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lunaticsandidiots · 2 years

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long time coming

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synopsis: you find out about vigilante and it’s the final straw for something that was a long time coming.

pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, unhealthy relationships, break up, unhappy ending, explicit sexual content, explicit language, mentions of depression, mentions of violence

a/n: my deepest apologies for the following heartbreak. forreal this is the saddest thing ive ever written lmao, its lowkey a vent piece im not gonna lie to yall rn. anon requested some ‘therapy inducing angst’ so i said bet. i promise the next vigilante instalment will super duper fun

“They just kept me working late, babe, that’s all.”

It was an innocuous enough statement. At the time, you were proud of Adrian for finally knuckling down and working hard at something, even if it was just as a bus boy at Fennel Fields. You’d never known him to be the most reliable or logical, but that was the way he was, and you’d loved him regardless. Adrian’s nonsensical approach to life used to keep things fresh, constantly keeping you on your toes and ensuring your romance never saw a dull day.

In a strange way, you had grown used to his chaos. Hence why his first half a dozen unexplained absences were forgiven by you without question. You knew him too well. You knew that poking and prodding to pry an answer from him wouldn’t help you in the slightest. And you’d known him long enough that you trusted him. If someone came up to you in the street at that time, they wouldn’t be able to finish uttering the question, ‘would you trust him with your life?’ before your head started nodding assuredly.

How you wished now to be that person on the other end. To warn that spellbound, ignorant you from the past. To take them by the shoulders and shake some sense into them, to admonish them not to ignore the warning signs.

Adrian’s lack of accountability was only the harbinger of the heartbreak to come. A subconscious theme of indifference began to wash over every interaction the two of you shared, so subtle and undetectable that you weren’t able to find an explanation for those nights alone you cried yourself to sleep, or why your motivation and self esteem seemed to be in some sort of never-ending freefall. You can still vividly recall the last date the two of you ever went on.

Adrian took you to the same restaurant, where you both ordered the same meal. Afterwards, he took you to the same arcade, to play the same game, just to get the same score. He laughed that same, goofy, taunting laugh, picking you up and spinning you around the same way he always did to lighten the mood. After taking the two of you home on the same route, he hummed the same tune he always did as you stood in the same spots, brushing your teeth.

Everything was the same as it always was. The only difference, the only factor that set this night apart from all those other identical nights was the all consuming feeling of solitude. The realisation hit you like a tonne of bricks. The once abstract, indescribable feeling of paradoxical loneliness was now perfectly clear to you. If you had called out for him, Adrian would have rushed into the bedroom and been mere inches away from you in a matter of seconds. But you realised that even if you did that, even if you were to close the gap and press your lips against him, even if you knotted your hands in his hair and held him that close to you for the rest of your lives, he’d still feel a million miles away. No amount of physical proximity could make up for the light-years of emotional distance you had both been unknowingly fostering the entire time.

You were sat up in bed, your eyes starting to burn from how long they’d been harshly focussed on the bedroom wall in front of you when his voice shook you out of your daze. You wanted nothing more than to disclose your newfound realisation. To illustrate how isolated and confused you felt, to show him how detached the two of you had become. But you had no words. You had no idea how to rekindle the two strangers you had become. At that point, you didn’t even know if it was worth it anymore. To this day, you still don’t know if he ever noticed your anguish that night, or whether he did and just resolved to pretend he didn’t. Maybe he was going through the exact same thing in his own head; a prospect that brought an excruciating amount of pain with it.

Even more painfully, you can also still vividly recall the last fuck. The contrast of the glaringly obvious emptiness and your crippling sense of grief felt like it was stabbing you in the gut and twisting the knife with every one of his thrusts. You hid your gasps of sorrow behind every one of his grunts. Adrian knew you like he knew the back of his hand. His tongue knew the exact pattern and his fingers knew the exact angle to coax a blinding orgasm out of you. The tears welled in eyes as you felt yourself cum around his cock buried deep inside you, and they finally broke the seal, streaming down your face as you felt him pull out just in time, as he always did, to coat your stomach with his seed as he muttered empty praises into the crook of your neck with a laugh. Despite the absolute codependency, despite the complete and absolute knowledge of what made the other tick, it wasn’t enough to bridge the gap. You were strangers.

You remember when you found the mask. That stupid, god awful green mask with the obnoxious, red-tinted visor glaring back at you as you clutched it in your shaking hands. You recognised it from the news. All those pictures, all those stories of what the masked ‘vigilante’ had done. All the blood spilled and lives lost by his hand. All the constant danger he was in. All the constant danger he put you in. And he’d told you nothing of it. You couldn’t pinpoint how long he’d been fostering this second, secret life for, though you could recall news stories spanning at least a few months back.

You realised you’d been doing this too; in your own, very pedestrian and pathetic feeling way. Adrian had no idea how much you’d been suffering. He had no clue of all the god awful thoughts you’d been thinking, all the shame-filled pity parties, the bland, colourless existence you’d been living. That was the one thing you could never bring yourself to put on him, not entirely. Adrian stopped opening up you, and you did the same. You shut each other out.

You wondered if maybe your subconscious knew about his secret identity all along and this was its nonsensical, destructive way of protecting itself. Maybe it was your subconscious’ idea of some sordid, cataclysmic revenge plan, to get back at him for incubating this newer, cooler identity for himself in the shadows, waiting for it to hatch so he could climb on, leave you behind and never look back.

You tried to talk to Adrian one last time. To give it one more shot. You’d poured your entire being, your heart and soul into the relationship, and thought until at least a few months ago that he’d done the same. You wanted nothing more than for that to be enough to keep the fire going, even if it meant just blowing on a few, dull embers to keep them alive for a little longer. You can remember the moment he got home that night. His face was relaxed; it was neutral. Happy. Through your nervous haze, you could see his brown eyes crinkle into a smile. Through the ringing in your ears, you could hear his nasally voice chirping something to the tune of ‘How was your day babe?’. You couldn’t do it anymore.

Your feet carried you into your bedroom, you couldn’t hear the sliding of drawers or clinking of coat-hangers as you hastily shoved your most important belongings into a suitcase.

“Babe, what the fuck are you doing? What is happening right now?” he asked, arms outstretched in confusion. You could taste your tears as you swallowed them back, feeling them run down your throat.

“I know about Vigilante.” you replied curtly. A jolt of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you spoke your mind for the first time in months, compelling you to harshly sweep your arm across your nightstand, carelessly knocking all of it’s freight into the suitcase. You heard an exasperated sigh escape his lungs and tried to zip up your bag loudly enough to mask his poignant expression of frustration. When you turned to look at him, your heart broke into a million pieces. He looked angry. Perturbed. But behind the frustration, you could see the concern. His thick brows peaked in the centre of his forehead as he cautiously approached you, the same way one approaches a timid, stray cat.

“I have to leave, Adrian. Before this kills me.” you explained. You didn’t have the energy to explain in any more detail. Not then. You’d decided, for your own wellbeing, that in that moment, the only thing left for you to do was go. It only further broke your heart to realise that he had no idea what you really meant.

“Baby, I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll always keep you safe, you know that. You know me” he appeased, stepping closer with arms wide open, silently begging you to drop your bags and step into his embrace. Instead, you took a step back.

“I’m not worried about anyone else hurting me. It’s Vigilante.”

Adrian stepped closer, bowing his head to earnestly look you in the eye as he gently rested his hands on your arms that still held your bag firmly.

“It’s me, baby. I’m Vigilante. You don’t have any reason to be scared of me. You don’t have any reason to be scared of Vigilante. I promise I’ll always keep you far away from all that,” Adrian explained, shaking his head and chuckling in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I mean, you’ve never even seen me with the mask on.”

You sighed, shrugging his hands off your shoulders. Your eyes betrayed you and took a moment to revel in the face before you. His beautiful face. The face you knew so well you could shut your eyes and picture every last detail of it, down to the freckle. The face you thought you’d get to look at every day for the rest of your life. The face that once filled your heart to the brim with love, and painfully, filled it with love no longer. Your eyes flitted briefly towards the front door, and your keys dangling from the lock, then back to his face for the last time.

“And that’s exactly why I have to go.”

#i'm literally so sorry i dont know what came over me #i just had the idea and i couldn't rest until it was done #i promise the next piece will be really fun and fluffy and silly and light #oh god what have i done #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x reader #vigilante smut #adrian chase smut #z’s writing

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marireadshellblazer · 3 years

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Constantine TV Series Episode 4 “A Feast of Friends”

Aight, I feel the need to express some feelings about this episode. I’m not sure this is going to be terribly articulate, but I’ll do my best. Let’s do this.

First off, it’s obvious to anyone who has read Hellblazer that this episode is based off of the first two issues of the comic book series. As I wrote in my post about my experience reading it, these issues were the perfect way to start off the series. It’s like “BOOM! This is how it is! Get ready for some serious shit! This is your only warning; this is what you’re in for.” Even though they did change the story for the episode, I still absolutely loved it. The storyline from the comics is a favorite of mine, but even with the changes made in order to adapt it for TV, this was an awesome episode. In fact, it’s my favorite episode of the TV series. Here’s why!

Why is it episode 4?

Unlike the comics this story was adapted to be episode 4, meaning it doesn’t start the TV series. So, why wouldn’t it start the TV series? I think that you have to look at it from a few different perspectives.

Let’s start with the comic: Issues 1 and 2, titled Hunger and A Feast of Friends respectively, make up the first arc of the Hellblazer series. Most fans know, however, that Hellblazer is not John’s first appearance in comics; he got his own series after appearing throughout the American Gothic story arc of Swamp Thing. Consequently, many people came into Hellblazer at the time having some familiarity with the character. While this chapter does expand on John’s character some, this doesn’t serve as a major introduction to him. They just drop the reader into one of his nightmare-inducing everyday situations with little to no preparation. Those who are familiar with his role in Swamp Thing will, odds are, not find these issues to be terribly weird or particularly jarring considering it’s in a series about John; they have a good idea what they are in for.

Here is a quick run-down: John returns to his apartment in Paddington after dealing with the horror show that is the Brujeria in the Swamp Thing comics. Exhausted, he comes back to an unwelcome guest; Gary Lester. Gary is one of the friends who was involved in the Newcastle incident (which is fully explained in issue #11), which left each of them scarred in their own way. Gary dealt with the aftermath via drugs, which have left him wide open for other issues. After foolishly releasing a demon from a sacrificial victim, Gary runs to John for help dealing with the destruction said demon is causing. In this case it’s a hunger demon that causes people to feast upon whatever they greatly desire; food, a crucifix, and even an athlete committing autocannibalism. With help from club owner and Voodoo practitioner Papa Midnight, John betrays his vulnerable and trusting friend in order to stop the demon by instead making him the new sacrifice. Trapping the demon inside of Gary, the literal and figurative ghosts of John’s past haunt and torment him mentally as his friend dies slowly and in agony, ending this arc with a melancholy feeling. John stopped a demon, but at the cost of a friend who truly trusted and cared for him.

Using this story to begin the TV series as is, however, would have been more than a little strange. In the minds of most people outside of the comic book world, John Constantine was first introduced to them via the horrifyingly inaccurate Keanu Reeves film. (I love Keanu, I really do, but that film give me agita). Or, if they were introduced to the show after it had already aired, they are introduced via Matt Ryan’s masterful work portraying him in Legends of Tomorrow. While he does an incredible job in both Constantine and Legends (to the point where I find that I may simply be unable to accept anyone else taking on the role in live action) it depresses me terribly that Legends toned down John’s character so much with all the goofiness. It did not suit John at all! If anything, I find myself feeling sorry for Matt Ryan, who tried so hard to do John’s character justice. Uhg.

Anyway…Already, a lot of the audience is going to be more than a little taken aback by the Constantine series’ portrayal of the character, however comic book accurate he may be. This show is tailored to as wide of an audience as possible, meaning they expect that pretty much no one has read Hellblazer or Swamp Thing before. Consequently, having the series start by just dropping the audience into his crazy world, especially with this particular story arc, might not be the best idea. I’m not saying that his introduction is done super well with the first episode (it’s not a total wreak, but there are issues) but it would have been much harder to start with A Feast of Friends.

