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girls-scenarios · 4 years

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The Most Important Thing

Idol: Jennie (BlackPink)

Prompt: Hello, glad to see you guys are back! Can i request for blackpink jennie scenario under a hogwarts au? So jennie and her s/o (gender neutral if possible - or male) are both slytherin students who were having a big argument right before her s/o’s quidditch match. During the match, her s/o (chaser position) lost focus and fell from the sky. You can decide whether the ending should stay angsty. Thank you for entertaining this oddly specific request from a Slytherin anon :D

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head but it took me a while to decide how I wanted to write the end. Why are endings so hard? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing and injuries

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The Slytherin common room was colder than usual, seats abandoned as the other students slipped back to their rooms, leaving the two of you alone. Jennie wasn’t sure why she was feeling so angry, angry enough to grit her teeth together until her jaw hurt. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been sleeping much in order to study for the upcoming exams, maybe it was because she’d been feeling sick from the stress of classes and from an oncoming cold, maybe it was because she’d skipped dinner, or maybe it was all of those things combined. But whatever it was, it was strong enough to ignite a fire in her veins at even the slightest change in your tone, starting what would now be the third fight of the week when you knocked her water over onto her notes and your apology sounded too insincere for her tastes.

“You know how hard I’ve been studying,” she spat out, jumping from her seat as the last Slytherin student scurried away, sensing the oncoming danger. “And you still have the nerve not to apologize when you ruin my hard work by spilling water all over my notes?”

“I did apologize,” you retorted, your voice rising. “But you’re too far up your own ass these days to realize when someone’s being sincere. Or to even realize when anyone else is around!”

“What are you even talking about? Why are you upset? I did nothing to you!”

“You’ve been putting me off for the last few weeks and when we finally do get to talk you blow up and scream at me! Do you really think I meant to knock over your water? Do you think I’m that mean of a person?”

“I think you’re pissed because I’m paying more attention to my notes instead of you.”

Your face grew red as you glared at her, your fists clenching at your sides. “Maybe I am, and maybe I’m pissed because you’ve done nothing but argue with me this week. Maybe I’m pissed because you blamed me for distracting you when all I’m trying to do is be a good partner. But you’re the petty one, not me. I wouldn’t ruin your notes on purpose.”

“Oh really? You wouldn’t? Because you seemed pretty happy to see my notes gone, now you won’t have to compete with them any more.” She narrowed her eyes, her heart beginning to beat faster as her anger grew. “You know, you should think about how it feels to be ignored by your partner for something else. Because I have to be ignored for quidditch every single year but do you ever hear me complaining? No, I go to every single one of your stupid games to watch you sit around in the sky until your one moment to shine comes. And I’ve certainly never done anything to disrupt your game!”

“Quidditch isn’t stupid! It’s a game that goes back centuries, I thought a bookworm like you would at least now that. And I hardly ever put quidditch before you, I have always invited you along to team practices and tryouts. You just don’t want to go because you have better things to do than to support my passion.” You were obviously seething, but Jennie refused to back down, tilting her chin up in defiance as you threw your hands into the air. “And I told you that I didn’t knock over your water, what else do you want me to do? Get on my fucking knees and grovel for your forgiveness?”

“You could have at least tried to act like you understood how many hours of work you just wasted. You could have tried to sympathize with me instead of immediately saying that we could get more time together with them gone. When you say something like that, how am I supposed to think that you didn’t do it on purpose?”

“I was joking. Since when can’t you take a joke?”

“I can’t take a joke when it comes to passing my exams. They’re the most important thing right now, why can’t you understand that?”

You stood still and silent for a moment, your jaw clenched shut “More important than me?” You asked, your voice tight.

She wasn’t sure what came over her. Before today, she would have never said anything like this. But the words came out on their own, bitter and angry. “Right now? Yes.”

“I see how it is. Have it your way, then.” Your eyes were hard and cold as you stalked past her, your robes trailing behind you. She refused to turn back and watch you go, instead huffing as she fell back into her chair and curled her hair around her fingers, tugging at it in frustration. Great, now she’d lost both her notes AND you. But she was still too stubborn and upset to apologize. Plus, you’d been acting strange lately, it wasn’t just her fault.

Gathering her wet notes, she stood up and headed back to her dorm room, deciding to focus on rescuing her notes instead of on the pain and anger swirling in her chest. It was easier to focus on school and planning than on emotions.

At some point, groups of students moving around and talking in the hall could be heard, and Jennie looked up from her work to glance at the clock. Ah, it was almost time for your quidditch game. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her notes, carefully copying down the words she could still make out. If you weren’t going to support her in her studies, then she didn’t care to support your game. She didn’t care if Slytherin won or not.

Still, not long after the hallway became quiet again, she sat up and stretched her sore back, raising her arms up over her head, then turning side to side before glancing back at the clock. The game had started. It was weird not being in the stands, but she shook her head and tried to focus again.

But the words on the wet paper started to blur even more and she let out a frustrated groan, leaning back into her chair and rubbing her hands over her face.

“Why is everything going wrong today?”She muttered to herself, staring up at the ceiling. Her body ached from the nonstop bending over to study, and her fingers were sore from holding the quill. Plus, the fight from earlier kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn’t stop glancing at the clock.

