie gave you to wake up more before continuing the initial conversation had also given you time to think. When he brought it up again a few minutes later when you were almost inside, you were prepared.

“So…” Eddie began. “The box…”

“That’s right!” you said and looked over at him curiously. “What was in it anyway? It felt really heavy for such a small thing.”

Eddie skipped a few steps ahead of you and spun around on one foot so he was directly in your path and facing you. He held up his left hand as if showing off his rings. Your looked down and, sure enough, he had on the one you gave him on his pointer finger. It was square shaped with a cross in the center and a skull at each corner.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed with well-acted excitement, grabbing his hand, and jerking him closer to get a better look, which made him stagger slightly. “Hey, isn’t this that ring you saw at the pawn shop a few months back???”

“I think so!” Eddie said, nodding rapidly.

One thing you both loved to do together on weekends was hit up as many thrift stores and pawnshops as you could looking for deals. When Eddie found this ring a few months back, the $30 price tag was a bit out of his reach. The disappointment in his eyes about broke your heart, so you went back the next day and bought it for him. You’d held onto it until now, trying to figure out how to give it to him.

“That’s so awesome!” you exclaimed.

You used this as an excuse to grab Eddie and wrap your arms around him in an excited hug. He eagerly returned the hug, spinning you around once and nearly running you both into a passing group of students.

“Who was it from?” you asked as he set you down and you two continued walking, now headed for your locker.

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” he said. “There was no note, tag, or anything. So, I was wondering who gave it to you.”

“I didn’t recognize her,” you said, then shrugged. “I don’t have any classes with her, that much I know for sure.”

This part of the lie relied heavily on Eddie just accepting your poor memory without asking too many questions.

Everyone knew you could barely remember what you made yourself for lunch yesterday, much less the face of someone you didn’t know. You recognized people you went to classes with, even if you didn’t know their names, because you saw them in the same place every day. In general, it always took you a few weeks with any new person you met to fully integrate their face into your brain. So, you not recognizing someone you went to school with wasn’t uncommon.

Eddie knew this and you could see the disappointment in his face.

“Damnit,” he said and sighed, brushing a hand back through his hair. “I was afraid of that. I really wanted to thank whoever she was.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’ll try to keep an eye out for her, but you know what the chances of me recognizing her are.”

You flashed him an apologetic smile and he nodded in confirmation as you reached your locker. The conversation switched to school things as you got your stuff situated, taking only the books you would need before lunch. With that done, now you walked Eddie to his locker and once he had his books, you both went to English, which you had together. Since the two of you sat next to each other, you noticed that Eddie used the time waiting for class to gawk at the ring and awe and wonder.

It made your heart dance seeing how happy it made Eddie. You had to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from grinning like a fool. That surely would’ve given you away right then and there.

Oddly enough though, he really didn’t talk about it much to anyone else. You’d catch him gazing at it fondly, but if anyone asked about it, he was tight lipped.

“It was a gift,” is all he would say.

As the days went by, Eddie didn’t mention it as often to you. When he did, it was still just to say he wished he could thank whoever got it for him because he loved it so much.

A couple weeks later, on the last day of school before Thanksgiving break, you proceeded with the next part of you plan.

Your fourth period class was World History. Eddie’s locker just so happened to between that classroom and the closest girl’s bathroom. It was easy to get a pass for the restroom since you rarely ever asked to leave class. On your way there, you briefly stopped at his locker. You took a letter sized envelope out of your inner jacket pocket and slipped it into the locker through the vents. Even after a quick stop at the restroom to back up your lie, you were back to class before the teacher could be suspicious.

The nerves you felt before giving him the ring were nothing compared to the nerves you felt now.

In that letter, you were finally confessing your love...

More or less.

[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT     ౨ৎ     KTR

007 𖤐 bad idea

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

1.04k wc (lowercase intended)

your hands were trembling as you hold the door knob to the meeting room. you had been preparing for this moment for years, the moment were you will meet taerae again. you genuinely have lost count on how many times you had imagined this scenario to happen. and every time, you were confident that you're ready to meet him.

but why is it now when you were standing in front of a white door that could lead to many more, that the palms of your hands started sweating? or that your whole body was shaking in nervousness and that you had goosebumps all over your body? for the whole time you were apart, you swore to yourself that you're going to be ready when the two of you meet again. but fate has its own plan when it set the two of you together.

"excuse me, miss? i would really hate to interrupt your train of thoughts but are you going to come in? if you're not, then can you step aside because you're blocking the door. " the voice of a man shocked you. you immediately turn your back and bow, apologising, "sorry for taking my time to open this door, i will now be getting inside." you replied politely. the man broke into a smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth to you, "its whatever, miss. lets head inside now shall we?" you nodded and gave him a small smile before opening the door.

you know what? i'm totally ready for this. you thought to yourself.