Characterization

Now, let’s look at it from another angle: characterization. As the 4th episode this was, odds are, done assuming that there would be a lot more episodes after this (oh, the painful reality), but really the viewers are still just getting to know John. So, these early episodes are supposed to establish his character. They see him as knowledgeable and ready to handle the weird and scary in the first episode, and in 2 and 3 you see that he is serious about his work, a loner, weirdly well prepared, and how he interacts with others. While in some situations he does come off like a douche, his douche-ness is on full display in this episode. Honestly, this is accurate to how he is in the comics; he’s a nasty piece of work, after all. A world class bastard. He gives Gary shit for his drug addiction pretty much the entire episode as well as his choice to mess with a demon and the chaos it made that he now has to fix. He, like in the comics, tricks Gary into helping him and it results in a slow, painful death for the man. Gary really did trust John, and not only did John betray him, but he was callous about it. Now, that’s not to say that the situation and Gary’s death doesn’t bother him, and this is also seen in both the episode and the comic, but John solders through a lot of it with his mask of stoic indifference; he blatantly a deliberately betrays his friend without much hesitation.

John’s characterization in the show is really important. While fans of Hellblazer know what they are in for (John being a dick, betraying people, sacrificing friends, etc) the wide audience the show was meant to appeal to might not respond well to that. How is the audience supposed to relate to a character whose major personality trait in this arc is to basically be a douche (even if it is justified in a way)? Generally speaking, TV shows try to have a lot of characters with redeeming traits and very basic bitch personalities so that as much of the audience as possible can relate to them in some capacity. They can describe the main character as “cool, quirky, sweet, loving, etc” because that is what network television strives for. The point is for the audience to relate to and find a lot of reasons to like the character, especially the main character. The audience is supposed to be able to see the qualities of the character in themselves. An example of a douchy character being changed for network television is the titular character in TV series Lucifer. He can be an asshat at times, but his redeeming qualities shine through in pretty much every episode; he’s helpful, has a strong sense of justice, and cares about Chloe. He often goes out of his way to understand others, although he often misses the mark, and tries to fix problems and issues that he accidentally creates in order to keep relationships with others. These are things people can relate to, and although he can be rather uncouth, it’s played for laughs, and he has more redeeming qualities than not. If the Constantine series started off with John coldly betraying a friend after giving him shit for his addiction the entire episode with not a lot of his positive traits coming through, from the perspective of most people, this might not be a good way to try and connect with the audience. I’m not saying there are people who don’t/won’t, but again, this is network television and they tend to play on the safe side.

Comic book -> TV

Ok so let’s move onto the meat of this; the changes made to the story. People always complain when something isn’t totally accurate to the book down to every last detail (Harry Potter *cough cough*) and making story and character changes to adaptions of comic books is nothing new. However, to be fair, there are some legitimately good reasons for this. Time, money, limits technology wise, and pacing are good examples. The most important thing to consider, in my opinion, is that we are going from a comic book to television. Literally, that is the most important thing. Essentially, what the writers had to do when adapting this story for the show was carry over the plot from one medium to another, which is tricky.

What’s a medium? A medium is a platform that allows a message to be shared or presented. So, using the medium of a comic book is how Jamie Delano was able to share his message; the story of John Constantine. The writers of the television series then had to adapt the story from comics, a visual and written medium, into a different kind of visual medium with different features to it; stage craft, voice, music, etc.

Comic books have features for story telling; the size and placement of the panels, the writing, word bubbles, narration bubbles, colors, art style, etc. The pro’s to this are that you don’t get paragraph after paragraph describing a place or a person; they literally show them to you and the art presents those details. They also allow for the art to take in the reader emotionally through what the images convey; messy art, sudden loss of color, or even a sudden blank page after a tragic event are simple yet effective ways to convey emotion that are, at times, difficult or downright impossible to put into words. And sometimes the writer wants to leave things to interpretation or allude to something without saying it outright. While this can be done in writing, it can be done through the art as well, and depending on how skilled the artist or creative a set up can be just as effective if not more.

In television storytelling can be done with another wide array of features. Close-ups on the actors, the actors and their performance in general, music, background narration, changes in location, lighting, ect. This allows for emotions to come across in different ways; the quality of the acting can make or break the effectiveness of the scene, and music and lighting can alter the message or feel of scene in order to change or heighten the point, pacing, the use of CGI or practical effects, etc. So, keeping this in mind, there are many features that are exclusive to film that are not in comic books, and vice versa. So, as you can imagine, adapting the stories or message from one medium to another is nowhere near as straightforward as people like to think it is. In other words, I tend to give the writers/actors/etc a break when it comes to adaption because, honestly, there is a lot that goes into it and it’s not like I could do better, honestly. I mean, there are piss poor adaptions, I’m not gunna lie, but there are a lot of them that I think don’t get enough credit simply because it’s “different” in some ways.

Aight, let’s first refer back to what I said earlier concerning the comic; these issues aren’t so much an intro to John as they are literally following him from the end of the American Gothic arc in Swamp Thing and to his apartment where he gets involved with more shit (no rest for the wicked, amirite?). So, again, not a good way to start the TV series. In the TV show, they also have to tie in the changes they set up in the previous episodes. Continuity, my friends.

So, what is different? Here are a few things: John having a safe house, being in the US, Chaz being American and also not involved, Zed being involved and being Latina, the new angel character Manny, and the absence of Papa Midnight really change a lot about the story. The heart of it is John’s relationship with Gary and the defeat of the demon, which thankfully remains unchanged at it’s core. This is the central idea that drives this story and I think that idea was actually done a bit better in the film medium than in the comic.

Keeping all of these factors and all of these changes that needed in order to keep things consistent with the TV show’s changes, let’s get into why I think that this episode is good even with the changes, but why I love it.

I love It

After taking some time to consider things, I realize that what really makes this episode great is the actors; specifically, Matt Ryan and Jonjo O'Neill. The chemistry between them is undeniable. The way they look at each other and how they talk to each other really makes you feel like, at one time at least, they were friends. The scene where Gary swipes the ID badge and says “I learned from the best” is a great example of this. The look on his face and John’s; I don’t have a real eloquent way to say it. I just sort of feel it.

The retcon of Gary’s character really helps with this. Being that Gary is introduced and then killed off in two issues, you don’t really get to know his character in the comics. He’s only in one episode of the TV series, yet he feels more fleshed out. Soul was added to the character. Showing his struggles with addiction, as well as what I suspect to be depression and PTSD, really humanized him. In the episode, he was more than just a desperate, annoying junky; he was a flawed and relatable human being. Who hasn’t made a mistake? How many people have made BIG mistakes with consequences difficult to handle? How many people are haunted by their actions from the past? Addiction and the effects is has on people is devastating. I’m glad that they kept the ending true to the comics, but the way he was portrayed in the episode really made me feel for Gary in this case. It almost made me hope that maybe he really would get better, and have the chance at redemption that he was trying so desperately to find. But it wouldn’t be a John Constantine series without an ending like this one; John loses a friend and slowly digs himself deeper into hell.

Of course, it’s the ending of the episode that people really remember best. It’s the scenes that solidified, at least for me, Matt Ryan as John Constantine. It’s what really helped me have faith in the series. Watching it now, and seeing what really could have been, makes the episode somewhat bitter sweet for me. I felt like this is when the series really found it’s footing; the acting, storytelling, and how well arcs from Hellblazer could be adapted. This is where I think Matt Ryan hit his stride and we could see what he was really capable of as an actor if they let him spread his wings. In the earlier episodes I was honestly unsure. He looked the part, but the soul of the character had not really had a chance to shine through.

How John treats Gary at the end really made a difference, too. Holding him while he was in pain, and sitting with him as he died in agony; these simple yet effective changes really drove home John’s humanity in the face of evil and the tough decisions he has to make. The look he gives many at the very end, the anger and sorrow he seems to be struggling to hold back, is haunting.

In this episode, Matt Ryan’s love and dedication to John’s character shine. Seeing the story in live action gave this story a stronger impact. Even without a lot of the social commentary that was present in the comic, the live action element is what really helps drive the story home. I think it’s because it’s real people showing these very real emotions that can be hard to translate into art. Not to say that John Ridgway did a bad job, but it’s different in live action.

I hope I was able to get these thoughts across. I wasn’t sure if I should share this or not, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time. I know this is sort of jumbled, but hopefully it’s not a total mess to read.

#Constantine #Constantine TV Series #Hellblazer #Vertigo #Vertigo Comics #DC #DC Comics #Matt Ryan #John Constantine

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winterrose527 · 2 years

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Robb x Theon (as friends or even romantic if you want to interpret that way!)

Oh my gosh, the chaos duo. I answered this as friends only because the chaos potential is so much greater.

Who is the fussy eater: Robb is fussier but both of them are human garbage disposals.

Who is most likely to punch the other person’s sibling: I've changed this to 'who is most likely to GET punched by the other's sibling' and it is absolutely Theon.

Who wants to go to Disneyland: Theon, goofy hat and all.

Who hates public transport: Neither of them mind it. Robb is like 'it's just so efficient' and Theon likes to pick up girls on it.

Who gets arrested: I mean both of them on the night of Sansa and Jon's first date but Theon has been arrested more than Robb (it helps that Robb's uncle is on the force PLUS he doesn't shit talk cops the way Theon does so he's often gotten let off with a warning whereas Theon has been taken in to the station)

Who is great with kids: Robb. Theon is either indifferent, inappropriate (and Myrcella is NEVER letting him babysit again after he showed her daughter a scary movie), or too invested and the kids sense his desperation.

Who ends up covered in glitter as a prank: Theon.

Who has a weird coffee order: Theon is no longer allowed to drink coffee.

Who gets up before 6am to exercise: Neither of them, they are some sleepy boys

Who hogs the netflix account: Theon has his own account because no one will share with him, Robb is busy hogging Jon's.

Who knows all the lyrics to super horrendous bubbly pop songs: Robb. It is absolutely Sansa's fault.

Who proposes: Neither of them. When Robb is pranking Jon by proposing to him every day for a month in the cafeteria (cc @sansastarkr) Theon is jealous about it.

Who does petty shit when they’re annoyed: Both of them do petty shit for fun

Who would take on stupid ridiculous dares: Both of them.

Who can’t sing but always does anyway: Robb. His voice is so terrible.

Who screams at someone in public for making bigoted comments: Theon, Robb has other methods of dealing with it.

Who freaks out about spiders: Theon, see my answer about Jon & Robb with how Robb feels about spiders

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santadiablv · 3 years

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◜ . · 𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ! 𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏! ◜ . ·

hey goofy goobers , it’s isla w my bb miss inez cadaval . please have this messy intro that lichrally makes no cents . . . anyways plot w me on discord @la llorona#5226 . ty that is all .

◜ . · 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔

name: inez cadaval

species : original shapeshifter

age : 519

pronouns: she / her

occupation: n/a

◜ . · 𝒃𝒊𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚

›› it’s ironic really how something so vicious and vengeful could become transformed by the saints . . . inez, before she was more girl then wolf, was the second daughter of three. as the middle child she bore no real expectation, neither the older to bear the weight of responsibility nor the youngest to indulge on the spoils of favoritism. she lived a meager life as an unmarried woman who enjoyed the frills of the middle class, often tenderhearted enough to write poetry by the banks of the river. she loved the serenity that solitude brought her and found herself pulling away from her family as she journeyed across the americas with an insatiable appetite to fall in love with the unknowable. when she returned, she’d found that her family had moved to a remote land that was scarcely populated. she hated the idea of moving so far from the home she remembered, away from a society she rather enjoyed, but it was upon the insistence of her family that they would build their own home, bigger than the one they had before, that forced her to stay.

›› the night of the land dispute, inez and was sound asleep when suddenly the shots of a gun rang out. startled out of her sleep, she, her sisters and mother waited as her father returned, stains of blood smeared across his skin and clothes. terror arose in her life a bird taking flight, but her father was adamant that he was defending their land. morning broke along the horizon, and an unsettling feeling seemed to loom in the shadows of their house. light filtered through the open window and suddenly struck her as she lay awake in her bed; the transformation, though sent by the divine, tore her apart like a wolf mauling its prey. bones tore and re-arranged in painstakingly slow process that lasted hours, relenting just as night broke once more. a creature of white fur and sharp teeth, inez lost herself to the creature she’d become, stalking through the wilderness with vicious intent. for a year inez was trapped within her wolf form, unable to latch onto the humanity to bring her back.