“Oh, whatever!” She stood up from her desk and grabbed her robes and wand, throwing them on as she headed out the door. She would just slip into the stands and stay long enough to watch the game. That should be enough to stretch out her muscles and to keep her from being distracted when she came back, without having to apologize. That would be too humiliating, especially when the entire house witnessed the fight.

The stands were loud as usual, and Jennie slipped in unnoticed, staying at the back of the crowd with her hair covering most of her face. She didn’t really want you to see her in the stands. For a moment, she searched for you above the other players, unable to find you until she saw you floating high above the goalpost. Your face was determined, as usual, but you seemed more stiff than usual, gripping your broom harder than she’d ever seen you grip it before.

Swallowing, she quickly turned her attention back to the rest of the game. She didn’t want to think about how she was the reason behind your poor stance, especially since she knew she would never hear the end of it if it was her that made you lose.

Staring at the goalpost, she started to zone out. Why had she even come? It wasn’t like she hated the game, but she should be studying. Had she come just to see you again? Because she felt bad?

She did feel a little bad. Sighing, she leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms, deep in thought. She had snapped at you, for sure, but you had snapped right back. The fight hadn’t been totally her fault. Both of you were stressed and upset to begin with. Still, she thought she should probably apologize when she got the chance. Just the thought made her frown a bit, because she hated admitting when she was wrong. But this time, she knew she probably should at least tell you that she hadn’t meant the last part. Especially since she actually loved you, and she didn’t want this petty fight to be the end of the relationship.

Yeah, she’d talk to you once the game was over, or maybe tomorrow, after she had gotten some sleep. That would work.

She was about to get up to leave, satisfied with her conclusion, when the students around her began to scream, jumping from their seats. At first, she guessed that the game must have been won, but when she turned around, she saw why they were screaming.

And her blood ran cold.

You were falling.

Your body tumbled from above the goalpost, spinning and flipping with your robes flying above your head as you reached for your broom, your fingers grasping at air. You couldn’t quite reach it, and Jennie’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her feet were rooted to the ground, her body frozen as she watched you fall, almost in slow motion. She wanted to scream, to pull out her wand and try to do something, to call your name, or to do anything! But she couldn’t.

All she could do was watch in horror as you plummeted downwards and collided with the muddy ground with a terrible thud. It was only when she saw your body lying still on the ground that a sound ripped from her throat and she cried out your name, turning the attention in the stands to her.

She screamed your name again and rushed forward, ready to jump off the stands to get down to you, but you didn’t respond. You didn’t move, even as your teammates, Madam Hooch, and the medic witches rushed towards you. As she pushed her body over the railing she felt hands grabbing at her robes and body, pulling her back.

“Let me go!” She screamed, trying to yank herself away. “I have to get to them! I need to get down there!”

“You can’t jump from here,” someone said, “you’ll get hurt too.”

“I don’t care!” Jennie’s face felt hot, and it was only then that she realized she was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks and neck as she struggled against her classmates and the teachers who rushed into the area to hold her back. “I have to get to them, I can’t lose them!”

“You can’t, they have to take them to the hospital wing,” someone else told her, “look, they’re taking them away now.”

“(Y/N) will be okay.” The voice tried to assure her, but as she watched your limp body be placed on a stretcher and carried away, her heart plummeted into her stomach and she only sobbed harder, sagging in the arms of the people around her.

“I have to get to them,” she repeated through gasps, barely able to see through the tears. “I can’t let them go. I still have things I have to say to them. I still haven’t said I was sorry!”

The students around her fell silent at her words, all having heard the argument between the two of you earlier. No one could say anything to comfort her, even as they tried to pat her back and find her a handkerchief, too upset and nervous to say anything, leaving the silence to suffocate her.

Just as Jennie felt her world collapsing around her, her lungs struggling to gasp in air as her brain reminded her of all the things she did wrong, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, Jennie.” Irene, the Slytherin prefect and her friend, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close even as she dry heaved and shivered. “(Y/N) is being taken care of by the best of Hogwarts. We’ll be able to see them soon. Come on, I’ll help you get back to the dorms. I’m not going to leave you alone until you’ve calmed down.”

Jennie wasn’t sure she could stand up or stop crying, but she allowed the other girl to support her and wipe away her tears. All she wanted to do was see you. All she wanted to do was make sure you were okay.

“I’ll take you to see them,” Irene promised, so Jennie allowed her to help her stand up and walk, despite how weak her legs felt. She had to see you.

Hogwarts was alive with chatter and whispers, the news of what had happened to the Slytherin chaser spreading like wildfire through the school. Students fell silent, however, as Jennie passed them with her eyes digging holes into the floor, arm in arm with Irene who guided her through the maze of halls. Now everyone knew about the fight and what happened after you fell, and heads turned to stare, half in wonder that Jennie-who was known for being intimidating-had cried and half in pity. She didn’t notice their eyes or their silence, though, her mind a million worlds away.

Irene had managed to get her to calm down and stop crying, but now she was just numb, allowing the other girl to guide her as she forced herself to take step after step even though she just wanted to fall down and give up. She felt a bit like she was dreaming. Or, really, she hoped that she was dreaming. If this was all a dream, she could wake up and you would be fine, and the two of you could talk and she could apologize for saying that her homework and notes were more important than you when they weren’t. She could apologize for all the hurtful things she’d said because she was stressed, and she could tell you how much she loved you, even if she hadn’t shown it recently. And everything would be okay, if only she could wake up.