'i'm totally not ready for this' was your first thought when you sat down at your seat that has your name labelled on it.

the first thing you noticed when you take a seat was that the seat across you has a huge name written in bold letters just like yours, except this time the letters did not spell your name, but rather taerae's name. 'he's going to be sitting across me for the whole meeting?' and just by that, your hands started sweating again.

since you arrived early at the meeting room. there were only a few people around like the director, scriptwriter, the man from earlier and a few other backstage people. your manager had ran off earlier after she parked the car saying how she needed her daily caffeine. she has yet to return after 20 minutes.

slowly, the room started to fill with people, most of them were actors and you were truly in awe when you see all these actors whom you used to watch on the television screen. your manager finally came in 5 minutes before the meeting started with a huge smile on her face, "that was a nice morning caffeine. " she grinned as she took her seat beside you. "yeah, so good that you left me alone for half an hour. " you snickered. "hey! i also need to take a break from you, you know. " you only laughed in response, too focused on the time to pay attention to anything else.

the clock was showing 3 minutes before 8, the time when the meeting starts and taerae is yet to burst into the meeting room from that door. you smiled to yourself at the thought of taerae missing the meeting for some personal reasons, and the thought itself made your heart calmer on its own.

suddenly, the door burst open for the last time, a very smiley taerae holding a bunch of drinks in his hand made his way in, followed by his manager (hanbin) who was holding twice as much drinks as taerae did.

talk about jinxing

"sorry for being late! i thought that most of you would be sleepy at a meeting so early in the morning so i decided to get coffees but the cafe was a bit crowded just now so the orders came late. i hope you guys don't mind that! " he cheerfully said, smile never leaving his face. the director chuckled and walked over to help taerae and his manager with the drinks, visibly delighted by the surprise. "how can i be mad when you bought this all for us? i guess we're having free coffees today! "

the three of them started giving away coffees to all the staffs and actors present and everyone thanked them.

you starred at your manager as she thanked hanbin for the coffee. "oh my god, you're such a young man! how did you ended up getting a job as a manager at such a young age! " your manager shamelessly talked, you buried your face in your palms, embarrassed at your manager's action when suddenly a drink slide in front of you.

"here, i don't know if you drink coffee now but you didn't back then so i get you green tea instead. " taerae's voice was sharp and cold, a contrast with how he used to call you but honestly, you deserved it. 

you removed your palms from your face and looked up, taerae was looking straight at you with his eyebrow raised. "are you listening to what i'm saying?" you frowned in confusion and he sighed, "i asked if you drink coffee now because if you do then i want to know if you would like to switch your drink with a coffee. " you could only mutter a small oh as you starred at the green tea filled paper cup right in front of you.

you wanted to tell him that you do drink coffee now, but the thought of him remembering your likes and dislikes melted you. 

"no i still don't drink coffee. thank you for the green tea, taerae. " you replied with a smile. taerae didn't respond to you, instead he just gave a tight lipped smile before he moved on and continued to give others their coffee.

you felt disappointed at his lack of response , but you know that you cant blame him either.

and soon the meeting starts.

the meeting went great. you learned that the name of the drama is angel's last mission: love. and that it was about an angel who was sent to earth to find true love for a blind ballerina, and how they ended up falling for each other instead, fighting the deity to be together.

you found yourself getting interested in the drama more than you had expected.

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Delicate, Chapter Five: Party in the USA…at Potter Manor? (Narcissa’s Version)

second half of the party!! narcissa+reg bonding, sisterly problems, messy alicissa! hope you like it <3

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When at a party there are many old friends one hasn’t seen in ages, the risk is getting stuck in a tumultuous cycle of recognition, surprise, light chitchat and (empty) promises of keeping in touch. This is the mechanism that led Narcissa to lose Mary after barely fifteen minutes into the Potter’s house, or, more precisely, their royal castle. And mind you, Narcissa was used to big, luxurious houses.

She had just caught a glimpse of Mary, sitting on a sofa in the corner of the living room between Zabini’s girl and Marlene McKinnon, when she got up and went to the kitchen with the blonde and Lily.

Considering everything, the kitchen was still forbidden territory, and Narcissa wasn’t going to risk another encounter with Alice in front of everyone so soon.

One good thing about the whole small-talk-with-acquaintances routine was that it required incredible memory and ability to make plausible shit up to keep the conversations going, and the mental exercise was hard enough for Narcissa to not focus on the raging burning of all her blood vessels caused by her lovely ex-schoolmate (schoolmate? Who was she kidding?) that, for the record, happened almost two hours earlier. If Narcissa stopped babbling to strangers, she’d have to face the fact she was being blatantly ignored by Alice.

How fucking dare she.

Narcissa was ready for a fight.

She had never been an optimistic person, so she hadn’t hoped for a pacific reunion with Alice, but this childish indifference was beyond what she could allow. She could say it’s because they’re both adults, and needed to face their problems like such, but really, Narcissa just hated being ignored.

By Alice.

Especially by Alice.

Maybe because she was the first one to see her when everyone else was just looking. Beyond the snotty attitude, the prestigious family, the posh accent, Alice saw something Narcissa didn’t even know was there.

Okay, so maybe Alice hated her. Fine, Narcissa couldn’t blame her, but the silent treatment? Really? After everything?

The lack of people to talk to was slowly leaving Narcissa to her own thoughts, which was evidently not a good sign.

She needed a distraction. Drama. Theatrics.

It was time to say hello to her beloved cousins.

