#SOUNDS OF DISGUSTED PROTEST LMFAO

[out-of-jams]

Enfer || kth

↠ Enfer ↞ Enfer, the ironically named club, was well known for helping to bring together those of the living with the dead, well, undead. And your best friend had convinced you to try it out, to potentially find a partner amongst the sophisticated group of the otherworldly elite. You’d been open to it.

But never would you have imagined meeting him.

Warnings/Genre: Supernatural. Drabble. Sugar daddy!Taehyung. Vampire!Taehyung. Human!Reader. References to blood drinking. Light fluff. Strangers to lovers (hinted at).

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is dedicated to the lovely @kimtaehyunq​  Happy birthday hoe. I wanted to keep this as a surprise, but I suck. And don’t know how to hit “anon” in an ask box lmfao. Either way, congrats on becoming one year closer to death!

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The multicolored lights flashing above your head covered your silver hued dress with a curtain of mystery. And thankfully, the music blasting from the expensive speakers in the establishment wasn’t too loud--just enough to urge you to let loose. To swing your hips to the enticing beat pounding through your bones.

But you weren’t dancing, it wasn’t your thing. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were bad at it. So there you stood, at the blue lit bar with a glass of long island iced tea clutched between your hands. You were still on your first drink since entering the club twenty minutes ago, if that was what you could even call the establishment.

The interior was fancy, sophisticated in a way that made you feel slightly out of place. That, paired with the numerous amounts of incredibly attractive people twisting on the dance floor and occupying the bar, or sitting in the plush booths lining the back wall.  And if you squinted into the artificial fog filtering through the tiny holes in the dance floor, you’d just be able to make out your best friend.

Lisa moved like she was attempting to entice the gods themselves. With her blonde hair sticking to her sweat drenched face and black dress practically a second skin, she may as well have been Aphrodite in the flesh. Attracting the eyes of those who moved their bodies around her like magnets. The only thing that stopped any one of them from striking up a conversation with her was the luminescent red choker that she’d received at the door, tied into a ribbon around her neck.

Your hand came up to absentmindedly twist your fingers around your own choker, though yours was a bright green. And you looked away from your best friend just in time to catch the lingering gaze from a woman seated at one of the booths on the far side of the room. Even in the dim lighting you could see the deep seated red that left a ring around her iris’. They glowed, reflecting in the darkness like a cat.

You hastily looked away, cheeks heating in a deep flush. The ribbon around her neck had been colored a baby pink.

“Can I get you another one?”

Head snapping towards the direction of the bar, you glanced back at your empty glass and slid it onto the surface. The man standing on the opposite side leaned his elbows against the bar and raised a playful eyebrow at you. “Sure.”

His plump lips twitched into an eye-squinting smile and pulled a cute dimple into existence on his right cheek. The lights flashing above illuminated his soft looking face and silver hair in a way that suited him. And the red embroidered name tag pinned through his blue dress shirt read: Jimin. Made him stand out despite the black ribbon strung around his petite neck like an accessory. Which did nothing to hide the two permanent puncture wounds at the junction between his neck and shoulder. But he left them uncovered, showed them off proudly.

“First time?” Even his voice was sweet, like nectar. It was a good thing that Jimin was already spoken for, claimed, because you probably wouldn’t have been able to string together a coherent sentence with those knowing eyes of his weighing heavily on you.

“How could you tell?” You were grateful for the fact that the upbeat track starting up wasn’t loud enough to drown out your words. Force you to shout at the man who stood less than three feet away from you.

Jimin grinned, lips pulling back to reveal bright white teeth and a crooked front tooth. And one of his hands fluttered through the air nonchalantly as he set to making your new drink. “You have this innocent, scared look on your face. Like you’re just waiting for someone to come up and eat you or something.”

His last words were punctuated by a wink thrown in your direction, emphasized by the sound of clinking ice when he shook the cocktail mixer. You couldn’t help the pout that overtook your lips. “I’m not scared. I’ve just never...my best friend told me about this place and I figured that I might as well check it out.”

With a barely audible clank, your newly made drink was settled atop a napkin on the bar in front of you. Jimin leaned back onto the surface and nodded his head at the green ribbon tied comfortably around your neck. The one you’d been given at the door to symbolize what it was that you were looking for. “So you’re interested in finding a partner, then?”