“We’re here.” Irene’s soft voice ripped Jennie from her mind and she blinked, finally looking up from the floor. Her eyes focused on the hospital wing sign on the door in front of her and her knees felt weak again.

“Ah,” was all she was able to get out, just staring at the sign. Did she really dare to go inside? Would they even allow her to see you? Were you...? Her heart began to hammer in her chest as her body started to shiver once again, freezing despite the summer heat that wafted through the corridors.

“It’s okay, you can go inside,” Irene said, patting Jennie’s back and giving her a smile. “I’ll wait for you out here.”

At some point, Jennie would have to thank Irene for her help. Without her, Jennie knew she would probably still be in the stands, unable to stand on her own. But all she could do now was nod her head, unable to smile or get any words out as she stepped away from Irene’s arm and opened the door.

As soon as Jennie stepped inside, the school matron Soyou looked up and her face softened. “You’re here to see (Y/N), aren’t you?”

Swallowing, Jennie nodded her head again and forced words out. “I-I am. Are they...?”

“They’re alive, thank Merlin. But they haven’t woken up yet. They cracked their skull and broke a number of bones in their fall. Can’t say for sure when they’ll come back around. It’ll take days to finish healing all their injuries, unfortunately.” Soyou shook her head and let out a sigh. “Quidditch truly is such a dangerous game for kids to be playing. Even with magic, there could be long lasting damage!”

“O-oh.”

“I’m sorry, Jennie. I didn’t mean to scare you. We’re doing the best we can for (Y/N) and I’m sure we’ll get them back to normal. We can even regrow bones, you know.” The matron put her hand on Jennie’s shoulder, finally guiding her away from the entrance. “Come now, I’ll show you to (Y/N)’s bed.”

Your bed was located at the end of the wing, and a curtain had been pulled around you for privacy, blocking out the peering eyes of other students. After Soyou left her at the foot of your bed, Jennie had to take a couple of deep breaths before she could pull back the curtain and step to your side.

Even then, she wasn’t prepared to see you. Immediately, tears rushed back to her eyes as she stared at your still body. Your skin was sickly pallid and your head, arms, and torso were all wrapped and bandaged, your face and body still bruised. She had never seen you like this before. You were always so strong and determined, but now you looked fragile, as if you might break if she touched you. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell into the small chair set up beside your bed, burying her face in her hands as she once again began to sob.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” she choked out, her throat sore from all the crying she’d already done. As much as she wanted to reach out and hold your hand, she couldn’t bring herself to touch you. She was too scared to hurt you any further, so instead she stayed in her chair, weeping with her forehead pressed to your bed, wishing she could go back in time just this once and tell you that she was sorry, and hoping that you could hear her now.

At some point during the night, Irene had come in to check on her, but Jennie had refused to leave your side. After allowing the prefect to bring her a pillow and some water, Soyou had ordered that the two of you be left alone, and so Jennie had fallen asleep beside you, listening to your breathing. Whenever your breaths came too slow or sounded too strained, she would awake in a panic, scared that you would go to a place she couldn’t reach.

Eventually, she fell asleep gently holding your hand, her fear of losing you overcoming her fear of touching you.

Time in the hospital wing seemed to move strangely. People came and went during the morning hours, once again working on healing your wounds and trying to convince her to go eat breakfast. Irene came in shortly after the witches left, with a few pastries on a plate for Jennie to eat.

“You have to eat, but I got you excused from classes today. I’ll be back with lunch, okay?” Irene gave her a hug, and this time, Jennie was able to whisper her thanks before the other girl walked away.

Hours blended together. Jennie’s appetite never came back, even though Irene brought her meals to eat while she waited for you to wake up. Mostly, she slept, her head resting on your bed and her hand over yours. At some point, Irene told her that she would place the notes from classes in her room, but Jennie didn’t care. She didn’t care how many days were going by or how many classes she was missing. All she cared about was you.

All she wanted was for you to wake up.

The moon was up when you stirred under her hand, causing her to jolt awake. What day was it now? Blinking her eyes, she focused on your face, holding her breath. Your fingers and face twitched and you breathed in a deep breath before your body lay still again. For a moment, her heart dropped, the hope she’d felt falling away.

Then you opened your eyes, and relief washed over her body, causing her to tear up once again as her eyes met yours.

“W-where am I?” You asked, your voice hoarse and eyes unfocused. She did her best to hold back her tears as she jumped from her seat, one hand still holding yours as her other gently touched your face.

“You’re in the hospital wing,” she replied shakily, “do you remember what happened?”

You squinted up at her, then shivered. “I.... I fell from my broom.”

“You did. But you’re okay now.”

“H-how long have I been here?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied truthfully, swallowing her tears and taking a deep breath, “I think it’s been four days. Yeah, because Irene brought me dinner four times.”

You stared up at her, your eyes widening. “She brought you dinner.... You’ve been here the whole time?”

“I have. I was too scared to leave your side.” Jennie wiped at her face and cleared her throat. “I need to go tell Madam Soyou that you woke up. I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

Your voice was soft when you responded. “Okay.”

Soyou’s room was right next to the wing, but Jennie still found herself crying as she walked there. You were awake. Days of nonstop worry were replaced with relief, but a fear still lingered at the back of her head. What if you didn’t forgive her? What if she couldn’t apologize enough? What if you couldn’t play quidditch again? That game was your life, and it was her fault you’d gotten hurt. Her words had caused more damage than she ever thought was possible, and she was scared that she might never be able to mend the damage.