“Is there space for me?” she asked, standing in front of the sofa where Dorcas, Sirius, James and Peter were lounging, the girl mildly enraged, the three boys pleasurably sloshed.

Sirius’ eyes lit up, and he immediately made a show of getting up, arms wide, and hugged her tightly. Narcissa reciprocated awkwardly: the last time she saw Sirius, she was still working with her parents, and her cousin had always been resentful of her, blatantly preferring Andromeda’s company. Narcissa guessed he was more mad at their family’s business rather than her personally, so maybe he was being so friendly because she had left.

Or because of the alcohol.

“Took you long enough! We missed you, Cissaaaaa~”

Probably because of the alcohol.

“I missed you, too Sirius,” she patted his shoulder, breaking the hug.

She sat between him and Dorcas, and smirked at Regulus, on the armchair in front of her.

“How’s your girlfriend, Reggie?” she taunted him, glancing the girl asleep at his feet.

“Get lost,” he answered, but a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.

“How’s yours?”

“Oh, fuck off,” she groaned.

One summer, years before, Regulus had walked in on Narcissa pacing her room like mad, losing her mind over a letter Alice had sent her at the end of the school year (because of course she liked that sort of thing, messages or emails were too banal for her, the romantic sod). Everything had been meticulously organized, the delivery kept secret from her parents, and then Narcissa had been caught by her little cousin because she couldn’t be normal about a letter from her ‘friend’.

She had thrown everything in a drawer and sat on her bed, Regulus following suit.

“What’s wrong, Cissa?”

“Nothing, Reggie, I just received a letter from a friend-“

“A letter?” he asked, eyes wide. At this day and age?

“Yes, well…” she laughed, embarrassed, “She’s a bit old-fashioned.” (She was absolutely not.) “Did you need anything?”

But Regulus kept quiet, staring at his lap.

“Did you know some male celebrities had relationships with other males?”

Oh, Narcissa was going to be sick.

“It goes for other males, too, not just celebrities,” he clarified, his cheeks getting as red as apples.

“Wh-Who told you about this?” Narcissa asked, trying to sound as neutral as possible and probably failing. Their family wasn’t progressive at all, and Regulus wasn’t much more than a kid, so she wanted to know if he was genuinely curious about the matter or if he was about to unknowingly insult her.

“I can’t say!” He exclaimed, panicked.

Sirius, then.

“Okay…How do you feel about it?” she tried, still as diplomatically as possible.

“I don’t know…I know Mother and Father are against it, but I’m not sure why. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, though. Personally,” he raised his palms almost as an excuse, “I’ve never been in love.”

Narcissa couldn’t help but chuckle at Regulus’ self-assigned distance from the matter. “But art often portrays love, and it comes in many different ways,” he continued, innocently. “So it’s not that weird if it’s shared between two people of the same sex?”

“Seems to me like you have it figured out,” she commented, smiling softly. “They don’t do anything wrong,” ‘We aren’t doing anything wrong’ “But I have to warn you, your parents will disagree.”

Regulus nodded. “I’ll keep my mouth shut with them.”

How sad. How incredibly, inevitably sad.

Narcissa was a lot like him: a spirit of preservation stronger than her morals. That’s what made the two of them so different from Andromeda and Sirius, who’d prefer a clear conscience and bloody wounds, rather than the safety that hypocrisy could offer them.

“Who was the letter from?” Regulus asked.

“Told you, just a friend from school.”

“Who got you walking around your bedroom like the Phantom at the Opera,” he countered raising a dark eyebrow.

Oh, he was going to grow into an insufferable teen. She couldn’t wait.

But now, Narcissa had two options: completely ignore the whole talk they had just had and deny everything (safe, hypocritical), or admit-

“You have a crush on her.”

Fuck it.

Narcissa told him everything. From her encounter with Alice, to the interest disguised as repulsion, to the sweet, lovey dovey details that made Regulus scrunch his nose in childish disgust. And when she spoke, Narcissa realised with stupor that the words took shapes and colours she wasn’t aware they could.

Narcissa was capable beauty of her own creation.

Then, years later, Regulus causally came to her room one day complaining about a boy he was seeing like it was nothing, and it made her heart warm. They had created a safe space that survived even after Sirius ran away, dying only when Regulus himself left, a few years later. The two of them kept in touch after her own escape, but they didn’t talk as much as they used to.

“You like girls?” Sirius asked shocked, bringing her back to reality. Regulus bursted into laughter.

“I’ve been out for years, Sirius,” Narcissa answered flatly.

“You’ve never had an official girlfriend, I couldn’t be sure!”

“Oh my God, Sirius, don’t be homophobic!” Peter swatted him in the head.

“So you’re the Narcissa Black,” called a voice from her left, and she had to lean over Dorcas (“I’m sorry love, you’re gorgeous by the way”) to see that it belonged to a handsome young man sitting on the ground. She wondered how such a tall person could almost hide behind the armrest of a sofa.

“The one and only. And you are?”

“Remus Lupin. I’m Peter’s bassist. It’s an honour to meet you,” he shook her hand.

“You look dangerous, Lupin. It’s charming.”

“Hands off, Cissa,” said Regulus, “Sirius already called dibs on him.”