›› a witch came upon her one night, a spirit liken to hers that saw her for what she was; come back mija, the witch said. agony ripped her apart as she was brought back to her human form, and with a startling reality inez remembered that she had once been a girl. her mind reeled, body trembled as she reconciled that she’d lost so much of herself in the viciousness of what she’d been before. she did not return immediately to her family, did not seek to find them. a wolf trapped in the flesh of a woman, inez leaned into that viciousness, bitterness festering the more time went on.

›› in all honesty , she didn’t give much thought to her banishment from st. diablo. when she returned to st. diablo, she found no purpose to keep her anchored long enough , she was always leaving and going as she pleased. inez her agonizing immortality roaming across the world and spreading chaos wherever she went. though inez has passing investment in staking her claim in st. diablo , she doesn’t have much interest in seeking vengeance for her banishment.

›› inez is how do u say . . . unhinged siqbdhhd . she’s incredibly vicious to the people who have wronged her , especially those who have betrayed her trust in any way. she’s a bit of a hypocrite tho cause she’ll be the first to backstab if it benefits her in any way. when it comes to those she genuinely cares about, which is few and far between, she’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no harm ever comes to them. inez is not cunning or manipulative because most of the time she’s too impulsive to be so calculating. she’s the ‘what u see is what u get’ kind of person that doesn’t try to pretend that she’s a good person. inez has softened in the sense that she’s not as vicious as she once was, she’s more indifferent then anything and doesn’t really care what people say or do.

#stdiablo.intro #its messy innit

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cinnaminsvga · 3 years

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i aspire to be a cinnaminsvga taehyung in life. the shamelessness. the insanity. the sharpness in direct juxtaposition of the total indifference towards moral And decency. just totally bananas on main, but also very valid. the only law is true emotion. the only emotion is Hunger. for what? a mystery. not a day goes by when being selfrighteous is skipped. the unexpected is expected. chaos is a given. friends remain inconditional. i will become this man.

he’s literally that secretly overpowered side character in animes that acts all goofy and stupid but once they’re forced to unlock their true power, all hell breaks loose and i love that trope to death LMAO

secretly, i am also aspiring to be like taehyung... dude has friends that will back him up no matter what morally grey choices he makes, and i love that for him... he hungers not for power, but for Life... the Experience... he is a god not in name but in action

#this ask is sending me HDKSJSJSJ the way u worded it is so funny #anonie ily and i hope u can become cinnaminsvga!tae soon #ur process has already begun #Anonymous #answered

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eleanore-delphinium · 4 years

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[DamiRae AU] I Remember You

NOTE: Post- JLDAW (New)Timeline

Part 1: DamiRae Week 2020: Bound Together

Part 2: DamiRae Week 2020: Soulmates

Part 3: DamiRae Week 2020: Marriage

Part 4: I remember you (You Are Here)

I Remember You

Damian Wayne was looking at Jump City from the rooftop of the Titan’s tower. He was in his casual wear all in black. In fact, it was the most casual outfit he actually wore, a black hood with black fitted slacks and black dress shoes.

Raven had just arrived at the rooftop; she was wearing her hero uniform, her hood down. She walks to Damian quietly, whose back was facing Raven. There was a bulge within her upper robes.

It was odd seeing Damian Wayne in such casual attire. Raven couldn’t help but feel a tug at her heart. After all, he had said that he never took off his robin uniform unless it was to shower. But here he is, in the most casual attire she had ever seen him in. And it felt wrong.

She did not know why she felt it was wrong and it makes her furrow her brows and freeze for a moment. His back facing her made her think of thoughts that she had been trying to banish for some time now.

And somehow Raven was able to continue to go to Damian, the steps she took was an unconscious effort on her part. For the duration she felt as though she was walking on a tightrope.

“Hey.” She absent-mindedly called out to him. For a second, she was surprised at the sound of her voice, which breaks the chaos in Raven’s head. Damian turns to look at Raven with a quirked-up brow noticing the odd bulge in her robes.

“Ta-da!” She says with a smile as she opens up her robe for him to see the black puppy in her arm with a red collar. She had forgotten the thoughts that was replaying in her mind prior.

Damian looks at the puppy the already quirked-up brow seeming to be even more emphasized.

“It’s for you if you haven’t figured it out yet.” Raven says with a teasing smile. And he rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Of course, it is for me.” Damian stares at the pup with a cold gaze but as the seconds tick his facial expression softened. He reaches out for the puppy.

“You haven’t named him, have you?” He asks Raven as he glances up at her, and she shakes her head in response.

“But I don’t know why he kind of looks like a—” Raven says as a gust of wind suddenly blows, making her robes rustle against itself as Damian took the puppy off of her hands. With her hands freed she pinned her hair up against her head as she closes her eyes.

“Titus.” They both had said together, Raven saying it the loudest and Damian whispering it under his breath as though in a trance. The puppy fully in his hands. And it felt right.

“Yes, I think that is a rather befitting name.” Damian replied as the sudden gust of wind softened and disappeared. Raven glances at him in confusion, she could have sworn he had said something.

And for a moment Raven had thought that another image had overlapped over Damian. Her face twists in confusion, to which Damian glances at her in worry. It was an image very much similar to how Damian was standing now. However, the face was blurry and she felt as though the context was slightly different from the present.

Raven felt his worry and before he could voice it out, she simply says. “Dust had gotten into my eye.” As she rubs her right eye for show. And the image that she could almost clearly see was forgotten, as though she never saw it. Well, because to Raven she had never seen it, and if she does recall she had such an image in her head, it would not be as clear or lack thereof, as that moment Damian picked up the puppy.

“Thank you.” Damian absentmindedly say, despite being an unconscious thanks it was very sincere. And even though he was not fully aware, the words rolled off so seamlessly when directed at Raven.

Damian looks back at Jump City when he had realized what he had just said. And Raven smiles at his embarrassment as she looks at Jump City too.

Who would have known that he and her would become relatively close friends? No one could have guessed it, though admittedly the probability was high.

Raven closes her eyes as she took in a deep breath and another gust of wind hits the pair. And she felt a familiar warmth crept up her chest and enveloped her. She felt love.

She does not notice the careful observing glance from a pair of green eyes beside her. As the warmth in her chest translated into a wistful smile. And the smile to Damian translated as a frown with furrowed brows.

~.~.~.~.~

They had gotten very close—Damian and Raven. And often than not they would hang out together. And one of those places—one of their favorite places—was the Titan’s rooftop.

The sun was still high up and Raven who was in her casual wear, had been on the rooftop for over half an hour now. She was leaning on the balustrade with her arms resting on top, as she stares out at the open water beneath longingly. She was still lost in her thoughts when Damian stood beside her. He observes her for a moment and looked out at the water consumed with his own thoughts too.

When almost fifteen minutes had passed, that was when she had noticed that the space beside her was occupied. A plethora of emotions coming out from the same spot but she had not registered it and she turns her head to see Damian. He notices her movement and looks at her.

Raven’s stiffened expression softened gently with the realization of the familiar features. And her heart tugged. A small grief looking smile was on her lips as she looked away from Damian and into the water below again.

“You must have noticed.” She said softly as her brows furrowed and softened with a sigh. Damian remains quiet and let her talk and clarify herself. She turns around to lean against the balustrade with her elbows resting on the fence.

“I had a crush on Dick.” She ruffles her hair with her right hand. Saying it aloud for the first time, she found that the words were so foreign in her mouth. But she does not notice the brief moment where Damian’s brows furrowed and his lips formed into a frown, as she was facing the opposite direction from Damian’s view. As she puts her right elbow back on the balustrade, she turns to face Damian.

“For the longest time I had liked him.” She said again, the tone in her voice was soft and rather resigned. He tilts his head to her direction, his emotions masked.

“I liked him. I mean I still do. But—I think—well before you ask. Kori doesn’t know, and when the two dated… I understood. Seeing Dick and Kori together—that how I liked him wasn’t as romantic as I had thought. I think—I knew—that I liked him for the wrong reasons.” Damian waits patiently as she sorted her thoughts and the next words she wanted to say. His face wearing the schooled expression of indifference.

“But then I met Tim—and it invoked the same feelings I had for Dick. And for a moment—I had thought that I had liked him romantically too, but—I was wrong again.” She gave an empty smile as she recalled her emotions when faced with Tim or Dick. “Their black hair—Azar. Their black hair and they’re back facing me always stirs emotions from within me that I don’t really understand where it came from. It felt right and wrong. Especially when I see them or pictures of them in their Robin uniform. But the thing is—when I see their eyes—a feeling of overwhelming mismatch hits me. And the crush I thought I have would subside and becomes replaced with dissatisfaction.” Damian turns to face Raven and was startled to see her troubled look. He had words he wanted to tell her but were lost when he saw her expression. Her eyes weren’t even looking at him.

“I can’t fall in love with every Robin that comes my way—” Her eyes flickers at Damian for a moment, a small goofy smile directed at him and it disappears quickly. “Or every boy with black hair.” She shakes her head with an empty smile on her lips as she turns her body again to face the waters. “When I see someone with black hair—I feel a knot in my chest.” She looks out at the water with a darkened gaze.

“It feels like I’m supposed to remember someone—supposed to be looking for someone.” She sighs. “You see Damian, I don’t know when it had started but I have been having dreams. These dreams for as long as I could remember—but the thing is-- I don’t remember them. I do know that these dreams caused me to have such a strong longing for this stranger.” Raven reaches out for the necklace against her collar bone. “I love him. All I know is that I love him. And that the stranger is a male without a doubt-- a male. And I vaguely—so very vaguely recall black hair. And warmth—" And a genuine smile is on her lips. “And a certain warmth against my lips.” She shakes her head as she softly chuckled and put her arm back on the fence.

“You know I tried looking for him—but how could I when I don’t even have a solid clue. And I kind of hoped that maybe one day he’d just appear and I would recognize him instantly. But that is becoming rather unlikely.” And she pauses to stare at the very silent Damian, his brows looked as though it wanted to meet one another but he was fighting the urge to. At his schooled expression of indifference. She knew that he wanted her to finish and vent everything out, so she continues.

“Which leads me to my current decision.” To this Raven’s gaze met Damian’s green eyes. His intention was just to glance at her but her gaze caught his completely. “I want to let him go.” There was clarity in Raven’s violet eyes and turmoil in the set of green eyes looking at her. She looks away from him and stuck her hand out the fence and observed it as she turned it so that her palm faced the sky.

“I will let him go. It’s not like I will know him when we meet. And if we do meet—well-- I honestly don’t want to keep falling in love with every Robin.” She says every Robin rather mockingly with a roll of her eyes as a joke. “But seriously-- I don’t want to keep looking at someone as if ‘hey this might be him’. It’s just dumb.” She adds as she shakes her head. And there was just silence. She allowed Damian to have a moment to let what she had shared sink in. And minutes passed, and Raven refuses to glance at him.

“I actually decided to strengthen my empathetic shield. So, I can’t actually feel how your feeling, and all I can do is make guesses of what you feel on your expression. Unless the emotion is really, really strong to which I would be able to identify briefly what it is your feeling.” She added as nonchalantly as she could, however she was nervous at how he would view her due to this particular information. “I want to be able to feel—love—or a crush because I actually like someone—not because I am chasing a shadow.”

And because of her strengthened empathetic shield, she missed to feel the turmoil in Damian. The words he could not put together and could not correlate with his inner conflict. And her adamant refusal to glance his way with everything that she had just revealed. She failed to see or feel Damian’s true response to her words. His inner response that words could not explain.

Was he supposed to comfort her?

With a sigh he finally says, “So, is this a confession?” his tone soft to curb his inner self. And she turns too look at him, a wary expression on her face at first but as she met his gentle eyes devoid of any form of conflict, her face warms up with a soft smile.

“Yeah, I can’t really tell Kori that I had liked her boyfriend. But I guess telling you that I liked your brothers is just as odd—but you’re the closest friend I have. And finally letting out all this information that I have been holding in—makes me feel so much better.” And Damian nods truly understanding how relieving it must have felt.

“I am glad then, that you decided to confide in me. And that I have such a great person I can call a friend.” And Raven’s small smile grew bigger.

“Did Damian Wayne, just thanked me?” She teases and he quirks a brow at her ready to rebuke, but was unable to as Raven’s joyous laughter captures his attention and he found himself grinning.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

I have so many fanfiction plans for DamiRae.