But she loved you too much not to try. She had to prove to you how much she cared. She had to help you as much as she could, to show that you were truly the most important thing in her life. The two of you would have to talk and work things out, but she was willing to apologize with all of her soul and change herself for the better. She was willing to do anything for you.

So she squared her shoulders, wiped her tears away, and knocked on Soyou’s door, ready to go back to your side and keep her promise.

#femifics #blackpink #jennie #blackpink scenarios #jennie scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #t:hogwartsau

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lizacstuff · 4 years

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Bunch of anons about Carina and Roswell NM drama

Under the cut because it’s long and gossipy...

Anonymous said: Whatever nonsense Carina may have been up to with Jeanine and Nathan, both the leads have seemed to keep their private issues to themselves by not telling other cast or friends. That's why it angers me that the person who leaked the information disregarded Jeanine as a person and victim.

I’m of two minds on this. On one hand I totally agree and I hate that Jeanine’s name was drug into this and her involvement was shared by the multiple inside sources, but on the other hand I do not like Carina, I think she was awful to work for, and I think it’s a good thing if it’s know in the industry that she created friction on set and was investigated by HR.

She was so unprofessional, just from what we could see as fans, that she should NOT be put in charge of another show any time soon. So I think for the sake of people she will work with in the future, it’s a good thing it’s out there. She has a whole lot of growing to do before she should ever work in television again.

You make a good point about Jeanine and Nathan keeping their business to themselves. Carina is out there over-sharing constantly, putting every neurosis on full display, and forcing half the cast to be out drinking and entertaining her on a regular basis. While those two, kept quiet and out of the spotlight. In interviews/panels they’ve both been completely professional, doing their jobs while also being charming, funny and eloquent.

It was obvious to those of us watching closely that all was not well between J/N and Carina when the season started shooting. Carina was bitchier when she talked about them and those characters than she had been before, and J/N were nowhere to be seen in her braggy out-partyin’-with-my-cast IG stories and posts.

As you say, it doesn’t look like J/N tried to drag any other cast or crew into whatever the issue was. I’m not sure the same can be said for Carina, that speaks volumes about the character of all involved.

Anonymous said: I saw that abnormallyadam is doing a live social media thing with Jeanine and Vlamis soon. I guess we might get more information then and if Jeanine decides to say anything.

How hilarious would it be if Adam gets the scoop of a lifetime!?

I’m guessing this chat or whatever it is was set up before Jeanine and Vlamis knew the studio was going to swoop in and make their lives a whole lot better by firing Carina. So it will be interesting to see if it still happens on schedule or if it’s postponed for awhile.

If it does go on, I think they will probably cover it really quickly and superficially like Vlamis did when he was schilling his merch the other night and then move on. They won’t deep dive into it, that’s for sure.

Anonymous said: Carina has been tweeting incessantly today! Like tweeting about other meaningless things won't make people forget lol. Also about that anon message you received about unfollowing nathan - wowwww she used to be up his butt.

Yes, remember the days when Carina used him as her social media crutch (every post she makes like that with a hot actor or country singer is basically her rampant insecurities saying: “hey look at the hot guy(s) who hang out with me and take pictures with me, it means I have value ya’ll!”) before she moved onto Trevino and then Vlamis. So sad.

They were clearly friends after The Originals and she invited him to audition. I’m glad she did, he’s great in the role. Although it sounds like he was lucky that the President of the CW saw him and told her he was a leading man, since she didn’t see him as a lead. Sometime a friend’s preconceived notions might actually hold a person back...

Who knows what happened, but just knowing human nature and Carina’s energy, I’ve always wondered if she thought she was going to have her friend on set and he was gonna be her social crutch, her go-to to entertain her and party with her, but right off the bat he and Jeanine got together so during the first season filming he wasn’t so much interested in the single, going-out partying lifestyle that she’s clearly addicted to and that rankled her a bit. Perhaps she lost her party buddy to her leading lady, and the loss of that attention “displeased” her. (to quote Kamran who said Carina told the writers to punish actors who displeased her by reducing their screen time. Interesting thought, no?)

Anonymous said: Well the interesting thing is some of the other people she follows don't post much either and she continues to follow them. Interesting interesting.

I know. She didn’t unfollow him because of that. That was definitely a show of cutting ties with him. It was probably in a fit of rage because she can’t unfollow Jeanine (because that would look terrible). Also she has been so humiliated between being unceremoniously fired and losing her development deal with WB, the Hollywood Reporter article making her look terrible, and that writer spilling tea, that my guess is she’s hoping to shift focus to someone else and she knows unfollowing him will make us all wonder why.

Anonymous said: Well shoot, maybe it was Nathan and not Jeanine who went to hr? And Carina found out? Or Nathan took the fall? Sorry I'm just going down a rabbit hole of conspiracy.

In my opinion there’s no reason to think those sources got it wrong. I would guess that Jeanine was involved, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t also involve Nathan. Those two are a self-professed team, so no reason to think they wouldn't be in this instance as well.

Anonymous said: Does this mean she'll unfollow Jeanine too??