“When did you learn to be such a asshole?” his brother replied, rolling his eyes.

“It was for a role,” Regulus answered, buried in the leather armchair.

“I’m not interested, just stating a fact.” Narcissa shrugged.

“Besides, if Sirius had to be jealous of anyone here, it should be me,” stated Peter smugly, “Since I’ve already kissed Remus. On the mouth. During a live show.”

“I’m not jealous of anyone,” protested Sirius. Liar. He was seething.

“Anything to say, Remus?” intervened James.

“Peter kisses all his friends, it’s a rite of passage. Even you and Sirius did it, he told me,” Remus replied nonchalantly.

“Enough with the petty fighting,” said Dorcas. “James, Sirius. Weren’t you going to recreate that one scene from Dirty Dancing?”

Oh, what had Narcissa walked into?

“Sirius.”

“James.”

“If I have to be subjected to that one more time,” commented Peter, “I’ll have to get more champagne. Excuse me-”

He got up while Sirius and James started making space around them. Dorcas pulled out her phone and exchanged seats with Regulus for a better view.

“It’s not much of a show,” he whispered, next to her. “They’re just being idiots.”

“Try sounding less fond, when you say it.”

“I’m not fond.”

“Mhm. It’s good to see you don’t hate Potter anymore,” she commented.

“I never hated him. But that doesn’t mean that I can stand the guy.” A bit confused, her little Reggie, but Narcissa didn’t pry.

The whole room was watching Sirius and James being embarrassments to themselves, drunkenly spinning around the room and shaking their heads while singing. They had learnt the choreography well, though, if they could perform it in that state.

“Sirius is playing Baby?” asked Remus.

“Potter has enough strength in his arms to hold him for the final move,” Regulus explained, like he had seen this show a thousand times.

“What would you know about Potter’s arms?” Narcissa teased.

“I saw the attempts with the roles reversed. I’m surprised Potter didn’t end up at the hospital with a concussion.”

Everyone was still watching Sirius and James dancing when Peter came back. He had brought a glass of champagne for Regulus, too.

“Oh, we’re almost done,” he commented, sitting next to Narcissa.

“Apparently. Did you go to the kitchen to get those?” she asked.

“No, I picked them from a trail. Do you want one?”

“No, thank you,” I just wanted to know where the fuck is Alice Fortescue. “Mary and Lily are still there, right?”

“Alice too, I think,” commented Regulus glancing at her. Telepathic little shit.

And that’s when Sirius threw himself at James: a couple of screamed curses were involved and the form wasn’t at all perfect, but everyone felt the need to applaude the performance. The two clowns even bowed, showering in the attention.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa finally saw Mary and Lily leaving the kitchen, arm in arm. Smiling. Looking all sweet and cute. If that was the direction things were taking, well…it was time to have a little chat with Evans.

Just as she was getting up from the sofa, though, Regulus grabbed her wrist.

“I wanted to tell you something, Cissa,” he whispered, serious, “It’s about Bella.”

Narcissa immediately sat down.

“She’s getting married. Soon. They’ve tried to keep it hidden, but rumours spread fast.”

Narcissa’s head was suddenly spinning like a top. Bella always said she’d never marry, and yes, they were still young when they used to talk about marriages and growing up, but…she would have invited her sister, right? It couldn’t be true.

“Are you sure? Rumours are rumours.”

“I have reasons to believe it’s true. I just thought you deserved to know.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“No clue. Are you thinking of sneaking in?”

Narcissa bit her lip. “I’m considering it?”

Regulus stared in silence, but she knew he wasn’t judging her: he probably would do the same, in her place.

“I have to go, now,” said Narcissa, noticing Mary and Lily getting closer. “Thank you for telling me.”

Regulus nodded, and she could hear him making a snarky comment at his brother as she walked towards the girls.

“Mary! I thought I had lost you forever!” Narcissa put her hands on her hips like a disappointed mother.

“Same here, this house is huge,” Mary smiled, offering her a glass. “Apple juice?”

“Aw, thank you, darling. Were you in the kitchen?”

“Yes, Lily and I wanted a drink.”

Narcissa didn’t have to say a word, because Mary apparently read her mind and stealthily shook her head. So Alice wasn’t there, then. Where the fuck was she?

Lily watched the exchange, sipping from her own cup.

“Lily, I wanted to have a little chat with you, alone,” smiled Narcissa, “To get to know each other.”

Mary sensed danger, Narcissa could tell .

“I really like her, Cissa,” she warned, “And I think we can become really good friends. So don’t scare her.” Mary added in a whisper, and it made Narcissa smile even more devilishly.

“I won’t. Thanks for the juice.”

Mary narrowed her eyes, then threw a look at Lily, who seemed pretty calm, and walked towards the sofa.

“Okay, Evans, what’s your deal with my Mary?”

“Straight to the point, I see,” Lily commented, taken aback. “Your Mary?”

“She’s like a sister to me. So?”

“I want to get to know her, hopefully become her friend, eventually write a song with her,” Lily listed without hesitation.

“Huh, so your priorities changed, then,” Narcissa raised an eyebrow, “I thought the collaboration was your main goal.”