Again, your hand lifted to play with the silk accessory without realizing it. It was brightly colored so that even the poorest-sighted humans that crowded the establishment could see it. And it sent up an even brighter beacon to the immortal beings that floated around like well dressed specters. Catching the eyes of every mundane within ten feet of them, what with their otherworldly beauty and magnetizing presence.

Enfer, the ironically named club, was well known for helping to bring together those of the living with the dead, well, undead. Vampires. They’d roamed the earth for longer than what was recorded and only as recently as ten years ago had they come to the light. Revealed themselves to the world. It’d been a shock at first. Had awoken mobs of churchgoers and those who were too afraid of the unknown to take to the streets in protest. To attempt to kill what was already dead.

Peace hadn’t settled until celebrities, world leaders, and those with power showed who they truly were. And it was still a work in progress, maintaining that balance between humans and vampires, but it was a lot better than it’d been years ago.

“I’m...open to the idea.” You cleared your dry throat with a sip from the sweet tasting alcoholic drink.

“Mm.” Jimin hummed around a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “There’s nothing wrong with that. The life of a Bloodfeed isn’t for everyone, but those who embrace it, love it. Speaking from experience, of course.”

The word Bloodfeed brought another blush to your cheeks that you couldn’t blame on the alcohol. It was a topic that wasn’t commonly spoken of. Was frowned upon by human society. Because in the eyes of the mundane, to be a willing partner for a vampire to feed from was ‘disgusting.’ Viewed to be nothing other than a human willing to give up their blood in exchange for money.

But you knew that wasn’t the case. Lisa was one to more than a single vampire, unwilling to settle with just one of them. There were two types of Bloodfeed: those who chose to settle down with one vampire for the rest of their existence as partners, to be marked as theirs and to claim them in return. And those who refused to commit to just one, who bounced from vampire to vampire in order to chase the rush that being fed on brought.

Lisa liked the thrill, the freedom to flirt with whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. To bathe in the riches and gifts that those who she gave herself to gifted her. But she wasn’t just in it for the money. She truly cared about them, saw them as lifelong friends. 

You’d never been fed from. Hell, you’d only met two vampires in your entire life. But the way Lisa’s eyes lit up when she spoke of her two favorite partners, the happiness that overtook her spoke volumes.

And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hold an interest, a curiosity towards those who were both alive and not. To wonder what it felt like to have fangs pierce your skin. But you weren’t in it for the money, despite the fact that your ignored pile of bills and red numbers in your bank account may have stated otherwise. 

Not all Bloodfeed to vampire relationships were romantic. Some were platonic even when they pledged themselves to the other for life. You weren’t sure which end of the spectrum you were looking for, but you knew that you wouldn’t settle for just anyone. 

“That’ll be eighteen, sweetheart.” Jimin nodded at the alcoholic beverage that you absentmindedly brushed your fingertips against.

Your eyes widened at having almost forgotten that you had to pay for things. And your small handbag was placed against the bar as you rummaged through it for your wallet, squinting in the dim lighting.

“Put it on my tab, Jimin.” The voice, deep and melodic and beautiful, had your head snapping to your left in surprise.

How you hadn’t noticed him appearing into the empty space next to you was astounding. Your eyes were blown open and you knew that your mouth was parted in awe at the man towering above you, but you couldn’t help it. Because he was completely and utterly breathtaking.

Golden skin covered by a black turtleneck and matching blazer practically screamed money. His wavy dark hair was just long enough to messily cover his forehead, but short in the back. And when he tilted his head down to meet your eyes, you noticed the mole in the middle of his left cheek and another on the bottom of his nose.

His blinked down at you, irises ringed red with one monolid and one double. You must have looked stupid with the dazed way you gaped at him because his rose hued, cupid-bow shaped lips pulled up into a knowing smile. And the gold hoop earrings pierced through each of his lobes caught the flash of the overhead lights. Bathed him in a dim glow of blue.

“Hello.” His greeting passed his lips like liquid honey. A soul-wrenching baritone that caught and enticed you. Left you craving more. Especially when the scent of his subtle, husky cologne shortwired your senses.

The ribbon tied around his neck, like it belonged there, glimmered a soft pink.

“H-hi.” You mentally cursed yourself for stammering around your returned greeting. But it wasn’t your fault, not when he looked like that. Like he’d just stepped off a runway. With the magnetizing aura that surrounded his presence.

He smiled again, wider that time, enough to show off a cute box-shaped grin. To reveal his perfect white teeth and amusement-creased eyes. “What’s your name, little one?”