I’m sure she wants to, but she can’t unless she wants to confirm that, yes, there was friction on the set and, yes, there was a specific problem with her leading lady.

Carina went out of her way to try and combat the “rumors” about her and Jeanine not getting along, addressing the situation in her goodbye post-- drawing more attention to it in the process-- so unfollowing her now would just make her look foolish and like everything she said was a lie and everything from the inside sources is true.

Anonymous said: Carina will definitely do something stupid. She can't help herself. But even though there's no reason to follow Nathan, he's been inactive on Twitter for over a year and for her to unfriend now during this drama and mess...how is that a coincidence?

As I said above, I know it’s not a coincidence. She’s dumb because by doing that she pretty much confirmed that there was friction on the set. If there wasn’t, she wouldn’t be unfollowing the person in the main cast who she was closest too prior to the show.

Part of me wonders if, as an old friend, she asked him for something (to defend her or a show of support) and he wouldn't do it. Perhaps she’s most hurt by him not supporting her since they were friends before and she did give him a lead role on a network show (and also accidentally introduced him to his girlfriend.) Maybe she thought he owed her and he didn't step up to defend her or even just give a tacit show of support by responding to her social media posts on leaving??

I’m guessing if he had come out of social media hibernation to give her one of those paltry “Thanks for everything” responses to her IG post like the other actors she wouldn't have unfollowed him.

Anonymous said: Someone said the writer deleted all his tweets about Carina.

Not surprising, it was a crazy spree he was on, who wants to bet that he got contacted by a lawyer late Friday night?

I’m sure Carina was doing everything in her power to threatened him and to get him to stop.

Anonymous said: I remember the writer also referring to Nathan as Carina's "friend." Is it in quotations because they are not actually friends? Frenemy? Carina was recently saying nice things about Nathan so based on her perspective, she thinks they were still on good terms?

Well they were apparently friends before he was cast, what happened after that is hard to say. They seemed fine during the promotion of season 1, but as soon as season 2 started filming, Carina’s tone when talking about him and Max got ugly and Nathan and Jeanine were staying far away from her socially. I mean Jeanine hosted a ladies Friendsgiving at their house, where 40 women from the cast and crew came over for a Thanksgiving feast, but the female showrunner wasn’t there. Hmmmm...

However, this spring things seemed to have thawed a bit. Jeanine and Carina would occasionally like each other’s IG post (someone pointed out to me that had stopped during summer of 2019 and they didn’t engage with each other’s posts much if at all during S2 filming) Jeanine and Carina did that IG live and Carina was talking positively about Nathan and Max and seemed to be setting him up for a big season 3 with the dual roles and talking excitedly about that, so honestly, to me, it seemed like they had made their peace. Perhaps Carina getting fired (and the straw that broke the camel’s back on that was clearly her idiotic tirade against the UK distributor) brought back up all the issues??? Or maybe Carina blamed them because of the prior issues? Or maybe they didn’t support her with the studio when she was trying to salvage her job? All I know is that Carina’s public behavior on social media is enough grounds to fire her, so she has no business blaming anyone but herself.

Anonymous said: Someone said to the writer that jeanine, amber and nathan are staying silent on the matter and kamran replied that "Silence speaks louder than words." just above that they also were wondering who Carina harassed and bullied into silence? was it nathan?

Who knows... ask the writer.

Anonymous said: Carina going from Zapit straight to writing for TVD is peak white privilege. After that THR article you could tell she believed a little too much how far that privilege would get her. Good riddance. Good luck getting another job for being such a big liability. I don't see any corporation hiring her again.

I think the only way she’s getting another job in TV anytime soon is if Julie gives it to her. She’s talented, once she grows up maybe she’ll be capable of running a show, but it was clear from the peanut gallery she should never have been given that amount of responsibility that she had on RNM.

#anti carina #carina fired #fandom wank #asklizac #anonymous

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blacktofade · 5 years

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This was a thinly veiled excuse to write filth. My b. Hope you enjoy, you beautiful anon.

“Do you ever think about how dangerous this job is?” Ryan asks, camera pointed towards a dark corner of a musty basement. There’s nothing there, but the tense line of Ryan’s shoulders says he expects there to be something.

Shane laughs before he realizes it’s not a joke and not the response Ryan’s looking for. His glare says Shane should be careful what he says next.

“What danger?” Shane asks, because he’s always been immune to Ryan’s threats anyway.

Ignoring his tone, Ryan says, “There’s a risk in coming to these places.”

“Just to clarify — when you say these places you mean these beautiful historical homes?”

Ryan gives him another look and Shane tries his best not to smile.

“We never know what we might find,” Ryan continues.

“There might be cobwebs and spiders,” Shane agrees and Ryan makes a noise of annoyance.

“There might be undead horrors.”

“Dramatic,” Shane deadpans and Ryan scoffs and moves off towards the next totally-not-spooky corner.

After his solo shut-in, Ryan emerges, flushed and slightly sweaty. He won’t meet Shane’s stare and keeps putting his back to where Mark’s holding the camera, which is going to make editing difficult.

“Have fun?” Shane asks, stepping closer, because someone has to help the idiot out of the GoPros strapped to his body.

Ryan makes a noncommittal noise and Shane huffs a laugh.

“Scared speechless?”

“Something like that,” Ryan eventually replies and Shane figures if nothing else, the fans will enjoy it.

The questioning returns when they roll out their sleeping bags and crawl into them later that night.