(e.g. Fantasy(Maleficent inspired); Modern Angst; Crossover…)

And I will try to write them, but I have classes, it might take some time.

And I have arcs for this timeline to work on too, and another Fanfic I am currently writing.

Just take note of titles, because that should indicate the timeline.

Hope you enjoyed this teaser!

This timeline is named: Familiarity (also in my ao3 account under Eleanore_Delphinium)

In my ff.net account, in a DamiRae Collection for achieving Tumblr posts.

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baepop · 5 years

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PRIVATE // 1

You meet a captivating stranger whose sudden appearance stirs the unrequited feelings of your best friend.

Word Count: 7.5k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Slight angst/fluff, slight smut (aka: the buildup)

A/N: Happy pride month bitches! Bisexual fic coming your way!

Everything about Jennie was as proper as could be. Her shoes never seemed to scuff, not even the pair with the studs that she loved so much; her pleated skirts never dared utter a single wrinkle and if you ever thought to see a hair out of place, even after a session of hot yoga, well…you’d thought wrong. When Jennie first started coming around, you swore she was some park avenue princess with the way she insisted on paying for meals and buying you things without having known each other long. You two had met through a friend of a friend at a mellow house party but never exchanged social media or anything. You just couldn’t see yourself befriending her, preferring instead to focus on your studies for your senior year of college. Making it to these parties occasionally and chatting up strangers for a while was all you really had time for. So it was much to your surprise running into Jennie at a café on campus that you frequented weekday afternoons whenever you didn’t have class or work. She had tapped you on your shoulder then embraced your figure once you turned around to see who was invading your personal space. That day she had on a canary yellow peacoat and her hair smelled of coconut, two things you’d noticed as her arms lingered around your frame for a beat too long. The next day she wore a mauve peacoat that perfectly complimented the blush on her cheeks. Next was periwinkle and then taupe before you finally asked her why she was suddenly such a fan of the coffee on your campus seeing as how she wasn’t a student at the university.

“Well, I…I’m not actually. The coffee here is subpar and don’t even get me started on the tea selection.” You stared at her with a blank expression until she defeatedly sighed and placed her mug on the table. “You didn’t give me your number before you left Yoongi’s party. And when I asked him for it, he refused to give it to me and instead told me I could probably find you here.” You both sat there staring at each other for what seemed like minutes before you gave up, breaking eye contact to sip on your coffee and turn to the next page in your psychology book. At that point you didn’t care why she wanted to befriend you so bad, but you also didn’t care enough to push her away, so you two sat there in comfortable silence as you went over this week’s cognitive dissonance chapter. You figured you had made a good impression at the party and she probably didn’t have much going on to keep herself busy.

It didn’t take long for Jennie to weasel her way into being your best friend despite your callous indifference of her incessant presence in the coffee house. It also wasn’t a coveted title to obtain as you hadn’t been a social butterfly lately. It took a good amount of begging before she convinced you to sign up for yoga classes with her, held on the evenings 4 floors below her penthouse, only a month after she began visiting you on campus. At that point, you hadn’t minded her company so much anymore as you got to know the goofy yet intelligent aspects of her personality that vibed well with your own. If you were being truthful with yourself, you were happy Jennie had managed to become a good friend of yours because things had gotten stale and lonely having only your schoolwork and job to focus on. Still, however, Jennie remained an enigma to you as generally people of her stature didn’t go out of their way to befriend someone like you, especially when you’ve made them work for it. One night, you agreed to go up to her place for a glass of wine after yoga and that’s when all the walls finally came down. The façade of her perfect image came tumbling down as she admitted to feeling immense pressure to be who everyone else thought she was. She also admitted to finally feeling seen that night you two met at Yoongi’s party when you complimented the song she played on the stereo. Everyone was complaining about her music choices being too mellow to dance to but once you had arrived at the party you loved the strum of the guitar you heard as you sipped on your drink and decided to compliment whoever it was that was playing the song. The memory of her babbling into her glass for 45 minutes as her top knot loosened and drooped over her forehead was a warm one that never quite left you. And it was also the same night where you started to finally let her in.

***

“Let’s get pizza.” Jennie looked up from scrolling on her endless Instagram feed at the sound of her stomach rumbling.

Without looking up from your phone, you shook your head no and replied, “Nah, sorry I have to tutor that kid in a bit, remember?” Jennie sucked her teeth and solemnly went back to her phone screen.

“Why did you agree to do that anyway?” she whined childishly.

“You know I could really use the money Jen. A girls got bills.” You sighed as you scrolled past a beautiful pair of boots advertised on your timeline.

“I will literally buy you whatever you want, you know that.” Jennie rolled her eyes as her face settled into a pout while leaning her head into her palm.

“I know, and that’s the problem.” You chuckled bitterly. “I’ve got way too many family members born next month so I need to save up some money for presents. You can come shopping with me if you want.”

“Ugh okay, but I’m not letting you drag me into another thrift shop! Those places give me the heebie-jeebies! Who knows what ---”

The alarm on your phone signaling the tutoring session approaching interrupted Jennie mid-sentence. You shot her an apologetic look as her pout became even more pronounced. “We can get pizza when I’m done. Gotta go for now though! Text ya later.” You swung your bookbag across your shoulder and swiftly entered the elevator that would take you to the main floor. As you descended through all 21 floors, you recalled how uncomfortable it was to hang out at her place in the beginning stages of your budding friendship. Now you’ve gotten so used to the obscure paintings on the walls and expensive decorations that you wondered if it was you who was making space for her eccentricity in your life or if it was her lavish lifestyle that was making way for boring old you. Just then the doors swung open into the hustle and bustle of the lobby, effectively interrupting your train of thought as you blended into the chaos of busy people.

***

“Jeon Jungkook?” You bent over to peer at the brown-haired boy who was huddled over his laptop’s screen. This café on campus was one of the less popular ones, which made it easier to assume this boy was your tutee as he was the only one at the café apart from a girl hunched over a table lightly snoring. He peered up at you in a double-take then settled on the screen of his laptop as he ferociously jabbed on the directional keys of the keyboard.

“Yeah, that’s me…are you the…tutor?” His distractedness during your introduction confused you before you glanced at his computer and realized he was in the middle of an online SMITE match. Normally you would be content in waiting for him to finish before you could start the session but the idea of missing out on pizza annoyed you. You decided to close his laptop shut and keep your finger on top of it until he was forced to give you his undivided attention.

“Hi! I’m (Y/N), your English tutor. If you don’t mind, I have plans later so I’d like to get started as soon as possible.” You plastered a wide smile on your face. The boy, too stunned to respond, sat there frozen as you dropped your book bag onto the chair and began taking out a notebook and a pencil.

“Sorry.” You heard him mumble under his breath but pretended not to hear it to avoid an awkward moment. Instead, you smiled at him again and asked exactly what he needed help with. “We’re reading this book in class right now and there’s a book report due next week. The language is really obscure, and I don’t even know how to begin analyzing the context.” You picked up his copy of the book and fanned the worn out pages.

“Well, lucky for you this is one of my favorite books! So I can actually help you a lot with your report.” You handed the book back to him with a smile and wink. Jungkook instantly blushed and chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks in advance, I have a feeling I’ll be needing a lot of your help.” Jungkook’s quick sweep of your body didn’t go unnoticed but nonetheless, you decided to dive into the tutoring session. It was hard to ignore the butterflies in your stomach throughout as you noticed more and more how boyishly handsome he was and what a nice smile he had. The possibility of him being into you made it harder to concentrate and made you blush when you accidentally had skin to skin contact while taking a paper from his hands. Being flustered was extremely unlike you, but you credited your sudden lameness to your year-long lack of sex. Taking a deep breath gave you a moment of clarity and the resolve to finish the session as professionally as possible.

“So…when can I see you again? For tutoring I mean?” Jungkook tried hard to stay as nonchalant as possible but his crooked smile directed downwards as he packed up his belongings gave it away. During the session you realized he didn’t need much help at all and would most likely only need the one day of tutoring. Nonetheless, you decided to take the bait, but not without making him work for it.

“If you feel the need for more tutoring sessions you can schedule an appointment on the school’s website.” With that, you swiftly zipped up your book bag and headed out of the coffee shop.

***

It only took a couple days to receive Jungkook’s request for a follow-up tutoring session set for Thursday of next week. You chuckled in the bright glow of your computer’s screen that shown brightly in your dark room. When you clicked on the notification to expand the details of his request, you noticed the location preference was set to his dorm room. Your light chuckle turned into a breathy laugh. This kid had balls, you had to admit. You kept waiting for his cheekiness to rub you the wrong way sober you up but the more signs he showed of interest the more you were inclined to entertain them. It wasn’t like you to let the other person take charge in your relationship, preferring instead to be completely transparent from the beginning and taking joy in asking the other out. You didn’t care much for games and titles but the one of “dominant” given to you by your freshman year friends was not lost on you. You, instead, chose to embrace it and accept that your ‘take charge’ attitude would turn off undesirable suitors and attract the kind of people you could actually be with. You leaned back in your chair and sipped on your tea before hitting the “accept” button and shutting off your computer.

That night you tried to fall asleep but too many thoughts of your upcoming graduation, approaching due dates for schoolwork and a very cute brunette junior kept you up until dusk. Just when you finally started to drift off to sleep, you felt a soft dip in the bed that instantly woke you.

“Sorry, sorry...” Jennie whispered as she got under the covers. You looked at her incredulously before she responded again, “I couldn’t sleep and your bed is comfy. Also, you left your keys attached to the door again. You should really be more careful (Y/N).” You hummed in agreement, too tired to address her forced entry into your apartment and settling to be big spoon for the night.

The obnoxious sounds of your phone’s alarm awoke both of you with a start. Jennie grumbled and pressed a pillow to her ears. “It is an ungodly hour to be awake! Turn it off!” You immediately grabbed your phone and hopped out of bed to start getting ready for work. “What are you doing?” Jennie rubbed her eyes and squinted at you through the golden morning rays shining through the discombobulated shutters on your bedroom window.

“I have work in an hour. We can’t all be sleeping princesses until noon.” You stuck your tongue out at her before beginning to brush your teeth. Jennie rolled her eyes and went back to bed. She was already long used to your poking fun at her lazy and rich lifestyle, choosing to simply ignore your quips.

You managed to get ready at a record-breaking speed of 20 minutes. As you slipped the last shoe on, you peered at Jennie whose body lay impossibly still under the covers with her shiny black hair spilling out onto your pillow like plant roots. You decided to tip toe over to check if she was already sleeping. You didn’t want to wake her, so you settled for moving her bangs out of her eyes and whispering “I’ll see you after work” before heading out for the day. You could’ve sworn you noticed her blushing but figured it was all in your imagination.

***

Working at the boutique wasn’t your favorite thing in the world but the pay was decent. You had started working there your sophomore year after seeing a “help wanted” ad in the window of a small men’s formal suiting shop. You were at the downtown fashion district with your usual group of freshman year friends killing time and decided there wasn’t any harm in filling out an application at the counter. The job had looked easy enough, but after getting hired you soon learned differently. You realized just how difficult it was to take charge of older men in conversations about men’s suiting, and even more so dressing them. It took a lot of guts and studying men’s fashion before you grew into your own at the shop. The effort you started putting into your job along with increasingly difficult classes had you falling out of contact with those same friends. You had to admit that the thought of growing apart from your friends was much less painful than you thought it might be freshman year. Your likes and goals were entirely different by now, but most importantly, you were becoming someone you liked and respected.

That afternoon after leaving Jennie in your bed, you found yourself focusing on steaming the leg on a pair of gray linen pants when suddenly you heard the bell at the top of the entrance ring signaling a customer entering the store. You immediately turned off the steamer and rushed to the counter to greet them only to be dumbstruck at the sight in front of you. Jungkook and an older man entered the store amidst conversation. Your utter confusion rendered you speechless as they looked around the store for help.

“Ah, young lady, do you work here?” The older man addressed you kindly across the store.

You looked between him and Jungkook for a moment before your professionalism kicked in. “Yes! Hi, sorry! I was busy steaming and didn’t see you guys. Welcome to Suits 4 U, how can I assist you guys today?” You kept your eyes trained on the older gentleman but didn’t miss how Jungkook’s mouth hung open the entire time. Did he know you worked there before showing up or was it just a mere coincidence? Either way, the excitement of seeing him unexpectedly before your tutoring session gave you a tiny thrill masked under your polite smile.