Either it was the petname that fell from his mouth, or the way he leaned an arm onto the bar and closer into your space that had you swallowing. Hard. Your tongue nervously wet your lips with a flash of pink. “Y/n.”

The man’s eyes glanced down at the green standing out against your skin before slowly catching your gaze again. His red eyes drew you in and refused to let go. Hypnotized you with the pure gentleness that shone in them. And his lips tasted your name upon them, murmured the syllables into the simmering air around you.

“I’m Taehyung.” His hand hung between you like an offering. Of what, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t hesitate to take it.

The warmth of his palm surprised you as his larger fingers enclosed around your smaller ones. And just when you thought he’d shake it and let go, he surprised you by lifting your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on your skin. Taehyung’s eyes held yours, glittered with pleased amusement when you flushed for the umteenth time that night.

“Pleasure.” His breath fanned across the back of your hand.

“Same here.” If your words came out in a breathless whisper, he didn’t mention it. Just mesmerized you with that smile of his.

“Tell me about yourself, Y/n.” Taehyung didn’t drop your hand from his.

Just held onto it as he listened to the words that left your lips.

#bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #btsbookclub #magicshopnet #taehyung #taehyung fic #jimin #bts fic

[tina-snow]

hi nico, i have something in reply to your posts re: lorde but before that, i wanna say that the pain and disgust you felt is totally valid, i am in no way dismissing how you and many other poc feel, and i would like to offer a different perspective. as a fellow poc i thought what she said about the sirens has been misinterpreted. i thought she "liked the sounds of that summer" as in she liked that people were protesting because (1/2)

idk why y'all riding her dick so hard lmfao ur fav fucked up. listen to ppl's criticism. she not paying you to defend her or interpret her words for her

#pulling out the blm receipt as if that in any way affects what she did #answered #anon #lorde

[firelord-frowny]

I’ve talked a little bit about how at least one ~negative aspect~ of white supremacy/racism that impacts white people is that it can be SO DIFFICULT to avoid being Accidentally Racist over something that really shouldn’t have been that deep, and WOULDN’T have been that deep if not for the pervasiveness of white supremacy in america, and this bit about the lil country band Lady Antebellum and the controversy surrounding their name illustrates that pretty well, I think:

The band members have always said that the band's name was chosen arbitrarily, complaining about the difficulty of choosing a name. Inspired by the "country" style nostalgia of a photo shoot at a mansion from the Antebellum South, they said, "one of us said the word and we all kind of stopped and said, man, that could be a name"[40] and "Man that's a beautiful Antebellum house, and that's cool, maybe there's a haunted ghost or something in there like Lady Antebellum."[41] Haywood concluded, "[We] had a lady in the group, obviously, and threw Lady in the front of it for no reason. I wish we had a great resounding story to remember for the name, but it stuck ever since."[40] The name was always controversial, with a critic in Ms. Magazine writing in 2011 that the band's name "seems to me an example of the way we still — nearly 150 years after the end of the Civil War, nearly 50 years after the Civil Rights Act; and in a supposedly post-racial country led by a biracial president — glorify a culture that was based on the violent oppression of people of color".[41][42]

On June 11, 2020, joining widespread commercial response to the George Floyd protests,[41] the band announced it would abbreviate its name to its existing nickname "Lady A"[43] in an attempt to blunt the name's racist connotations.[1] The band members stated on social media that, never having previously sought the dictionary definition of the word "antebellum", they now consulted their "closest black friends and colleagues" so that their "eyes opened wide to the injustices, inequality and biases black women and men have always faced and continue to face every day. Now, blind spots we didn't even know existed have been revealed."[44] Fan response was mixed, with many decrying virtue signaling or even disparaging the protests.[41]American Songwriter said, "Given that the world knows what that A stands for, to many this change does little more than add extra insult to this ongoing injury."[45]