“You’re really not worried?” Ryan asks as Shane scrolls through his phone and Shane glances over, because he’s not sure Ryan’s being serious.

“How many hunts have we done now?”

“But — ” Ryan starts and Shane interrupts.

“No, Ryan. I’m not worried.”

It falls quiet long enough that Shane goes back to his Instagram feed.

“But don’t you think about the true crime stuff? I know you don’t care about ghosts, but people scare you, right?”

Shane sighs and locks his phone because apparently this conversation is happening regardless.

“Are you trying to scare yourself? Is this a new thing for you?”

“Thing?”

“A kink,” Shane jokes, but Ryan goes quiet and Shane wonders if maybe it’s too much with the cameras still rolling.

“No,” Ryan insists and Shane would drop it if Ryan weren’t so easy to tease.

Instead, he says, “So, you don’t want to think about someone standing in the dark corner over there watching us sleep?”

“Shane,” Ryan complains, which only encourages him.

“You don’t want to think about ghosts creeping in here when you're vulnerable and not awake?”

“Shane.”

“What about a demon crawling inside you and taking control?”

Shane actually laughs at the noise Ryan lets out because it sounds like Ryan wants to die and that means Shane’s annoyed him to the best of his abilities. Except that Ryan rolls onto his side, facing Shane, and makes the noise again, but softer, a little more pained.

Shane turns on the flashlight on his phone and points it over at him, just in case he’s worked himself into a panic attack and needs the light to ground his brain. But Ryan doesn’t look scared. His face is flushed and he’s squinting into the brightness, but his expression is something Shane can’t quite place.

“You good?” he asks and watches Ryan draw in a handful of unsteady breaths through his mouth.

“We can’t keep this footage in,” Ryan tells him, voice low like he’s trying to avoid being picked up by the microphones around the room, which is impossible when they’re rigged to record the tiniest of noises.

“Too scared?” Shane laughs and Ryan swallows and shakes his head.

“Not scared,” he admits and Shane gets a sudden realization that he’s witnessing something new, something illicit. For once in his life, he thinks he might have been right about something.

Shane opens his mouth, shuts it, and then opens it again. “Are you — ?”

Shane doesn't even know what he's trying to say, or at least can't wrap his mind around the possibility that it actually is a new kink for Ryan and that he might be hard in his sleeping bag less than a foot away. He's always had a running joke that Ryan's actually turned on by being scared, but it was never meant to leave the safety of his brain or be true.

“Adrenaline can do weird things,” Shane tries instead. “I got a semi after a car accident once. It'll go away.”

Ryan looks at him, a mix of humiliation and something else in his expression, and Shane knows he should turn the light on his phone off and stop looking. But he can't.

They've reached an awkward stalemate and Shane knows he has to leave the ball in Ryan's court. He waits, listening to the sound of Ryan shifting inside his sleeping bag.

“This is dangerous,” Ryan says, voice so low Shane can barely hear.

“Does that make things worse?”

Ryan lets out a noise like a sigh and after a second, Shane realizes there's a rhythmic shifting that's probably exactly what he thinks it is.

“Ryan,” Shane says, slightly aghast and slightly impressed by Ryan's brazenness.

“Tell me how dangerous this is.”

Shane's mouth goes dry and his dick gets so hard so quickly that he thinks he sees spots in front of his eyes from the change in blood pressure. He presses a hand to his forehead and drops his phone, plunging them back into darkness which somehow makes it worse. Because he can't see, he's more aware of exactly what he can hear — which is the dry sound of skin on skin as Ryan jerks himself off.

“This is real fucking dangerous,” Shane says and it's not even just to appease Ryan. It's goddamn true. They're going to need to scrub the footage before anyone else gets to see and they'll have to blame the missing hours on technical difficulties or something.

“Yeah,” Ryan exhales and Shane is so far in over his head.

“You could be caught.”

Ryan makes a soft noise, like he's biting back a groan, and Shane slips a hand into his own sleeping bag to press against his cock. He's going to come in his PJs like a teenager having a wet dream. And maybe that's what this really is because there's no way it could be Shane's reality. He's wanted something, anything, from Ryan for so long that maybe he's begun to hallucinate.

But he can feel the air on his face when Ryan blows out a heavy breath and says, “Don't go quiet on me, Madej.”

Shane makes his own small noise then and gets the feeling that Ryan's watching him, even in the darkness.

“Anyone could see this,” Shane continues and he's not sure if he's telling Ryan or himself. “We could lose our jobs.”

“I'm close,” Ryan says and Shane doesn't think he means the physical separation between them. Shane's about to experience Ryan having an orgasm right beside him.

“Is this what today has been leading up to?” Shane asks because he has the sudden thought that maybe he should have seen the buildup to all this. “You've been talking about danger this whole time.” The memory of Ryan emerging after his shut-in hits Shane around the head like a baseball bat. “You were turned on by your solo investigation.”

Ryan exhales around a moan, the pitch of it rising and then suddenly cutting off, and Shane knows without a doubt that he's just listened to Ryan come and he's never going to be able to unhear it.

He's so hard and when he presses against his dick again, he knows he can get there. Ryan got there and so can he. He just doesn't know what he needs.

A hand lands on the side of his sleeping bag, tucked up high beside Shane's ribs.

“Shane,” Ryan says, suddenly closer than before.