“Well, I’m here with my son to get him fitted for his first suit. He has an internship coming up this summer at a finance company and we need him to look his best.” The man chuckled while patting Jungkook’s shoulder. His eyes formed crescent moons while smiling which instantly disarmed you. “Is Raphael here? I’ve been coming to him for years; this shop is just great.”

You laughed and tucked some hair behind your ear. “Thank you so much! He’s not in right now but, I can help you out myself if that’s okay. Your son looks to be about a 32 waist and 34 inseams?” The older man nodded in astonishment and looked towards Jungkook to confirm.

“Uh…yeah that’s exactly right.” Jungkook rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy, kook! You let the nice lady fit you for a good suit and I’ll be right here if you need me.” You and the man exchanged smiles before walking around the counter to show Jungkook to the fitting area behind the curtains. You helped him up onto the platform in front of 3 adjacent mirrors before busying yourself looking for a style of suit in his sizes that would flatter him.

Jungkook cleared his throat before speaking, “So…I didn’t know you had two jobs. Must be rough during your senior year.”

Without missing a beat, you responded, “How did you know I was a senior?”

“You mentioned it in your Facebook status.” Jungkook quickly replied with a straight face.

“So, you stalked me?” You laughed incredulously.

“More like researched. You’re a pretty private person so I didn’t find much if that makes you feel better.” Jungkook smiled widely which made you instinctively blush. Too flustered to respond you simply handed him a white button-down shirt. He immediately removed his plain black t-shirt and began buttoning the white one at an incredibly slow pace. You caught his eyes in the center mirror and realized he saw you ogling at his pecks. You immediately turned around as he continued watching you through the mirror with a shit-eating grin.

“Here, put these on.” You handed him a matching black chino suit with a European tailoring finish. Jungkook hadn’t stopped staring at you as he removed his pants and dressed himself. You were determined not to swoon at his gorgeous physique in front of him, choosing instead to jut your hip out and cross your arms while tapping your foot. “You take forever to get dressed.”

“I could use your help.”

“With?”

“Tucking my shirt in, I don’t want to wrinkle it.”

You scoffed and proceeded to gingerly tuck his shirt around his waist. You didn’t miss the way his abs reflexively twitched as your hands got to the front of his pants. He put the blazer on at once then adjusted his cuffs in the mirror. You had to admit that the way the pants tapered in on his ankles and how the blazer did the same around his waist was very flattering. You absent-mindedly brushed lint off his shoulder and brushed out the wrinkles on the arms while admiring your work in the mirror. As your eyes made their way up his frame you caught his cocky ass grin again which only made you roll your eyes. “What now, Jeon? What is so funny to you?”

“Just admit you’re into me.” You froze for a second before responding.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you heard me pretty well. I think that you’re into me and the way you act all tough in front of me really turns me on, so I’d like to take you out on a date sometime.”

Before you could reply, Jungkook’s dad appeared from behind the curtains and whistled at the sight of his son in a tailored suit. “Wow, that looks really good. If you’re okay with it Kook I think we’ll take it!”

“I don’t know dad, what do you think (Y/N)? Does this look good on me?” Jungkook bit his bottom lip, looking you in the eyes and daring you to confirm his beliefs. The audacity this guy had to call you out had you at a loss for words for the second time tonight. You settled for nodding and smiling.

You decided to wait behind the counter for Jungkook to undress, making small talk with his dad to pass the time. His love for his son was evident in the way he spoke so highly of him to a mere stranger. The thought warmed your heart. In a matter of 5 minutes, you were waving them both out of the door with Jungkook’s new suit in a garment bag. The remainder of your shift went by painfully slow without the silky haired boy entertaining you. You briefly considered canceling your upcoming tutoring session since it was evident the professionalism between you two was shot after this afternoon. But who were you kidding? There was no way you were going to let him get the better of you, it just wasn’t in you to submit.

***

You snapped out of your reverie at the feeling of a piece of popcorn bouncing off your cheek. As you turned your head to look at Jennie, several popcorn pieces fell out of your hair and onto the shaggy white rug you were sitting Indian style on. It was movie night at Jennie’s apartment, but the foreign film wasn’t captivating your interest, not when you had Jeon’s abs on your mind.

“Hey what gives?!” You started to flick pieces of popcorn back at Jennie as you found them in the carpet. She giggled while swatting them away from her face.

“Watching this movie was YOUR idea and you’re not even paying attention! You’ve been all daydreamy lately. Are you going to tell me what’s up or not?” Jennie set her bowl of popcorn aside and crossed her arms, giving you a pointed look. When it comes to Jennie, there is no escape once the interrogation starts. This wouldn’t be the first time you were under fire for withholding information from her. Despite preferring to be a private person, you never minded being completely transparent with Jennie. With time, you came to understand how loyal and trustworthy she was. Being left in the dark was just something that always bothered her, which you could understand. You sighed as you turned away from the television to face her.

“You know that guy I tutored the other day?”

“Yea?”

“I kinda want to fuck him.” Jennie froze for a second as she searched for something in your eyes.

“Okay…um…well, does he reciprocate your feelings?’

“I think he’s made it pretty obvious yeah. I just don’t know though, I’ve never been into younger guys but he’s…really hot.” You laughed as a blush overtook your cheeks. Your admission embarrassed you, even in front of your best friend. Jennie bit her lip as she laid horizontally on the couch staring at the ceiling.

“Do you have a picture of him?”

“Hmm…I can show you his Instagram.” Admitting you already perused his social media made you further embarrassed. “Before you judge me, it’s been a really long time, okay?” You scrolled on his page for a bit before finding a good enough picture of him to show her then reluctantly handed your phone over. After analyzing the selfie of him on his bed, Jennie went back to his page and started looking at other pictures of him: ones of him in his baseball uniform, laughing on a couch with a few of his friends, dancing in a goofy manner to some pop song and the list goes on. After a minute, she rolled her eyes and handed the phone back to you. Her reaction had you quirking an eyebrow as you grabbed it from her hands. “…What?”

“Oh, nothing.” Jennie closed her eyes and intertwined her hands over here stomach, intent on not giving anything away. You lunged at her sides to unleash a flurry of tickles.

“Tell me, wench!” Your consistent tickling had her hollering at the top of her lungs and squirming to escape your grip.

“I’ll never say, peasant!” You decided to straddle her midsection and pin her flailing legs down, holding her wrists to do the same.

“Jennie Ruby Jane. Tell me, NOW!” Your long brown hair fell over your shoulder and tickled her cheek. She turned her head to the side as a final act of rebellion which only spurred your torturing on further. You began to hock a loogie dramatically which earned a valley of squeals from the pale girl.

“Okay! Okay!” You chuckled at the sign of her defeat and sat back on her hips, letting her wrists go. She sat up on her forearms pouting up at you. “You’re so extra!” the girl shouted with amusement in her eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke, “I just think he looks like a fuck boy. It’s not going to go anywhere between you guys.” You let out a breathy laugh at her admission.

“No shit, I just want some dick!”

“Then why are you getting blushy and daydreamy if he’s only a dick to you?” She challenged you.

“Ummmm, maybe because it’s been a while and it’s nice to get some male attention during these barren times?” You rolled your eyes and climbed off of her.

“Yeah, whatever (Y/N). Keep telling yourself that.” Jennie returned your eye roll with her own and fully sat up on the couch.

“Are we going to watch this movie or not!? You’re making it hard to focus!” You continued on with your dramatic act but failed as a smiled tugged at your lips.

“OMG, you are unbelievable!” Both of you laughed and resumed your movie, only one of you being content to put that conversation behind.

***

Your Thursday afternoon shift at work dragged on because of how much you were looking forward to the tutoring session with Jungkook set for right after. Your finger drumming on the front counter and persistent glances at the clock earned some questions from the shop owner which you easily shrugged off as some trip you were looking forward to after work. As soon as the clock struck six you grabbed your jean jacket off of the coat rack and caught the shuttle back to campus. The junior dorms were just a stop before the coffee shop stop, so you already knew where you were going. You decided to just wear your work clothes paired with a denim jacket since the tight-fitting black dresses you wore as a work uniform were nice anyway. Just before you arrived at the lobby of the dorms, you caught your reflection in a car window and decided to check how you looked. Nothing unusual stood out. Your long curly hair swung just above your behind and your mascara and eyebrow gel still held on strong, the only two things you allowed on your face since the number of times you rubbed your face during class made it virtually unrealistic to wear a full face of makeup. Because of that, you settled for wearing shorter clothing that would show off your long legs. Feeling sexy in your own skin without putting way too much effort into your image was something you learned was the perfect combination to feeling happy with yourself, which was hard to do as you were generally always the tallest woman in the room. It took a long time to build self-confidence, but you were happy with where you currently were in your life. With a deep breath to calm your excitement, you headed into the lobby where Jungkook was already waiting for you. He looked up from his phone and immediately spotted you entering the building. His eyes lingered on your legs covered in sheer black tights before meeting your eyes with his own dark orbs. You felt butterflies at the instant your gazes locked and held for a few seconds. You decided to breakaway first, looking down with a small smile and waving.

“Hey, Jungkook. You ready to study?” Jungkook simpered as he looked down towards his feet with his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah I am, but it looks like you aren’t. Where’s your book bag and why are you dressed like that?” He gestured towards your subtle cleavage. You crossed your arms and gaped at him, confused as to why he was questioning you instead of complimenting you. Jungkook watched your mouth open and close before he chuckled and began heading towards his room. Luckily his room was on the first floor so there wouldn’t be an awkward elevator ride. As you walked behind him you pressed your cold hands onto your hot blushing cheeks wondering if you misread this whole situation. “Thanks for agreeing to come to the dorms this time. This was the only time I was free to get tutored, but I couldn’t leave the dorms tonight. I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable.” His words made you all the more confused. Surely he didn’t feel the need to pretend this was anything other than a hookup, especially since he had already gotten you to come without much of a chase? You didn’t understand what he meant until he unlocked the door to his suite and a small child bombarded his legs, clinging on for dear life.

“Kookie! Kookie! You took forever!” Jungkook smiled and patted the child’s head before picking him up so you could enter into the suite.

“I was only gone a few minutes! Anyways, what do you say to a pretty lady?” Jungkook laughed as the small boy buried his head into the crook of his neck with shyness.

“…Hewwo…” You smiled at the child and greeted him back before looking up at Jungkook in utter confusion.

“I’m babysitting for my parents tonight while they celebrate their 20th anniversary. This is my little brother, Sammy. He’s a real good kid and agreed to quietly color in his coloring book while I study, right bud?” The young boy nodded without looking up at him, clearly displeased to have a stranger take his big brother’s attention away. You smiled sweetly at Jungkook to show him everything was okay with you. It was only after he placed his brother on the floor in front of his crayons that crippling embarrassment settled red and hot behind your face and prickled at your scalp. You had misread the situation after all, and even worse, assumed Jungkook was just some fuck boy looking to fake being serious about his studies in order to fuck tutor girls. He wouldn’t have been the first one you ran into, but it was now clear that you shouldn’t have lumped him into the same category. Swallowing your pride and shame, you placed your jacket on the back of his chair and pulled another one up to the desk to start the session. For about an hour, you helped Jungkook finalize his book report and put the finishing touches on his powerpoint presentation about his report. Once you both looked out of the window and saw how late it was getting, you decided to wrap things up. Turning to Sammy who was busy passionately coloring an orange elephant, you smiled and squatted near the page.

“Ready to spend some time with Kookie, Sammy? You looked up at Jungkook and winked, appreciating the way that the nickname coming from you flustered Jungkook. The young boy looked up from his art and nodded.

“Bye-bye! Um…”

“(Y/N), how do you do.” You talked in a funny voice that made Sammy giggle. Standing up and stretching your arms once more, you looked towards Jungkook who held your jacket for you to take. “Thanks. So…good luck with your presentation.” You kicked yourself at the lame way you chose to say goodbye but decided it was best to cut your losses and avoid further embarrassment.