The next day, it was widely reported that the name "Lady A" had already been in use for more than 20 years by Seattle-based African American activist and blues, soul, funk, and gospel singer Anita White. The band again admitted ignorance of any prior use, which White called "pure privilege". Interviewed by Rolling Stone, White described the band's token acknowledgement of racism while blithely appropriating an African American artist's name: "They're using the name because of a Black Lives Matter incident that, for them, is just a moment in time. If it mattered, it would have mattered to them before. It shouldn't have taken George Floyd to die for them to realize that their name had a slave reference to it. It's an opportunity for them to pretend they're not racist". A veteran music industry lawyer observed that such name clashes are uncommon due to the existence of the Internet.[46][47] The band members contacted White the next week to apologize for having inadvertently co-opted and dominated her name,[48] saying that the Black Lives Matter movement had inspired them to a collaborative attitude. They nonetheless required retaining the same name, though she believed dual-naming is inherently impossible.[49]She said "We talked about attempting to co-exist but didn't discuss what that would look like"[48] because the band members would not directly respond to that explicit question three times during the conversation or in two contract drafts. She soon submitted a counteroffer that either the band would be renamed, or that her act would be renamed for a $5 million fee plus a $5 million donation to be split between Seattle charities, a nationwide legal defense fund for independent artists, and Black Lives Matter.[49]

On July 8, 2020, the band filed a lawsuit against White, asking a Nashville court to affirm its longstanding trademark of the name. The press release read: "Today we are sad to share that our sincere hope to join together with Anita White in unity and common purpose has ended. She and her team have demanded a $10 million payment, so reluctantly we have come to the conclusion that we need to ask a court to affirm our right to continue to use the name Lady A, a trademark we have held for many years."[50]

On September 15, 2020, White filed a counter-suit asserting her claim to the Lady A trademark and rejecting the notion that both artists could operate in the same industry under the same brand identity. She is seeking damages for lost sales and a weakened brand, along with royalties from any income the band receives under the Lady A moniker.[51][52]

Like????????? this REALLY didn’t need to be a thing. 

And one thing I think black folks and other poc need to chill out with is dismissing any white person’s attempt at Being Better in how they move through a white supremacist world in a way that seeks to undo or at least not exacerbate white supremacy. I can TOTALLY believe that, in their white ignorant bliss, this band really did choose their name without realizing for a moment that it might leave a fucked up taste in some people’s mouths. Honestly like... antebellum IS a cool sounding word lmfao and if it wasn’t so heavily associated with slavery-era america, i’d wanna name something antebellum, too! 

And like, yes, it’s true that it ~shouldn’t have taken george floyd’s death~ for anyone at all to suddenly decide that they want to go a little bit out of their way to denounce or at least not seem to promote racism in some small way. But it did. And it does. And every fucking time there’s a gross act of violence and injustice acted out on a person of color in front of the world, there’s always going to be a brand new white person out there who Sees The Light for the very first time. That doesn’t mean their new perspective isn’t genuine, and it doesn’t mean it happened All Of A Sudden. If anything, it was something they’d been thinking about for a long time, but didn’t know how to address it, or what to say, or who to say it to, or how to talk about it in their own community. OBVIOUSLY that problem is WAY LESS BAD than, ya know, actually experiencing racism, but it’s still a real thing that some white folks go through, and being mad about it isn’t going to make it NOT a real thing. it shouldn’t have taken george floyd’s death. it shouldn’t have taken trayvon martin’s death. it shouldn’t have taken the instatement of one of the most vile human beings to ever assault the face of the earth for This Person or That Person to finally want to make a positive and public change, BUT IT DID. It always does. That, unfortunately, is How It Works. 

And so, this band adjusts it’s name in an effort to not seem hostile. OBVIOUSLY it’s not a grand show of solidarity. OBVIOUSLY it’s not meant to convince anyone that they’re Super Amazing White People Who Will Stop At Nothing For Racial Equality. It was literally just a small, simple gesture. They’re just modifying their image, because they were no longer comfortable with knowing how that word makes a lot of people feel. Bc like... let’s be real: probably a solid ZERO of their fanbase would have given a shit if they’d just left the name as it was. Nobody who’s going to a Lady Antebellum concert was pouting about the name. And if anything, they prolly stood a better chance of LOSING fans for ~being politically correct~ than gaining fans for changing their name to something less annoying. 

And it JUST SO HAPPENS that the slight lil adjustment they made to their name steps on the toes of an existing artist, and it JUST SO HAPPENS that this artist is black, and is also an ACTIVIST in social and racial justice. 

Oops. 

And so, obviously people don’t interpret it as an honest mistake. Instead, it’s a result of white privilege. And I mean like??? ok, maybe it is. But I ALSO had never heard of Anita White until I read this fucking wiki page lmfao. So like... my ignorance isn’t due to no white privilege on my part. Maybe it’s a consequence of a white supremacist culture that wouldn’t glorify her and celebrate her and put her name everywhere... but that’s a different thing from privilege. 