The hand shifts, patting along Shane's chest, going higher and higher still until he's got Shane's chin cupped in his palm. His thumb finds Shane's mouth and Shane doesn't know what's happening until he realizes Ryan's using it as a guide in the dark as he presses their lips together.

Ryan doesn't even wait for Shane to figure out which way is up before he licks into his mouth in the dirtiest kiss Shane has been involved in since college. And, as it turns out, it’s exactly what Shane needs. It gives him something to focus on as he grinds against his own palm, knowing it’s without a doubt the most reckless thing he’s ever done.

Ryan’s hand is hot against the side of his face and he kisses like he’s trying to steal Shane’s soul, or just keep him quiet. Shane can’t figure out which and honestly doesn’t care. Ryan bites at his bottom lip and the whole situation is so surreal that Shane pushes a groan into Ryan’s mouth and comes.

He’s going to regret it later when the mess cools in his underwear and he doesn’t have a shower to wash off properly. But for now, he gives Ryan one last kiss before drawing back to take in a deep lungful of air.

“What just happened?” he asks, pressing his forehead against Ryan’s. Ryan cards his fingers through Shane’s hair.

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding honest. “Think I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

Shane shuts his eyes and thinks about how lucky he is.

“For the record, I'm not dangerous if that's what you're looking for.”

Ryan drags his lips along Shane's jaw and Shane can feel the warm air as he laughs.

“Not looking for danger,” Ryan tells him. “I'm looking for you.”

Shane turns his head to catch Ryan's lips, and Ryan hums happily. It's not how he pictured their trip going and they have a lot to talk about when the sun rises and the cameras are off, but for now, he’s perfectly okay with it.

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What about an AU meet cute in which Even mistakes Isak for a library assistant (due to his being there so often) and tries to flirt with him by asking for help finding an outrageously obscure and entirely made-up book.

Ah, thanks for this, anon. It took a while, and is not quite what I intended when I first read this prompt. But I did manage to write something, so thank you for helping me out of my stuck place!

Even’s lungs are tight and he’s panting, breathless as he runs. He shouldn’t have left this to the last minute, he knows, but as usual he’s let a deadline slide until his whole ass is on the line. His legs are burning fire as he screeches around the last corner and sprints up the stairs to get into the library before it shuts for the day.

He’s still trying to drag air into his lungs when he spots the guy. The guy. The library guy Even’s been crushing on for the last few weeks. Today the guy is quietly shelving books, a frown creasing his forehead, and squinting at the titles as he wheels a small trolley around the room. He’s beautiful, and Even’s suddenly breathless for a whole different reason. The library’s uniform of black t-shirt looks particularly good on him today. Tighter than usual. Makes Even’s breath catch as he leans up on his toes to push a book into a higher shelf and it hugs the contours of his back.

His throat dry, Even drags his eyes away from the guy’s body and looks around. Blinks as he remembers what he was here for. His project. The one that’s got him properly fucked now that it’s due tomorrow and he has no clue how to find the info he needs. Normally, Even does what any self-respecting person would do and consults the internet. Unfortunately, this project requires consultation of actual physical books. Even’s teacher was adamant that at least one of his sources must be a book. No exceptions, Even. You need a range.

Forcing himself to focus, Even wanders towards the nearest shelf and stares at the titles lining the top row. It’s probably not the most efficient way of finding what he needs, but Even’s brain feels a little addled from seeing the guy and it’s the first thing that pops into his head to do. He grimaces when he really looks at the section he’s in, and screws up his nose. Anatomy. Some other scientific stuff that Even can’t even decipher from the book titles.

“Excuse me.”

The voice startles Even, makes him jump as a soft, “fuck,” escapes his lips. He turns and his eyes widen. It’s the guy. Standing right next to Even with a quizzical expression and those frown lines etched even deeper in his forehead than before.

“This book goes up there,” the guy says, nodding at the shelf Even is standing in front of.

“Oh. Sorry.” He moves to the side and the guy grunts a little as he reaches up to push the book onto the shelf. He smiles slightly as he catches Even’s eye and starts to turn back to his trolley.

Even has a sudden impulse now that he has this guy next to him and has actually spoken actual words to him. The idea of letting this opportunity slip through his fingers is inconceivable and he reaches out to clasp the guy’s arm.

“Um, actually … can you maybe help me?” he asks. “I’m looking for a book but I’m not having any luck.”

“You want me to help you find a book?”

The guy’s brow is creased in confusion, which is just bizarre considering this is his job. So Even thinks he must just be confused about why Even would approach him here rather than using the more orthodox information desk, so he puts on his most winning smile and hopes it works.

“Yes. I’m … not very good at libraries.”

The guy snorts. His face creases into a reluctant smile and Even is totally fucked now. He’s so beautiful close up, his eyelashes long and pretty and his mouth twisted into an amused wry resignation. The guy’s eyes actually twinkle when he speaks again and the sight is so stunning Even almost loses focus again.

“Not good at libraries?”

“Mmmm, that’s right. Confusing places. All these books.” Even clears his throat as the guy lets out another small huff of laughter and shakes his head. “So. It’s … uh.” Even realizes he hasn’t got an actual title in mind so he coughs a little to cover as he desperately searches his brain for something. “It’s called Aspects of Modern Film Making, from Luhrmann to Bigelow.”