“Thanks, I’ll walk you out.” Both of you headed out into the hallway and walked slowly towards the lobby in silence. After a few long moments, Jungkook finally broke the quiet, “So about that date…. What do you say?” You turned to him in disbelief before looking back down at your shoes. You had thought when he asked you on a date back at the shop that it was his way of getting you into bed. Once again you felt shame for being such a pessimistic pervert.

“I didn’t know you were serious about that.” You admitted.

“Yeah, I figured with the way you showed up to our study session.” Jungkook laughed as he playfully pulled on the hem of your dress so that it slapped your thigh when he let go. You pouted and stared straight ahead, unable to defend yourself. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d have loved to show you a good time tonight, but that’s not really my style. Especially with intellectual women. I want to show you a different kind of good time, at least at first. You turned toward his face in time to catch him biting his bottom lip. It was as if his mouth had a direct connection to your lower abdomen, feeling that magnetic pull between you two that you couldn’t shake. Part of you felt relieved to know it wasn’t all in your head, and the other part of you was determined to redeem yourself.

As you opened the door to the outside, you paused and swung your hair over your shoulder to look at him briefly. “Pick me up this weekend. I want to go see that new DC movie, you can take me to the movies and then we’ll get ice cream. DM me on Instagram so we can agree on a time.” With that, you closed the door behind you and headed towards the shuttle stop, content with yourself for not sneaking a peak behind you. When did you become so lame in front of guys? You idly wondered about the effects that lack of sex could have on the psyche of woman the entire shuttle ride towards your apartment.

***

You woke up to the thin rays of sunlight peering through the drawn blinds of your bedroom window. They illuminated Jennie’s face with a healthy golden glow, showcasing the subtle rhythmic movement of her chest as she slept. You felt a wave of affection at the thought of her being extra careful last night getting into your bed so as not to wake you. You idly wondered why she preferred to share this bed with you when she had a big beautiful canopy bed at her even more beautiful apartment. Then again, you remembered how lonely she must have felt when moving here without friends or family. You cuddled closer to her as the big spoon, wrapping your right arm around her torso and pulling her into your chest. The slight movement woke Jennie for a few seconds before she hugged your arm tightly and went back to sleep, taking you into unconsciousness with her.

You awoke a few hours later, well into the afternoon in the same position you had fallen asleep in only this time, Jennie’s snoring was loud enough to quake the glass of water on your nightstand. Your raspy chuckle was barely audible as you stared at her mouth that hung open while she violently slept. Careful so as not to wake her, you gingerly slid your arm out of her grasp and pulled the covers off of your bodies since the heat was making you a little sweaty. Your eyes bulged while taking in the view south of the bed. Jennie had taken her pants off before climbing into bed and was only sporting a bright red G-string. You forced yourself to look anywhere other than her perfect bottom until your heart stopped beating as fast as it was. What the hell, Jennie? You cursed yourself for giving her a key to your apartment after her initial forced entry. The lack of sex is really getting to you, you thought as you carefully covered her back up and climbed out of bed. Suddenly, you heard the snoring stop and a few light moans coming from the bed.

“Where’d you go?”, Jennie softly called out as she rubbed her eyes.

“In the bathroom!” You reply as best you can while brushing your teeth. Jennie groans then rolls over, pulling the covers on her further.

“Come back…”

“Sorry, I overslept enough as it is. I have some stuff I need to get done before my date tonight!” You replied in a sing-song voice before spitting the foam out of your mouth and rinsing your toothbrush in the sink.

“Your WHAT!?”, Jennie immediately sat up and ripped the covers off of her.

“Yeah, sorry I totally forgot to update you. I didn’t end up fucking that guy. Instead, he asked me out on a date! I’m actually excited to go, I feel like such a freshman.” Your giddy mood seemed to frustrate Jennie even more. She quietly got out of bed, pulled her pants on, grabbed her purse from your nightstand and left your apartment.

“Jennie?!” You called after her but the only thing you got in response was your door slamming loudly. You sucked your teeth and continued washing your face. You didn’t know why she was in such a bad mood. Sure, you didn’t tell her about how things progressed with Jungkook but it wasn’t exactly her business. This is why I haven’t dated any girls on campus recently, girls can be so moody sometimes. You took a deep breath and headed into your room to get changed, determined not to let Jennie’s childishness ruin your day.

***

Your date with Jungkook had been going well so far. He picked you up from your apartment 5 minutes early on foot. You two walked to the shuttle stop in silence since there really wasn’t much to talk about. You two had only just met and didn’t know much about each other or shared any experiences yet. You hated first dates for this reason, preferring instead to just hook up without the need to feign a relationship or only date someone you’re already friends with. You had gotten good at small talk since working at the suit shop had you conversing with all kinds of people regularly. But it still wasn’t thrilling nor any less awkward. Once you both had exhausted all the commonplace questions like “How was your day” and “What’s your favorite color”, you both sat on the shuttle on the way to the campus’ cinema in silence. Why had you agreed to this? You were really off your game at this point in time. You looked over at Jungkook and noticed him staring off into the distance looking quite alarmed. His pensive face made you giggle which snapped him out of his reverie.

“What?” He looked at you with a half-smile confused.

“Your face…you looked so…shook!” You let out in between laughs. His cheeks became tinted pink with an exasperated gasp.

“Not you too! My teammates make fun of me for it all the time! Ugh!” Jungkook complained with exaggerated exclamation. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he began tickling your sides for not taking him seriously. The guffaw that followed was obnoxious enough to catch the attention of surrounding students riding the shuttle. It was at that moment that Jungkook realized how ticklish you were, to his elation and your immediate embarrassment. You both settled into your seats immediately after meeting the eyes of annoyed riders but couldn’t contain your giggles and light shoving for the rest of the ride. Eventually, after sufficient physical contact, you two ended up walking off of the shuttle holding hands.

***

Jungkook’s lips ravaged your neck as you struggled to open the door to your apartment, fumbling your key on the lock. You eventually did open it and the door slammed backward into the adjacent wall as Jungkook reached your lips and leaned into you, holding you by the hips. Your hunger to taste him had been contagious as you had taken the opportunity that the light ‘goodnight’ peck he gave you on the lips in front of your apartment presented to start a make-out session. There was no way you would let it end that way after wanting him the entire date. He had been a perfect gentleman, waiting in line to get you a bunch of snacks at the concession stand while you held your seats, draping his jacket over your shoulders once the chill of the night set in, and bringing you all the way to your apartment even though it was past the junior dorms. And now, as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth while his hands held both sides of your face in the middle of your apartment, you were absolutely sure you wanted to go all the way with Jeon Jungkook. You slowly lead Jungkook to your bedroom without detaching your lips. Once his legs made contact with your bed you pushed him back onto it and climbed on top of him. You began kissing down his neck as your arms made a cage around his head. With his eyes closed and sporting a cocky smile, “Woah there (Y/N), aren’t we taking things a bit too fast?” A throaty chuckle escaped his lips as you reached his Adam's apple.

“Shut up, Jeon.” You moved back up to his lips and stuck your tongue into his mouth which he welcomed, swirling his tongue around yours in equal fervor. His fingers slid up into your hair and tightened their grip on your strands, pulling lightly but firmly so that your head moved backward, giving him access to your neck. As he sucked on your neck, you could feel a bulge forming in his pants. You decided to rub your clothed mound on his growing bulge while he kissed behind your ear.

“Don’t do that.” Jungkook let out a breathy whisper into your ear which made tingles run down your spine and had you heavily convulsing. You decided to rub even harder down onto his clothed member which was now rock hard. However, you couldn’t keep it up for too long as Jungkook was suddenly on top of you in one swift motion.

“You don’t like to listen, do you?” He stared at your lips as he interlocked your fingers together, holding your hands above your head on the bed.

“Not really, no” Your breathy reply brought back that crooked smile you were starting to love so much. In response, Jungkook lowered himself onto you and began rubbing the head of his bulge right around where your clit would be under your pants. You couldn’t help but writhe under him, struggling against his ironclad grip on your hands.

“You’ll get this…”, Jungkook bucked his hips roughly onto your mound, “…when I say you can.” You took his attempt to dominate you as a challenge, wrapping your legs around his waist to bring his member back onto you while biting your lip. Jungkook’s eyes rolled backward in brief pleasure before attacking your lips again with renewed passion. After a while, you were both breathless with puffy lips. Jungkook cleared his throat and moved back to look into your eyes. You both let out laughs as your chests heaved in unison. Jungkook looked down at your swollen lips and ran his thumbs across them before rolling over and climbing off of you. “I should go.” Too stunned to say anything, you watched him straighten his clothing and wipe his mouth.

“Ummm…did I do something wrong?” You asked as you sat up to look at him properly. Jungkook smiled and walked back over to the bed, bending over to place a brief kiss on your pink lips.

“Of course not, just practicing a little restraint. I want to do things right.” He smiled with crescent moon eyes before turning and exiting your apartment.

Do things, right?

You let out an exasperated sigh and sagged back onto the bed with one arm covering your eyes in frustration. Suddenly you heard something shift in your room which made you sit back up in alarm.

“Jungkook?” You searched your room for the source of the noise before your eyes locked with another pair of eyes peering through the slits of your closet door. You froze in utter fear as you realized someone was in your closet. Suddenly, the door opened and you screamed, chucking a pillow at the intruder because it was the closest thing to you. Jennie caught the pillow and held it to her chest, watching you warily.

“Hey (Y/N)…”

“Jennie!?”

“I can explain.”

“YOU PERVERT!!!!!!”

#bts fanfction #bts smut #Jungkook smut #blackpink fanfic #jennie smut #bangtan smut #bangtan #private #private fanfic #baepop private

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LV Triangle Incorrect Quotes

Y/N: Dust, gather the others. We need to have another Crimson-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Y/N: Has anyone seen Crimson? Dust: Hold on, I got this. *clears throat* Dust: Bill Nye the science guy! Crimson, crashing through the door: BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

Dust: Crimson and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Y/N: What did you do? Dust: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Crimson: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Crimson: sapnu puaS. Dust: What?? Y/N: What language is that. Crimson: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Crimson was removed from the groupchat*

Y/N: So, Crimson is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. Dust: Why? Y/N: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Crimson, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

Dust: I didn't drink that much last night. Crimson: You were flirting with Y/N. Dust: So what? They're my partner. Crimson: You asked if they were single. Crimson: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Dust: Ooh, somebody has a crush Crimson: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Y/N I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Crimson, very much awake: Uh oh.

Dust: Wow! Y/N made you cry? Crimson, tearing up: Yes, and they said some really mean things that are only partly true.

Y/N: If I say I love you, will you say it back? Dust: Yes. Y/N: I love you. Dust: It back. *Later* Crimson: Why is Y/N crying face-down on the floor?

Dust, holding a rock: Crimson just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Y/N: If you don't marry them, I will.

Dust: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Crimson: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Y/N, scoffing: Oh, please. Crimson, to Y/N: Hey, how you doin’? Y/N: Y/N: *giggles and blushes*

*Something crashes* Dust: Shoot- Y/N: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?! Crimson: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Y/N: We need to distract these guys. The voices of the sympathetic: Leave it to me. The voices of the sympathetic: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. The voices of the guarded & The voice of the indifferent chaos: *immediately begin arguing*

The voices of the sympathetic: Where is The voices of the guarded? The voice of the indifferent chaos: I'll do you one better, who is The voices of the guarded?? Y/N: Here's a better question, why is The voices of the guarded?

The voices of the sympathetic & The voices of the guarded in the back of The voice of the indifferent chaos's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! Y/N: We have food at home. The voice of the indifferent chaos: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough* The voices of the sympathetic & The voices of the guarded: YAYYYYYY! The voice of the indifferent chaos: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

The voice of the indifferent chaos: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- The voices of the sympathetic: A doll. The voices of the guarded: A cinnamon roll. Y/N: A sweetheart. The voice of the indifferent chaos: The voice of the indifferent chaos: ...stop it.

The voices of the guarded: I fell down the stairs today... Y/N: I hope you're okay. The voices of the sympathetic: Stop falling down the stairs. The voice of the indifferent chaos: How'd the ground taste?

The voice of the indifferent chaos: Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’’ punctuation only means one thing, Y/N. They're mad at you. Y/N: No, it's The voices of the guarded. They're just being gramatically correct! *meanwhile* The voices of the guarded: And then I used a period so they'd know that I'm mad at them. The voices of the sympathetic: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'. The voices of the guarded: I stand by my choice.