So now not only are the bands efforts to adjust to a world that’s becoming more aware of racial injustice being dismissed as disingenuous or too-little-too-late, but now they’re ALSO being accused of Using Their White Privilege to trample all over an artist they’d never heard of. 

i DO think that after finding out the name was already taken, and after talking with her about it and determining that she wasn’t interested in sharing - as is her right - they should have just said “ok, sorry, thanks for talking with us about it” and picked something different. i think it’s kinda ridiculous that they think they should sue her and i think she’s HELLA right for suing their asses right back, and I hope she gets her damn money. 

But I’m also cognizant of how emotionally/psychologically upsetting it can feel to have to just Change Your Name after so many years of living with it. It makes sense that despite their desire to adapt and choose a new name that doesn’t make people cringe, they still want to try to hold on to the feeling that THEY associated with their own name. “Lady A” seemed like a happy medium: They can remain Who They Are while also showing that Who They Are is someone who’s not trying to glorify a disgusting era of history. But if “Lady A” isn’t an option... what’s left? What else could they call themselves that wouldn’t feel like a totally new, alien identity?? 

So, I understand how, on an emotional level, they want to fight to keep it. 

But uh. They really need to just Be Sad about it and let it go. Just consider it one of the small, upsetting sacrifices that white folks may sometimes have to make as we ALL struggle and stumble through this fuckin long-ass road of Making The World Less Terrible For People Of Color, and move on. 

But yeah, like. 

It’s fucking ridiculous that this was even an issue, and it was only an issue because of racism!!!!! If white supremacists didn’t manufacture a culture that oppresses people of color and glorifies the pre-civil-war era SPECIFICALLY for the good ol slavery, then perhaps people could wax poetic about the artistic and environmental aesthetic of that era without it being assumed that they Must Be Racist. Bc like??? idk if yall know this lmfao but i LOVE????? colonial american music. like, the kind of stuff with that Ashokan Farewell vibe. I think it sounds beautiful. And i really fuckin love the black spiritual music that was developed in that time. and i think so much of the architecture and fashion was so???? Nice. Just pleasant! But I can’t even get myself to fully enjoy it because of all the fuckin connotations that have been stuck to it. 

A band should be able to name theirself a name without it being such a goddamn fucking cultural crisis. 

But they can’t! And it is! 

Thanks, White Supremacy! 

[myherogroundzero]

Hello! How are you? I was wondering if I could request some scenarios or headcanons for Kiri and Denki with an s/o who rarely gets sick but when they do it hits hard? Like, they almost never experience more than bad allergies but every once in a while, they'll get really sick. For me, it started with C. Diff, then a couple years later it was Appendicitis, and a few years after that it was both Tonsillitis and the flu at the same time (it sucked, I couldn't even swallow my own saliva). Thanks!

A/N: THANK U FOR REQUESTING!!! i’m doing much better than before! sorry this is like... idk but it’s late. I chose to do headcannons bc i still have homework and i gotta u know... do that. but rly thank u sm for the request, it gave me a reason to write something so that helps. also r u OKAY??? like that sounds like it SUCKS i hope youre healthy 😭 anyway i hope you enjoy!!! also i wrote this from my experience w the flu so if it’s inaccurate to others, it’s probably because i’m an overdramatic piece of shit

warnings: language

summary: you come down with a bad case of the flu (corona would be fitting, right? not in this story it’s not), and you are MISERABLE. unluckily for kiri and kami, they love you and have to care for you through these mucusy times.

Eijirou Kirishima

there you were, sprawled out on the couch and wishing for death

you’d somehow contracted the flu— which makes no sense???

you never get sick like lmfao what

but because of your mighty immune system, sicknesses were like 50x worse

to be completely honest, no one wanted to be around you because 1) you’re a bummer and 2) dISGUSTANG.

but fortunately for you, Kirishima cares far too much about you to let you just sulk in your illness

you curled up on the couch, pleading to whatever gods there may be that they make the ache in your head go away

you couldn’t smell anything, not to mention breathe

your nose and your throat were just mucus fests as this point

if the thought of that made you feel disgusted, it’s because it’s disgusting

to add on to that, your body couldn’t pick between hot or cold

“hey, y/n! how are you feeling?” that all too familiar voice asked before taking a seat on the arm of the couch

“whatever the europeans felt in 1346, i feel it too.”

“1346?”