The guys squints at him, his brow furrowed in suspicion, and Even doesn’t blame him. He pulled the name out of his ass, and he’s not even sure it actually exists.

“A book on film making?”

“Yup.”

Even keeps his winning smile on his face, even though it’s feeling a hit stiff and awkward now. He should probably have thought this through a little better.

“A book on film making in the science section?”

“Oh?” Even blushes. “Is … oh, this is the science section? I wondered why it looked wrong.”

It’s such an obvious lie, easily seen through to the point of transparency. Even’s bracing himself for the inevitable moment when it all falls down around him, the guy calls him out and then goes on his merry way round the library knowing that Even is a complete idiot who lies as a flirting technique but is so shit at it he can’t even manage a believable lie. Instead, the guy sighs, amusement clear on his face.

“You really are shit at libraries,” he says. He moves towards a computer and Even trails behind him, relieved that the guy has decided he’s merely incompetent rather than a lying liar who lies.

“Okay,” the guy says, tapping at the keyboard and peering at the screen. “What was that title again?”

Even dutifully repeats the title, knowing he’s about to be found out. The guy sucks his lip in between his teeth and concentrates on the screen. Nothing comes up and he frowns again.

“Are you sure that was the title?” he asks. “It’s not showing on the catalogue.”

“Yeah, pretty sure,” Even says, feeling the heat rising into his cheeks as he perpetuates the lie and gets himself even further into this shit. “I remembered it because Luhrmann and Bigelow are so different as directors and it seemed weird to put them together. You know?”

The guy shakes his head and huffs in irritation. “I can’t say that I do,” he says. “A movie’s a movie and who gives a shit about the directors?” Ignoring the affronted gasp of horror Even makes, he turns to look at Even and shrugs. “Sorry, but I don’t think they have the book you want. But you could maybe try to order it from another library.”

“They?” Even asks, confused now in his turn, enough to drop the affronted comment he was about to make about the guy’s lack of movie awareness. “Don’t you work here?”

The guy glares at him. “No. What would make you think I do?”

“Well .. the trolley. And you’re always here. And … well … you wear the uniform.”

The sparkle is back in the guy’s eyes and he chuckles, grinning at Even. “You’ve been paying attention.”

“I … may have noticed you occasionally.”

“I don’t work here,” the guy says. “I just actually study, which you should maybe try by the way, rather than wandering aimlessly around the library, and it’s easier to put my own stuff back while I get the next one.”

“On a library trolley? While wearing the uniform? What about that sign over there that says don’t put books away?”

The guys blushes. “There is no uniform; lots of people just like black. And … uh … they … tolerate me putting books away, I guess. When it’s busy they like the help.”

“So you do work here, then.”

The guy shakes his head, clearly frustrated. “No. But call it volunteering if it makes you feel better.”

“It does,” Even says, allowing his grin to widen. “Makes me feel like less of an idiot.”

There’s an eye roll this time which is just a little too endearing and Even clears his throat once more.

“I’m Even, by the way.” The guy looks confused again and Even laughs. “For when you tell the story of how I made up a book just so I could keep talking to the cute guy I thought worked here.”

He holds his hand out and raises his eyebrow in query, hopes the guy will reciprocate with his own name.

“Isak,” the guy says, shaking his head as he takes Even’s hand. “But I’m never telling this story; Jonas would laugh his balls off that someone thought I worked here. He already makes fun of me for how much time I spend in this place.”

His face creases up again and he looks at Even as realization dawns on his face. “Wait. You … you made up the book?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I panicked.”

“You’re a dork,” Isak says, but he’s smiling and there’s a spot of color high on his cheeks.

“I’ve been told,” Even agrees cheerfully, his heart singing because Isak is still here despite all Even’s stupid confessions so maybe this wasn’t as big a disaster as Even has feared. “Mikael says it’s my worst quality. But I prefer to think it’s my best.”

“You think I’m cute?”

This time, it’s Even who’s blushing and he looks away. “I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that, but … yeah.”

He’s startled by a laugh from Isak and glances over at him in confusion.

“I might have come over to this section because I saw you here,” Isak says by way of explanation. “I might have wanted to talk to the cute guy who always looks so flustered when he’s here and just walks in circles accomplishing nothing.”

“Yeah?” Even asks, his breath caught once again.

Isak nods and Even grins. “Do you … maybe want to get a coffee?” Isak asks. “I’m almost done with my work and the library’s closing in a few minutes.”

“Fuck!” Even says, remembering his project and the deadline he’s been so blithely ignoring. Talking to Isak had dragged his thoughts off his actual purpose here, which is the opposite of useful really. “I really do need to find a book. Tonight.” He looks around, takes in the vast quantity of bookshelves and grimaces. “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so fucked.”

Isak laughs and pokes him. “If you have a real title, I can help you find it and then maybe we can soothe your nerves with a coffee.”

“Okay,” Even says, his heart doing a delighted dance in his chest. The project is still not done, Even’s still going to have to pull an all nighter to get it finished, and it’s still probably going to be less than his best work. But it doesn’t seem quite as dire as it did when he was running to get here. Coffee with Isak seems like a fair exchange for losing out on good grades.

If that coffee takes longer than expected, because the conversation flows and Even can’t drag himself away, and if Even ends up with a 4 rather than his usual 5 or 6 for this project because of that, well … it was definitely worth it.

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