“Before we properly start writing together I wanted to get to know her.” she replied, quick. She really had her answers ready, Narcissa could appreciate that. She had to catch her off guard.

“…Do you like women?”

“I-What?” Lily faltered, her face becoming as red as a tomato. “I-I don’t…I don’t. I’ve always been with men.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, you know.” Narcissa commented, satisfied to have caught Lily by surprise.

“Yes, of course…” she replied, apparently finding the tip of her shoes incredibly interesting. “Does…does Mary like women?”

Narcissa looked at her, not answering immediately to see how Lily handled the suspence. Answer: pitifully.

“I dunno, go ask her,” she shrugged.

“I can’t just go up to her ask if she likes women!”

“Why not? I just did.”

Lily pressed her lips, clearly flustered, and they held eye contact for a while.

“Okay, you seem harmless enough. The interrogation is over.”

Lily sighed in relief, and took a sip of her drink.

“…So, what‘s your deal with Alice?” she asked, breaking the silence. Narcissa tensed.

She could tell her everything. She had the chance to be the childish one, making Alice seem like a bad friend for hiding their relationship to her friend. A taste of sweet, sweet revenge.

“If Alice didn’t tell you anything, I’ll keep my own mouth shut,” she said instead.

“Fair,” Lily shrugged. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”

They looked around, pretending to ignore the rising awkwardness.

“Thank you for coming,” started Lily, “I already told Mary, but coming here represents a risk for both of you. So thank you, I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Lily,” Narcissa softened. “You were there for Sirius when he ran from home, and then for Regulus, too. I know it wasn’t only you who helped them, but you have my respect.”

“So, you don’t care you’ve voluntarily walked into the snake’s nest?” Lily joked humourlessly.

“Darling, I live with a snake. My house literally qualifies as a snake nest.” Narcissa replied, rolling her eyes.

“You…What?”

Narcissa smiled at the surprise on her face. “Follow me, I’ll show you.”

She led Lily to her car, that thankfully wasn’t too far, ranting about how she had a whole fight with Mary about bringing the snake that night. In the end, Narcissa had won: a mother can’t just leave her daughter alone at home, and going out was good for development. Mary argued that snakes didn’t grow like human babies, but she had given in.

They had left the tank in the passenger’s seat, and when Narcissa pulled out Bunny, she immediately found her place around her forearm, small head resting on her palm. Lily was staring at the reptile, mouth wide open.

“Bunny, this is Lily Evans. She’s Mummy’s friend.”

“This is Bunny?” she replied, amazed. “Can I hold her? Please?”

“Oh. Mary freaked out the first time I showed her, and Amelia threw me a shoe. Here, take her,” Narcissa gently held Bunny. “Aren’t you scared?”

“I love her. It’s hard to find it insulting when people call me a snake, looking at her,” Lily said mindlessly, watching the snake carefully as she slithered up her arm. “It tickles!” she giggled, like a kid petting a dog for the first time.

Narcissa let her play with Bunny for a bit.

The streets were almost empty, the air cold, and the sky didn’t get much darker than this. Soon they’d have to go home, and she still hadn’t talked to Alice. How frustrating.

“I know what they say about you, Evans.” Narcissa commented. Lily gave her her full attention, Bunny now drifting unsupervised around her fingers.

“…And?”

“Honestly, I think they’re scared of you. You are friends with two prodigies of the Black family: they couldn’t manage to overshadow Sirius and Regulus’ success, and now that even I left almost unscathed, I think they’re scared of more of their actors and singers doing the same,” Narcissa explained. She had started formulating that hypothesis when the youngest Black started his own career: the beginning of the downfall wasn’t him leaving, but him not needing his family to succeed, and Narcissa was further proof of that.

“Our family couldn’t go against Potter, the main reason Sirius left, because of his parents, but you were unlucky, getting involved in that ordeal with Severus, so you’re an easy target. They want to take you down, and the brothers with you.“

“What do you think I should do, then?” Lily asked, sincerely. Now, five years weren’t that much of an age difference, but to Narcissa Lily was looking a lot like a lost puppy at the moment, and she was holding her precious Bunny oh so tenderly…she felt the need to help her.

“Make them pay. Give them a reason to be scared. I bet Sirius and Regulus would gladly help you with that,” she answered, taking Bunny from Lily’s arms.

“We were all so relieved, when Regulus ran away,” Lily said, as Narcissa put Bunny back in her tank and locked her car.

“I have to ask those two about the details. You should’ve seen Regulus when Sirius left, I thought they’d never speak to each other again,” Narcissa sighed.

“Their relationship was frail, at first. But in the end they sort of made up.” Lily offered, and Narcissa had the feeling she wouldn’t get much more info from her. It was a personal matter, after all, and Narcissa doubted Lily herself knew much more.

“And they did it by what, talking?” Narcissa joked.

Lily nodded, and Narcissa’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you se…kidding me?” Lily shook her head.

“Those two talked?” Nod.

“About their feelings?” Another nod.

“Sober?” …Reluctant head shake.

“Listen, I was as surprised as you are-“

“Surprised!” Narcissa let her back rest against the cold car door.

“If they can do it, why can’t I?” She exclaimed, frustrated.