“the plague, Kiri. the plague.”

he looked at you for a moment before laughing

“don’t be ridiculous! it’s just the flu! come on, sit up. want some food?”

the thought of food made you want to throw up

and RIDICULOUS? HE’S RIDICULOUS WHAT

your head continued to pound harder and harder with each passing minute

saliva built up in your mouth and that’s what gave away the fact you were about to throw up

you got up and ran to the nearest bathroom as quickly as you could, Kirishima not failing to follow suit

and like the good person he is, he held your hair back/comforted you

when you were done, you leaned into him bc UGH comfort

and he did what he does best and smiled at you 🥺 like pls have my heart

he picked you up and carried you to your room so you could rest even though youre CONTAGIOUS 🔫🗿

was he gonna get sick? likely

did he care? no

would he do it again? 1000 times yes

hotel? trivago

but like anyway

so he stayed with you and talked to you throughout your influenza

even though you were dry-heaving and throwing up and a little sassy mcsasserson, he did his absolute best to comfort you

he made you soup (whether it’s good or not, dont ask me) and held you

he’s just overall a 12/10 guy

would date

would be sick and let him take care

Denki Kaminari

Kaminari is a fucking dumbass

like literally so stupid

he doesn’t know how to take care of you??? he wasn’t ready to be a mother omg

he can’t cook and you don’t even want him to try

so you stayed in bed and just decided to take care of yourself even though you were absolutely MISERABLE

like im talking, you’d rather gouge your eyes out with spoons

but of course, despite your protests and you insisting that you could handle it alone, kaminari barges into your room anyway

“y/n! wonderful! you’re awake, and you just so happen to be the person i’m looking for.”

“get out.”

and he didn’t.

but, we knew that didn’t we

“it’s been hours since we last talked, i missed you. how are you feeling?”

“i envy the dead.”

“i mean, me too, but that’s a bit dramatic don’t you think?”

and then he smiled at you

that damn smile

“what do you need, Kami?”

“for you to feel better. can i help with anything? i can show you memes!”

you laughed softly

he couldn’t do anything to help further your healing process, but he made you laugh

so despite the congestion in both your nose and throat, and despite your vomiting, and hot and cold flashes, he stayed to at the very least make you smile

all of your symptoms felt 10x worse due to your lack of exposure to these illnesses, but it was surprisingly easier with him there

you felt like absolute shit, but at least you had someone there with you to comfort you in your time of need

kaminari may be a known brainless piece of SHIT, but he was a damn good time

and he was one of the sweetest boys you knew

A/N: i dont usually do these at the end but sORRY IT’S COMPLETE SHIT, I TRIED. i still hope u enjoyed at least a lil bit. i gotta get back into writing bc it sucks being trash. when school is out (which is literally tomorrow) you can bet ur bucket i’ll write more. ok love u guys ✌️🗿

#anime #bnha #my hero academia #reader insert #x reader #boku no hero academia #x you #mha #kaminari x reader #kirishima x reader #denki kaminari #eijirou kirishima #headcanons

[athena1138]

8 for Cullen

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

Ah! I already had this one written lol. This is just a snippet from the chapter. I’m not to that point in publishing yet. (This is like... Ch 30? I’m on Ch. 3 lmfao.) 

“I find myself thinking of you.” Her voice was soft, her eyes looking down at their hands. He felt as though he’d been winded, his breath catching in his throat. “More than… Well,” she shrugged just the tiniest bit, “all the time, really.” Was that too brazen? She dared not look for fear of seeing disgust or something similar in his eyes.

He cleared his throat, looking down at their hands, too. “I can’t say I haven’t wondered what it would be like…” We’re really just jumping right on into it, aren’t we, Cullen? Despite his mind screaming at him, he took his hand from hers—was that pain in her expression just then?—and moved a few small steps away.

It was pain, then, if her voice was any indication, though she was trying not to let it show. “What’s stopping you?” Am I wrong about this after all?

The desire to scoff, to give some witty retort was difficult to squash, but he managed to keep his tone light-hearted and earnest. “You’re the Inquisitor, Alena.” He looked at her then, noted the way her fingers gripped his coat about her, the way her vallaslin framed her face, the way she was looking at him with something in her eyes—sadness. “We’re at war. And you…” were with Solas, chose Solas, loved Solas, how could it be me, why would it be me, especially after everything I’ve ever done to you? Lamely, he looked past her out at the mountains. “I didn’t think it was possible.” Though the protestations in his mind were loud, he found himself moving closer to her until they were just a foot apart. He itched to hold her, to pull her to him.