The voices of the sympathetic, holding a Wii mote with a knife attached: Are Wii gonna have a problem? Y/N, bringing out their switch remote with a blade: You best switch up that attitude. -An hour later...- The voice of the indifferent chaos, in the ambulance: Wii-U! Wii-U! Wii-U! The voices of the guarded: I hate this fucking family.

The voices of the guarded, pointing to the wall: What color is this? The voices of the sympathetic: Gray. Y/N: Grey. The voices of the guarded, turning to The voice of the indifferent chaos: Now tell them what color you think it is. The voice of the indifferent chaos: Dark white.

LV Triangle Brainrot is real

#incorrect quotes #lv triangle #for fun #i blame lili for my brainrot #brainrot #oh the voices are the anons but put in groups with cool names #yes i am the voice of indifferent chaos #i have my own subcategory because yes #silly goofy mood

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thecrownprincetaegifanfic · 4 years

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Chapter 1 - The Useless Prince

(This work is 100% based on TSNJJHYS’ video edit, and they deserve the full credit for the plot, I only own the fanfiction itself https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxB_jsMiuJo )

Prince Taehyung had never truly questioned his inferiority to his siblings. During the course of his thus far 23 year long life, the still rather young prince had always been content with observing his four older brothers carry out great deeds on order of their father, the King, himself. While the list of awards and respect handed out to the four eldest sons was long and seemingly ever growing, Taehyung had received little to no recognition for, well, anything he ever did, or said, or thought. His older sister, naught but a year older than himself, bossed him around day in and day out whenever she saw the opportunity, and Taehyung strongly suspected this was in order to impress her older brothers. She had actually been the one to give Taehyung his unofficial title and everlasting nickname, the useless prince . He didn’t think that much of it though, and instead tried to stand above his nickname, knowing there would come a time where he could prove that his older siblings were wrong about him. His only positive attribute, according to his parents and older siblings alike, was his charming and alluring face. “Nothing more than a pretty face”, was something he was used to hearing, even at a young age. The only one who ever gave up even a minute of their time in order to hear what Taehyung had to say, and actually cared about his mind and spirit rather than his glamorous and alluring appearance, was his younger sister, who had been born closer to a decade after the prince. And he was happy with the way things were, he truly was. All of that took a swift and brutal change however, when the young princess was a mere seven years old, and suffered from a severe inflammation in her lungs. A strong child, and every bit as stubborn as her favourite goofy brother was, if not more, she managed to hold on to her life for three full weeks. Taehyung barely ever left her bedside up until the very moment when her shaky breath left her aching, weak body for the very last time. The back then sixteen year old prince was beyond reason for months, not that anybody ever truly bothered to take a moment to actually see how he was doing, and how he was feeling. Everyone in the Palace simply... let him be. Closer to eight moons had passed by the time Taehyung even began to recognise himself in the mirror. His smiles weren’t fake anymore, he caught himself realising as he wholeheartedly laughed until his eyes were near tears and his stomach was aching as his older brothers decided to spar with wooden swords when under the influence of soju. After that incident, the now seventeen year old prince steadily grew more and more back into how he was before his sister had died. Somewhat more mature, mind you, but he never lost that childlike sense of wonder in his eyes, and he never lost his sense of naivety combined with an ever curious mind, and a happy-go-lucky attitude. He never forgot about his sister of course, not a single day passed where his thoughts didn’t travel to her. He had, however, realised that the best way to honour her memory was to live out his life in the best possible way, never letting anything, or anyone, stand in the way of where his heart wanted to go.

Caring and kind as he was and always had been, even when it was at the expense of his own well being, the so called useless prince was beyond willing to do anything his family asked of him. Though they teased him relentlessly, and though he had never received as much as an ounce of recognition from either of his parents, he never lost hope that one day he’d somehow be able to turn things around. The weather in the kingdom had been beyond scorching hot recently, with members of the royal family, court members and servants alike making their way through the palace while panting and sweating as though they’d just ran for miles and miles with heavy bags of sand thrown over their shoulders. Not only that, but everyone in the entire kingdom was found themselves on edge, tense, perhaps most of all the Royal family. For years the situation between this kingdom and the so called Mingyu Kingdom had been unstable, and tense to say the very least. The King had begun to grow restless for something to happen, although the last thing he yearned for was a war between the two kingdoms. From what he’d heard, rumours as they may have been, he wouldn’t stand as much as a fair chance should a war erupt. The Queen, resentful and clever as she was, had grown impatient as she merely watched her husband’s mind grow closer and closer to snapping in two. She knew that unless she herself made a possibly drastic decision that would shape the outcome of the future, madness and chaos would surely come to pass before long. And as the Queen stood gracefully on her and her husband’s roomy, elegant balcony, looking out on the grounds where all five of her sons were currently practicing sparring, it struck her like a lightning bolt. It wasn’t perfect, but it would aid her in getting rid of something she found to be little more than an inconvenience to her, as well as push back an inevitable problem. It may or may not solve anything, but it was as good of a plan as any in order to ensure that things wouldn’t unfold any quicker than they had to. Which is why, with pursed lips and a slight frown on her face, she turned around towards her tall, this morning unusually calm husband whom stood beside her, and without hesitation opened her mouth, and told him all about her devious plan without remorse.

“Prince Taehyung!” the voice was sharp and deep, and the prince himself couldn’t help but jump up slightly in a startled manner as he quickly spun around in order to see who had called him. One of the royal army’s oldest soldiers stood by the stairs to one of the palace’s many back entrances, looking sternly at him. “And what type of mess have you managed to get yourself into this time around, brother?” the 3rd prince snickered loudly. Taehyung merely shot him a passive glance before swiftly making his way up towards the soldier, quite glad he had a reason to get out of the burning sun. “Her Royal Majesty the Queen has requested a private audience with you in her and the King’s royal chambers. She said it was urgent.” the soldier barely looked Taehyung in the eye as he spoke in a monotone and indifferent voice. Confused and suddenly shot with insecurity, although also curious and a little bit excited, the prince swallowed heavily as he walked up the shiny wooden staircase towards his parents’ chambers. Little did he know, that his life would never ever be even remotely the same after his private audience with his parents.

#taegi #yoongi #taehyung #taegi au #taegi fanfiction #bts #chapter 1

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Everything You’ve Come To Expect II - Quentin Beck/Reader

Part I | Masterlist

Summary: A former employee of Stark Industries hides in solitude from her past, until she is forced to confront it years later. After all the time away, she realizes still hasn’t recovered from her heartbreak.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/gave me feedback. I’ve been in a creative rut and it was such a boost of confidence to see all your kind words :) I put out the first part without really having an idea of where this was going, so I don’t know how good this part will be. Next chapter things will get going, I promise, I’m thinking this might end up being 5-ish parts! I also would love to do some pre-FFH little fics about them, so let me know if there’s something in particular you’d like to see :)

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Quentin must have been exhausted. That was the only explanation, as it was 9:45am and Y/N had yet to hear him stir. He had always had a strict routine - early to bed, early to rise. He’d plan his day out ahead of time down, writing schedules on pieces of paper that ended up scattered around their apartment. Organized chaos. She had been the only one who could get him to break from his customs, only after reams of convincing.

As the clock crept closer and closer to 10 a.m., and she had yet to hear him stir, it dawned on her that whatever had happened last night couldn’t have been an act. If he was really so worn down he was letting himself sleep in, maybe whatever he’d come from had been more serious than she’d thought, not a dramatization of a desperate plea for attention.

On the other hand, she’d tossed and turned all night. She couldn’t find out what was more unsettling - that the man she’d spent several years of her life with had showed up on her doorstep without warning, or that he was now sleeping only meters down the hallway in her guest bedroom. It was probably both. The whole situation was confusing, and she’d been awarded very few answers. Knowing Quentin, he’d probably figured out some way to manipulate the truth, so looking online wasn’t going to help. And some small, immature part of her wanted to know absolutely nothing. How comforting the idea of ignorance was.

She stared out at her backyard, curling up in the deck chair as she finished off the mug of coffee she’d been nursing, her only hope to function that day. Her mind was still spinning as she gazed absentmindedly at the forest in her backyard, trees packed so thick you could hardly see between them, the ground bedded with fallen branches, moss, and brush. Birds sang, insects chirped. It was the picture of peace, solitude. And yet, she couldn’t seem to find an echo of it within herself.

Leaving the coffee pot on for Quentin, she laced up boots over her jeans, and pulled a flannel on to keep the morning chill at bay. When she stepped onto her front porch, she stared at the winding dirt road that snaked through the woods into town, wearily eyeing a beat-up blue car that served as an explanation for how Quentin had gotten here.

It wasn’t until she’d made it about a mile into her hike that the full force of every emotion she’d been feeling since his arrival hit her, the weight of it knocking into her chest and squeezing so tight she could hardly breathe. Staggering sideways, she steadied herself against a sequoia, it’s solid trunk and elephantine branches hanging overhead provided some sort of momentary stability. But she was still reeling.

Memories had been flooding her conscious since their eyes had first locked the evening before. Eating takeout on the floor of his apartment after she’d had a bad day at work. His cheek pressed against hers as they swayed along to a slow symphony, the night she’d foolishly spilled her feelings for him after too many flutes of champagne. Her back pressed against the wall of a secluded hallway, pinned there by his hips, his stubble on her neck. Shuddering, her fingers clenched into fists, bark from the tree scraping off amid the friction. What did she owe him, after everything? There was a time when it was easy to believe it was nothing.

Clearing her throat, she straightened up, she couldn’t allow this to tear her apart. She was better than this. Taking in a deep breath, she tried her hardest to force air through her lungs and steady her heart rate. Glancing to her side, she took a moment to appreciate the view, in front of her, where the path dropped off and spilled into a shallow valley of trees, a babbling brook curling through the bottom.

After spending so much time outside the past few years, she should have noticed the birds around her silencing, scattering, twigs snapping, the shift of rocks underfoot. It was too late when she realized she was no longer alone.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Quentin was standing a few feet back, arms hanging limply at his sides, the space between them measured, certainly ...testing his luck. He was still dressed in the clothes she’d given him the night before, hair looking a little mussed from sleep. The shiner on his left eye was much more prominent it had been the evening before, a rainbow of purple, black, and yellow. He still managed to look so ruggedly handsome, but she was sure he already knew that. She could only guess how long he’d been following her, but she hoped he didn’t witness her meltdown only minutes ago.

“It looks like you already have,” she answered, and rolled her shoulders back.

The sarcastic response that should have been his was never spoken. Instead his eyes remained on hers, pleading. Reluctantly, she gestured for him to follow.

He fell into step beside her and they walked in silence. She was thankful for that, as she was still trying to work through what she needed to know. Some things, she decided, were better left unsaid.

The climax of the hike was the view over the vast valley where she lived, any signs of humanity below covered by the towering evergreens. It was breathtaking, vast, open. Pictures, she had found, could never do it justice. And as much as she had tried to commit it to memory, it was better to see it in person.

“Well,” she heard Quentin mumble from beside her. She turned to look at him as he took in the view, thick eyelashes, ski-sloped nose, and sharp jawline covered by stubble. There were lines around his eyes, from years of smiling, that goofy, shit-eating grin that had first caught her attention when she’d begun working with him years ago.

He’d been indifferent when she’d first been assigned to the project, and she observed his standoffish, almost cruel aversion to the others on their team. But she recognized it wasn’t hostility. He was focused, passionate, dedicated. He was difficult to crack. She could have her fair share of partners, but some unknown force had drawn her to him. And after a spell, he revealed a sort of reluctant kindness, which ultimately blossomed into something else entirely. Seeing how it all played out, she wondered if she should have known better.

“This is everything you’ve always wanted,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” she answered. Not quite everything.

When she turned her head back to the view, she instantly felt his eyes on her, burning with intense focus. “I hope you’re happy,” he said, voice delicate. It was clear to her he was trying to take her emotional temperature, gauge her mood, but she was done with the pleasantries. It was forced, fake, and Quentin of all people should have known better.

“Why did you come here, Quentin?” she asked, turning around. “Because I know it wasn’t for an ice pack and a good night of sleep.”