“I know!” Lily agreed, standing next to her with her arms crossed. They both acknowledged their slip ups quickly, and shut their mouths.

“What, do you also have sibling issues?” Narcissa smirked.

“A sister that pretends I don’t exist,” Lily said, facing the house. The gold lights and the wind made her hair glow like wildfire. “She’s pregnant. And I found out through a fucking Facebook post.”

Narcissa hissed. “Ouch. Well, at least you have only one sister to worry about: I was too high to crash my niece’s baby shower but hey, maybe I can make it to my other sister’s wedding.”

“Well, better late than never. If you crash the wedding I’ll crash my sister’s kid’s baby shower,” Lily replied, and they both chuckled. Yeah, Narcissa liked her.

“…Shall we go back inside?” said Lily.

“Please, I’m freezing. I can’t feel my toes and I don’t know if it’s the heels, or the cold.”

As soon as they stepped back into the warm house, Narcissa decided she wasn’t going to waste any more time.

“Listen, Lily…Do you happen to know where Alice is?” she tried.

“Oh…” Lily replied, “I don’t know. Really. Marlene went looking for her some time ago, maybe try asking her.”

“Okay, thank you,” Narcissa nodded, already searching the room for a blond mullet. “But tell Mary I didn’t traumatise you, or it’ll be a dreadful ride home.”

“I will,” Lily laughed. “Good luck.”

Narcissa found Marlene, but she was too loyal (and hammered) to give Alice’s precise location, so Narcissa had to search the whole house, room by room. She found that Longbottom guy Alice was friends with, but even his lips stayed sealed, and Narcissa damned Alice for having such good friends. She was halfway into exploring the second floor when she finally found her.

Alice was lying in a bed of dark guest room, an empty bottle of vodka by her side. Her short curls were dark against white pillow, and she was wearing a black suit, white shirt and a waist coat, the jacket discarded on the sheets. She looked tired, but apparently she had had the decency to take off her shoes before laying on the bed. When she saw Narcissa, she had the audacity to groan.

She fucking groaned.

To Narcissa’s face.

“Hello to you, too.” Narcissa said, venomous, standing in the doorway’s yellowish light. Alice glared at her, still not speaking a word. Narcissa physically needed to hear her voice. At least once, after so many years. Or she was going to explode.

She walked into the room, Alice’s eyes on her, and stood in front of her.

“Are you not going to say anything?”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Alice replied.

Oh, her voice. Her voice. Give her the most offensive, atrocious words, but please, please don’t keep Alice’s voice away from her.

“Amazing. Because I have a lot to say.”

Alice stood up, making Narcissa retreat just a step. She had gotten taller, Narcissa had to slightly lift her chin to look at her in the eye, even with heels on. She tried not to think too much about it.

“Speak, then. I can’t promise I’ll listen,” Alice smelled of alcohol, but she looked as sober as ever. She had never been a light weight, even at parties during their school years Narcissa was always the one getting dragged back to their dorm. In Alice’s arms. Arms that were so close she could just reach out and-

“That’s exactly the problem, Fortescue,” replied Narcissa, snapping back to reality. Alice’s eyebrow shot up at the last name. God, Narcissa hadn’t used it since their first weeks as roommates, but it still rolled off her tongue like a deadly curse.

“You can yell, scream, hate me all you want, but don’t ignore me. I won’t accept it.”

Alice blinked, and then laughed bitterly. “Oh, so the princess can disappear for a decade, but when I ignore her then that’s unacceptable? Don’t be a fucking hypocrite, Black,” she said, all bite, and Narcissa had never been happier of someone being mad at her.

“You broke my heart, ran away with the pieces, and vanished. I didn’t hear from you for years, and then you come back into my life, expecting what? Me, waiting with open arms?” Alice never shouted when she was mad, her words became more and more settled and firm, like slaps to the face that progressively got stronger.

She was close, really close, close enough Narcissa could smell a hint of cinnamon under all the drunkenness. She didn’t move an inch, couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

“This doesn’t seem like nothing to say,” commented Narcissa, snarky, because she couldn’t help it, not with Alice so close, the closest they’ve been since they were at school.

“Oh, fuck you,” Alice groaned, turning away, but Narcissa grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

“No, fuck you. I came here to apologise, but you want to act all childish-“

“Childish?”

“Let me finish!” Narcissa shouted, then angry silence settled between them. Narcissa let go of Alice’s shirt, now all crumpled.

“Have you listened to any of my songs?” Narcissa asked, more quietly.

“No, I’ve made a good job at avoiding you, in the last ten years.”

“Well,” she snapped, trying to ignore the angry ringing in her ears. “I’m performing, next Friday. It’s a live show, and I want you to watch me.”

“You can’t make me-“

“Watch me fucking sing, Alice, or I promise I’ll haunt you like a ghost. Every. Step. You. Take. And you won’t be able to ignore me.” Narcissa punctuated, tapping her finger on Alice’s tie. “I’m not asking you to like me, or talk to me. Just to listen.”

They were glaring at each other, but Alice’s brown eyes caught the light in a way that made them glow like bonfires, mysterious craters on the surface of a far away planet, and the freckles on her face were still exactly where they were supposed to, a map imprinted in her memory, and Narcissa had forgotten she was supposed to be glaring at her.