By some miracle, she must have felt the same because her hand reached for his again. This time, as linked their fingers together he gave it a gentle squeeze. The side of her mouth lifted in a smile that lifted her scars and vallaslin, crinkling the corner of her eye. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“It seems too much to ask.” He could feel her warmth he was so close. “But I want to—” He was leaning in, her other hand was pressing to his chest, she was stretching up to meet him, their eyes were closing, he could feel her breath against his face and—

“Commander!” The door behind them slammed open as the hurricane that was Jim arrived, almost as if he had some Maker-given gift to arrive at the worst times. Andraste preserve him, the thought of tossing Jim over the ramparts was almost too delicious to ignore. “You wanted a copy of Sister Leliana’s report?”

A… A report?! He interrupted this for a report? The sheer frustration that filled his voice stopped Jim in his tracks. “What?”

Jim looked up then, his eyes going wide as he took in the scene, the Inquisitor looking away while wearing the Commander’s coat, their proximity, the rage in Cullen’s eyes, and he swallowed hard. “Uh, Sister Leliana’s report… You wanted it delivered… without delay…” At the look on the Commander’s face, he began backtracking. “Or… to your office. Right.”

Cullen shook his head in exasperation and turned back to the Inquisitor after he fled. “I’m sor—”

Before he could finish the sentence, her were lips pressing against his, arms around his neck, hands in his hair. He let out a startled grunt and blinked in surprise before his hands slipped about her waist, pulling her closer to him. After a moment, she broke off and pulled back, slightly breathless. “I’m sorry. That was um… very nice.” She was blushing furiously, unable to meet his gaze as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her mind was racing a thousand miles a minute, a jumble of thoughts screaming at her, Did I just do that? Maker’s breath, I just did that. I just kissed him. Oh my gods, I kissed Cullen Rutherford, did he like it, why isn’t he saying anything, he hugged me maybe he liked itMaker’sbreathIcan’tbelieveIjustdidthatI—

It took a moment for his own thoughts to pull back into coherent sentences, for reality to come back to him, and it didn’t help that his damned eyes refused to open for fear of breaking whatever illusion had just befallen him. The feel of her lips pressed against his still tingled along his skin, and if he were to touch his tongue to them he might taste her, but no not yet. Don’t ruin it yet. With a start, he realized he’d not answered her apology, and his eyes flew open quickly, a bright blush bursting along his cheeks. He loosened his grip on her waist, giving her the space to run if she wanted to, if she’d changed her mind. Maker, that thought terrified him. “You don’t… regret it, do you?” He prayed he sounded less scared than he felt.

The way she paused, her eyes scanning his, face unreadable sent icy fear throughout his body. If she did regret it, how could they move past this? How could he move past this? He’d been foolish enough to let her slip through his fingers twice before, how could he do it a third time? Finally, after what seemed an eternity, a broad grin spread across her face, crinkling her crooked nose, and he let out a sigh of pure and utter relief. She pulled him down to her again, her lips pressing against his gently this time, savoring it, savoring him. His hands roamed a bit, brushing across her cheeks, down her arms, up her back, exploring, cherishing, loving. She felt right in his arms in ways that nobody had ever felt before, as if they fit together.

#cullen #cullen rutherford #commander cullen #commande cullen rutherford #cullen stanton rutherford #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x lavellan #cullavellan #my story #faded to be together #pb1138 #cullen x alena #alena #inquisitor alena #inquisitor alena lavellan #alena fanelis #alena lavellan #alena fanelis lavellan #first kiss #goddammit jim

[yenneferw]

Can you please rant about jk Rowling she’s fucking awful with her queerbaiting, racism, and transphobia. Like I need someone else to validate me for not liking her

absolutely i hate her!!!!! this is a REALLY long post but she’s written so much and she’s been in the spotlight since her books got famous so like… there’s a lot to talk about i guess. anyway @ jk rowling get ready to be called out 

racism

first of all on this valid bitch of an i hate jk rowling post, the ilvermorny houses. it’s like…. Big cultural appropriation of native american ideas and stories, twisting them to fit her narrative for harry potter and completely disrespecting their history and origins. the history she creates for north american wizards is shit too, saying that native americans would “primitively” practice magic until europeans civilized them with wands (even tho…. it’s like really impressive to do magic without wands in her universe??? like sounds like the native americans were way ahead of europeans, but ofc she twists her own narrative to make the natives primitive). her whole history or north american wizardry also apparently just follows white wizards immigrating to north america and shit…… 