He considered her question for a moment, expressed relaxing. “I fucked up,” he confessed. “In more ways than one, and I-” he cleared his throat. “I needed a place to regroup, to….figure things out,” her eyes narrowed as he spoke. This frazzled, uneasy man was not the Quentin she’d known before she left.

“I’m assuming master plan didn’t work out?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I tried, okay?” he raised his voice slightly, enough to know she’d hit a nerve. His frustration wasn’t directed at her, but it didn’t matter. It was always someone else’s fault. Because Quentin could do no wrong. “And I was almost successful. But I’m not finished-”

Y/N took two steps forward to close the gap between them. “What did you do, Quentin? What details have you conveniently left out of the story? Whose blood is on your hands?” A harsh gush of wind accompanied her movement, her hair falling in her eyes.

“No one’s!” he insisted, raising his hands. “And I can explain everything. But no one died, okay?”

“So what do you want?” she asked. “You think you can just show up on my doorstep and have a place to stay?” all the words she’d been longing to say were pouring out, and she couldn’t seem to stop them. “So I can help with whatever delusional idea you’ve conjured up to save yourself? That’s why I left you in the first place. You’re obsessed. And now that you’ve failed, you come back like everything is supposed to be okay? And I’m supposed to let you back in?”

“Listen to me!” he shouted, cutting her off, and she clearly the fire in his eyes. It had always been there, but it burned differently after Tony had fired him. She staggered backwards, startled, and he immediately lowered his voice in response. “I fucked up. But I need help. I just need some time….a place to stay. I’m in danger, and I can’t show my face in public until I can figure out what to do next. I have no other options.”

The next part was coughed up reluctantly, a defeated admission.

“You’re all I have left.”

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Quentin could see the conflict in her eyes as she took in his request, he’d always been able to read her. He was a master manipulator, and he’d taken pride in it, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt Y/N. Over the years, the line between good and evil had blurred considerably, but he had always known where to draw it when it came to her. That had been easy. In part because she’d never done anything to deserve it. But now, it was as though she was testing him.

It almost angered him, that he was unable to lie to her with the same ease he had to lied to others. She probably knew it, too. How clever she was.

She withheld her answer. Instead, she turned away to look at the horizon. He didn’t like this cold, indifferent version of the woman he’d once loved. In his life, there were several things he’d thought he’d never find, one of them being comfort. But she had given it so freely to him, and now she was holding it over his head when he needed it most.

Her hair splayed in every direction as she took in the view beyond. Quentin took a moment to acknowledge how beautiful she looked, even in her clear frustration.

He had considered, in their time apart, finding someone else to fill the space she’d left in his life. Of course, he was too busy for anything serious. But the rendezvous he’d had left him with a bad taste in his mouth. It made him furious, that he’d allowed her to crack his resolve, to open a space in his life that had always been closed, and then she’d left it empty, vacant.

Quentin lowered his voice in a final, desperate plea. “Honey, please. I’ll tell you everything.”

“I can tell when you’re lying,” she answered finally, but didn’t give him the courtesy of turning to face him. “So you’d better tell the truth.”

Her eyes lifted to lock with his, and he almost smiled when he recognized the blaze inside them, ferocious. Throwing his tricks right back in his face. He had to admire what she’d let rub off on her.

“And then, you can stay.”

Brushing past him, her shoulder grazed his. The olive branch had been extended. It would be enough....for now.

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PART III

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hugotontheonbiquiffinarians · 4 years

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hi omg i just read the clown protestors arthurxyou and i’m mind blown by your writing. i’ve never read anything with such detail. it didn’t even have smut but i enjoyed it so much- please, write more!!!!

Tonight...

Tonight was the night you had decided to venture beyond the confines of your comfort zone. To be sure, it was an average Saturday night, rife with studious affinity and booked arrangements with your vivid inner workings.

Tonight, however, was a night of errant impulse. One that enticed you to attend the Murray Franklin show, unescorted. Completely, utterly alone. Normally, the contrived atmosphere of televised events would make you recoil violently. But, tonight compelled differently. Your repulsion to the nature of insincere smiles and orchestrated laughs was retired instead to an unusual appetite for reality.

Tonight’s fabricated reality was especially seasoned. Mortality was indiscriminate to tonight’s audience. The puppeteer’s strings were fraying. The time, sedated. The cue cards, delayed in presentation. The audience’s response to riveting, murderous climax, expected, but no less unnerving to the imperious conductor. No less improvised and deserving of penance.

Then, there was him...

The celestial body of comedy cosmos. Orbiting aimless through an unforgiving galaxy, if only for a number of tense, uninviting minutes. The clown of the evening. Dressed to the cat o’ nines. At least, to you, he appeared as one to « live on the edge ». Front row, his visage was an unseasonably vibrant palette. Yet, you couldn’t be fooled. Beneath the suit and makeup, he was nothing short of Death’s Head Upon a Mop-Stick. An emaciated, miserable fellow seeking to exact a rather noble agenda. Albeit poorly executed.

In spite of his near skeletal composition, it was precisely this that attracted you to him. Ineffable, poetic beauty making a xylophone of his rib cage. Skeletal beyond physicality. An imaginative X-ray scan of eyes, hollow and sunken, yet defiantly verdant with a preserved seed of life.

Sparse about the chest and famished for attention, the compulsion to make daring strides to the soles of his sensitive feet was close to irresistible. Yet, you concede to refrain. At the moment, the man was reading from a notebook. A joke, it seemed. A classic knock-knock variation. While you, alone, were listening intently, quite eager to indulge the dulcet lull of his voice, to endure, in unwanted company, the audience’s dissent, was vexing and oppositional.

Yes, his delivery was morbid and untimely, but did it truly warrant such a wounding brand of ignominy ? Did the fair jester deserve to be pilloried by insolent townsfolk, demanding of entertainment, yet nevertheless poised at the pinch with peanuts of discontent ? His harmless touch of humour, reversed to inflict irreparable damage ?

Ah, but this wreaking of havoc would appear to double The Fool, himself, as A Hanged Man. In spite of this, the cards are yet shuffled in his favour. Tonight, The Hanged Man was dealt to another. The man positioned to the left of celestial coordinates, insouciant to the adjacent star’s warning pulse of blinding luminosity. One which would ultimately unleash the fatal gasp of supernova…

Only to be reborn to a less conspicuous state of matter. Bright enough to be observed from a distance measured by all planets, yet no less forbidding in its modest size. Commanding appreciation and respect, thereby.

Before the cycle of this reformation could reach completion, a hist had to be ushered. A solemn yet forceful call for silence, attracting attention. With such gale of conviction, the man was, at present, asserting statements of truth to the unofficial court.

”I killed those guys because they were awful.”

The audience is uncomfortable with this incisive appeal.

“Everybody is awful, these days.”

All, except you. Threatening to clamor in resistance. Still staring intensely at the man, more engrossed than repelled by his refreshing presence.

“It’s enough to make anyone crazy.”

A small, insignificant nerve of morality twinged at your conscience. Deliberating… at all odds, misconstruing, his claim. Wondering if you, alone, were ‘crazy’ for the polarity of your thoughts in the midst of this confused course of judgment.

Above all, you craved the impending strike of chaos. Beyond the deafening brevity of silence, the intrusive, whispering assent of disorder was quickly approaching. And you hadn’t a mite of disagreement to contribute to those misleading murmurs of the jury. In fact, their repugnance was instead vocalised by the arbiter and defendant, currently at wit’s end in contentious argument.

Helplessly, your fight or flight response was evident by an increased rate of breathing. Rising blood pressure, spectral ringing in the ears, concentrated pulsations of your heart throbbing against scattered areas of flesh.

When the trumpet sounds, your ears fall deaf. Glazed vision registers the stark splatter of crimson staining a distinct name with the permanent mark of quietus.

It’s all just a dream, you think weakly. The noisome screams to which you wish all tongues were made dumb. Silence is what you hunger for. The mouldy TV dinner awaiting at your squalid dorm was forgotten. Silence was vital. If only for reasons of rejecting all activity that didn’t declare the (now criminal) clown as sole focus.

And, it seemed, you had captured his attention as well. Still in a daze of adrenaline, he does his little dance, effectively ignoring the damsel in distress embraced by her saviour in sooted armour. The quacksalver named Sally. The sleazy husband of another, portraying the begrimed white knight. Both petrified in their respective roles, yet nothing more than minor characters in this bizarre lover’s tale.

He makes muted steps in your direction. A trajectory that is strangely fearsome in its perplexing gait. He walks as if he balances between the border of reality and fevered paracosm.

To think, it is not the camera he aims towards…

The pleats of his slacks point keenly to you with each gradual erase of distance. In contrast, his unfocused gaze is at once conflicted yet resolute. Still, the distant cries of terror bleed profusely into the juvenile squall of night. Still, your form, secured to the seat, adhered by delayed presence of emotion. Stoic as the stone cushion.

Just as well, tonight’s moon is noticeably full. Its lunar radiance captivates the expanding vacancy of studio. Amid the disruption of regularly scheduled programming, the light fixtures had begun to flicker. Sparks projecting in variegated asterisms. The tapestried windows began to transpose themselves to hyperrealism, admitting the grace of its silver radiance in full force. The intensity of its glow outlines his wingless form as a fledgling seraph. When his lips part, the voice bespeaks with the striking cords of angels.

“You’re not like the rest of them, are you?”

The question was a paralysing tickle of rhetoric. Inexplicit in answer. His tone was doused by curiosity. Incurably childlike. Sickly saccharine words dispensed from sugared teeth as a soothing balm.

Despite these futile attempts to remedy, you were still unsure if any of tonight’s events were not fabricated illusions of a sleep deprived student. Yet, you examine this clown with careful consideration, eyes wide shut, scrutinising his alluring visage, a painted mess of hidden message. The goofy curl of his lip, crooked and exposing of snaggletooth. The crinkle of his emerald eyes, dancing with the moon, illuminating the dim expanse. Glimmering with a dangerous combination of mischief, hope and promise. That, as well, of the silly hand gesture lacing each slender finger through yours, surprisingly chilled to the bone with sudden contact.

Failure to restrain his impending laughter is stimulated by your undue flinching, accompanied by the provocation of a slight gasp as visceral reaction. Failure to respond in time, to oblige his gentle clutch and flee the scene, was magnified by the abrupt entry of two hefty figures looming in the twirling shadows. Failure to react when these figures move swiftly to apprehend and wrest the hand from yours rather viciously.

In that moment, it was serpents against swine. A blur of stiffened and flailing limbs alike in mismatched choreography. Unlike the clown, you don’t resist when the medics wrench you away, divorcing you further from your self-prescribed medicine. And, still..., your attempt to inject a potent dose of belief was persistent.

It couldn’t be real... None of it was real.

But, his smile...

His laugh...

If nothing else was certain, the lingering stretch of that wounded, boyish smile, replete with delusions of dreams and splendor... was terrifying evidence of this obvious truth.

In pristine, white corners, two orderlies stand idly, mildly perturbed by your manic echoes of laughter. Heedless and indifferent to quell the chorus of its reverb as the trembling intensity of its sound gives a semblance of struggle against the straitjacket’s harness.

You think them fools for misjudging your benign mirth as an attempt to escape. Why would you wish to escape that which would finally aim to spread joy to needless misery?

Three consecutive seconds from the clock remind you of your place. When the click of the door’s handle reaches your ears, pure laughter subsides to shaky relief.

When your eyes open again, the vision is a clear frame of vivid spectacle. Two men in the throes of primitive aggression were dragging a half-starved man, limp and comatose, to a destination unknown.

The rhythm of your lungs return to a steady pace. The blood beneath lukewarm skin streams a settled flow through calm rivers.

The studio is emptied. Effectively purged of its pathogens. Still and all, the reality of the ordeal has yet to process its candid rendering. Fatigued and disenchanted, your steps to departure are light and heady.

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As a matter of blinded course, Arthur reveled in his sprinkled delirium. Quite literally basking in its fiery glow as the street lights and infernos merged to one. Perhaps the first in three decades of listless existence, Arthur could finally say, with sincerity, that he was truly, undoubtedly, happy.

Yet, he couldn’t help the risible itch of something missing. A shard of mosaic to complete the tessellating puzzle of this midsummer night’s dream.

Mere moments before the kaleidoscope of crash fractures his drunken taste of giddy liberty, he thinks that no such freedom can exist without the force of another to share the view.

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Then again...

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Was there not you ?

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