“…Fine. But take your hands off of me,” Alice swatted her hand away, but Narcissa was satisfied, both because Alice had given in and because her voice was almost soft, if she listened carefully. Or if she was delusional enough.

“Good. It’s time for me to go. By the way, you look stupid in that suit,” Narcissa lied.

“You love women in suits,” countered Alice, smirking because she knew it was the truth.

“On you, it’s repulsive,” Narcissa shrugged.

“Repulsive is that green you’re wearing. It’s not really your colour, Cissa.”

“Green is my colour, always has been and you know it, you lying-“

“If no article of clothing is coming off, I’m escorting Narcissa to the door,” interrupted Lily, standing behind them, with Mary next to her trying to suppress her laughter.

“My heels are the only thing I’m taking off,” said Narcissa, walking towards them, her mind repeating that last ‘Cissa’ like a broken record. “Let’s go.”

Narcissa didn’t look at Alice while walking away. They had never been good at goodbyes, and if they didn’t even consider saying it when they thought they would see each other for the last time, why would they start now?

Goodbye, for them, was a promise bound to be broken.

[bengiyo]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by quite a few of o you over the last few weeks, including at least @telomeke. Sorry this took a while, but I've been distracted.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically yes. I have my father's name as one of my middle names because my mom said we didn't make enough money for me to be a IV.

2. When was the last time you cried?

WATCHING GOBLIN TWO DAYS AGO OVER THAT DOG.

3. Do you have kids?

No, but I'm not opposed. It's just something I view as part of a partnership and I don't have one yet.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played baseball as a kid, but everyone around me knows how to play basketball, football, and soccer.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but mostly to make highly-referential jokes for queer people.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Generally their mood. I find myself reading body language to see what kind of interaction I'm about to have.

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown. I'm melanated.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I am Black and gay. I get enough real moments where my fight or flight instincts get triggered without seeking that out for fun.

9. Any talents?

Maybe? I seem to remember the years that films came out pretty quickly. I generally have a pretty good memory, am a solid communicator, and feel like I'm pretty quick at problem solving. I am also a very good warthog driver in Halo.

10. Where were you born?

This is a security question, but I'm from the US Gulf Coast.

11. What are your hobbies

I love D&D, and have moved to Pathfinder 2e recently. I'm still having a ton of fun with the hobby. I like building stories with my friends and having those stories evolve out of the drama of adventuring. I'm also a queer cinephile and avid BL fan. Other than that, I'm a fan of cities. I spend a lot of time thinking about urban flood adaptation.

12. Do you have any pets?

My roommate has a cat. His name is Bahamut. He can be rather loud.

13. How tall are you?

I'm a short king! I'm 5'5"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Math and history. I like problems with mostly clear solutions and I like knowing where we came from. I'm kind of obsessed with the Bronze Age Collapse.

15. Dream job?

I don't dream of work, but I would like to devote my energy into sustainable urbanism. It'd be nice if I could make a living doing that and also enjoy my hobbies.

I think most folks have done this by now, but tag back if you do it after seeing mine!

[jungkookstatts]

Nepenthe - University Superstar Drabble 3

Nepenthe - [N]. Something that can make you forget grief or suffering

[Summary]: Jungkook’s life has always been a polarizing battle. It has been pushed and pulled from a constant fight about which should take control: his heart, or his brain? He could never balance it all, the overwhelming emotions too much to even out all by himself. But when he met you…all of that disappeared. When he met you, he felt both organs rest, allowing him to embrace all that is life, and all that is you.

[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU, Inside the mind of Jeon Jungkook

[Rating]: 18+ for mentions of the deed, fluff (so many tingling feelings), a slight hint of cheating (if you'll call it that [I feel like everyone has a different boundary with what they associate as cheating, so I'll put this here and leave it for you to decide])

[Word Count]: 1,545

[A/n]: Not me setting my expectations for men to the highest standard with this drabble. Read with caution.

[Masterlist]

Jungkook was the quiet boy. He always kept to himself, just bunny smiles and wide eyes as he went about his younger years.

The boy was good. Never had to flip his green card to yellow or red in his life — minus the one time he accidentally hurt a girl's feelings in the second grade for calling her pigtails uneven.

He never missed a day of class, never once received a grade lower than a C+, and never got involved in drama or fights.

Every day was a blessing when he was growing up. His parents taught him well, giving their son their best heretic traits of pure goodness to Jungkook to go about his life with. He was giving and generous with his friends, even more so to strangers. Always giving up his favorite things to make someone feel better or sacrificing his time to spend a little extra with someone who needed him near. Beyond humble and caring he was, always the teacher’s favorite student.

But that was Jungkook. He was the good boy. Until he came face-to-face with puberty.

Junior High was dreadful. That goodness he went about life in started to not make sense. He was angry and breaking out in pimples and his voice started cracking with every breath he took. In what world would holding goodness be okay when the growing pains in his shin provoked him to quit the soccer team?

It was a mess. He was a mess.

And he was so unbelievably horny.

It was embarrassing how horny he was.

In the eighth grade, he was chosen to be the class speaker at his graduation ceremony. However, as he stood up there, all he could think about was whether or not the crowd could see the massive boner he waist-banding under his belt buckle. It was as if he was sporting a hard-on with every breath he took, and suddenly he realized that his right hand became much stronger than his left.

The next two years couldn’t have gone by any quicker, because soon Jungkook was the most popular kid in his high school. His sophomore year was by far the easiest with the way he was climbing up in popularity.

Jungkook was in every upper math class, honors, and AP course a person could possibly have the opportunity to fit into one semester. Despite being in classes with total nerds and questionable individuals, the minute he exited his upper-level courses, he was bombarded with the cheerleading team sticking their boobs in his face and his own friends fighting to ask him when he had the next day off practice to hang out together.

He would have guessed it was from his final stages of puberty. Finally, that crack in his voice was gone, and the pains in his bones were starting to fade. Besides, he was pulling so many women, he started getting tested every week just to make sure that he wasn’t overdoing it with how much sex he was having.

By his senior year of high school, he was one of the tallest, most athletic kids in the class. And, as if no one was expecting it at all, he was elected his high school's prom king.

Through it all, Jungkook still didn’t find much reason to apologize. It was a strange word coming from his lips. He had always respected others enough to the point where it was rare that he really did anything wrong. Not because he was a person who didn’t have any negative thoughts or who didn’t indulge in negative actions. But Jungkook was always good at blending. If he wanted to do something bad, he did it with others. If he had negative thoughts, he pretended he didn’t. Big walls and big problems formed from his very own defense mechanism to never have to run into upsetting someone else from his presence.

His “jockiness” formed with his first girlfriend, Park Haneul. She was quite the opposite of Jungkook. If she had a problem, she’d say it right then and there with no warning or build-up to coat any of her insults. She also constantly had a problem with Jungkook, which made it really hard for him to understand why. He felt like he was doing all the right things — he listened to her, let her cry on his shoulder, hugged her when she was feeling down, made her tea when she was angry, gave up almost all his time for her, took her out on the over-ly expensive dates she demanded as a “make-up” technique. He did it all, and yet there were still fights and a dissatisfied girlfriend by the end of the day.

When he finally got fed up after being yelled at and told that he wasn’t being a good boyfriend, he figured he needed to say that he was sorry to make it right. However, it was really hard for him to muster the words to apologize.

Instead? He coated himself with the biggest percentage of confidence within himself that he could bring out.

And, well.

It worked.

His relationship with Haneul began to feel like a ride in a Rolls-Royce. Not a singular bump in the road or crack in the windshield could be felt. His relationship with her was smooth sailing. However, just because he couldn’t feel the bumps in the road or the cracks in the windshield, doesn’t mean they weren’t there.

Three years rolled by, and he couldn’t do it anymore. There was no "pop", no drive that made him feel this overwhelming sense of love he knew he was supposed to feel when she told him she loved him. It wasn't fair to either of them, and he couldn't take it anymore. Not when he realized that he wasn’t feeling anything when he looked into her eyes. Not when he looked in yours and felt the life of passion you lived through them.

He wanted that. He wanted to hold your face and stare into your eyes until he could learn how it felt to feel like you did. He wanted to be near you; to watch that fire in your eyes teach him how to live as you warmed his soul while doing so.

And so, he left in search of your fire. He searched and searched and searched until he found it in a coffee shop, covered in his coffee. With just a bat of your eyes, you became a nepenthe to him. Years of pining and tensity he spent while trying to find you lifted, and that desire to join you in life came back.

It was a strong desire for Jungkook to be everything to you. To be the reason you light up in flames and laugh until your stomach hurts and to be the person you run to when you need to feel safe. He wanted to do everything to you that you did to him. And he soon found himself in a crossfire between who he was in elementary school and who he was in high school. A heart of humility and good, so full of passion and warmth, competing with his defensive brain who so brutally reminded him of all the walls he built in order to protect that special heart of his.

It took reality to break his wall. While your aura warmed him, it also warmed everyone else. And you were in high demand to light aflame to whoever captured it first.

But the fact angered Jungkook. You’re not to be captured. You’re to be spread, just like a fire naturally would. And if he had to spend the rest of his life protecting your flame from those who dared misunderstood it, then he was going to do it with everything he had.

The intimacy of being understood was what made him fall in love with you. Though you slowly began melting his candle into the pores of your heart, that look in your eyes sped up the process. It was as if you held him hostage as you nodded your head, telling him that you understood, telling him that you loved him. Euphoria ripped through his body, that feeling of falling in love for the first time was excessive, almost abnormal as it took over his soul.

You single-handedly made him forget all of his grief — years of suffering he spent trying to balance himself and figure out who he was and what he wanted to feel in life. You gave him joy on a silver platter, handing it to him as if you didn't just find his true self protected behind all those walls.

It was then that he realized that you’re gonna be where all his paths end. You've embraced his weakness and helped him strengthen into this foreign body he knows is himself but better. That weak, confused boy at the center of thick walls and defense mechanisms and hurtful words stands with you by his side. He’s made it a mission to go about his new life, walking with you with the intent be everything to you that you are to him. This is the start and end of all lines. He does not want more. He just wants you. Only you, and you alone.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]