this video is……. a really good poem on the stereotypes and fetishization of cho chang and there’s no way i can reword what the speaker says bc she says it too good so,,, watch it

jk rowling is also really good at speaking out about racism when she wants to on twitter and yet all of her canonical poc characters in the books are background characters. i know hermione is black in the cursed child play, but that feels a bit like the dumbledore thing to me, like they never actually talk abotu it in the books? and if she wanted hermione to be black why didn’t she have any protests about emma watson being cast? if she wanted harry to be brown why didn’t she have any protests about daniel radcliffe being cast? i don’t know if she had any say in that, but i guess she had a say in insisting that the actors had to be british, so if she cared about making a main character poc, why did she not have any qualms about the cast, even in retrospect, even respectful ones like “i love daniel and emma to death but in retrospect i wrote them as characters of color”?

like she didn’t have to push dean and cho and the very small characters of color to the side but she did. she didn’t have to stereotype cho but she did. there are no poc in fbawtft, or there aren’t in the movie at least – and if she’s so happy about johnny depp and can speak out about that relentlessly, but she wanted there to be characters of color in fantastic beasts, why can’t she speak out about that? 

like the cultural appropriation is enough to see that she’s clearly a racist asshole who doesn’t care about the cultures of people who aren’t white, but it’s also clear to see in the background of her writing that she doesn’t care about research for shit if it’ll help to respect people of color in her stories, and she certainly doesn’t care to ensure that there are important characters of color for people to look up to when they read her books or watch the movies about them 

transphobia 

i guess she liked a terf’s article on twitter? like i dont’ knwo how reputable my sources on that were or if she meant to, but if she did, yikes

and from what i saw of the article it was Deep Terf Rhetoric, and tbqh i wouldn’t put it past her to have meant to have done that

i’ve seen ppl saying harry potter has transphobic aspects to it as well but i couldn’t find anything under all the times she’s “defended” trans ppl on twitter like idk i can’t take anythign she says on twitter by heart bc everything she does feels performative and fake af, and i haven’t read the books in like four years so i can’t say for sure based on my own memory 

also she wrote a trans woman in a more recent novel and she’s apparently totally impulsively violent like wow great way to conform to nasty stereotypes about trans women lmfao

like esp bc of this i wouldn’t put it past her to be a terf

homophobia & queerbaiting

saying! dumbledore! is gay! after! the fucking! book series! is not! representation!!!!!

even if she HAD make him gay during the series, he’s not good rep??? he was a manipulative asshole who let a child stay in an abusive home becuase he was too big of a dumbass to think about a way around the issue so that a little boy could live in a home full of people who treated him fairly. so uhh?? the cishets can fucking have him, i don’t WANT him in the goddamn community. 

but she thinks that she’s not homophobic bc he’s the only gay character who never even got to talk about being gay, who we never see in a relationship with a man. like throwing gay ppl scraps isn’t?? rep??? it’s queerbaiting you dumb bitch @ jk rowling…. 

she specifically said herself that werewolves are meant to represent diseases like AIDS, and characters like fenrir greyback are predatory werewolves who want tos pread around the AIDS-like disease, conforming to 1980s homophobic stereotypes against gay people for “wanting” to spread around AIDS like how can you in one breath say you want to bring light to diseases like AIDS and in the next make a character who literally models homophobic stereotypes with the same disease?? 

also, remus was supposed to be gay apparently, but he “changed and fell in love with tonks” like ok first of all bi people exist, second of all why would you write a straight person who’s supposed to basically have AIDS when that sounds a hell of a lot like “predatory gay man infects poor straight kid” like there’s SO MUCH wrong with that, and yeah you kind of have to dig into it a little bit to get there, but when you’re writing about risky topics and you literally admit to it, you need to be WELL-VERSED on what you’re writing about!! and to say you’re writing about AIDS is deeply mixed with gay history! and to say that the main character who is a werewolf was SUPPOSED to be gay and then pretend you’re NOT associating it with gay people is just… such cognitive dissonance, or maybe really ridiculous ignorance

also, dumbledore is dead. so even if he was good rep, and it was within the books, he’s fucking dead. another buried gay, fuckos! pile em up! 

and i’ve heard there’s a shit ton of queerbaiting between harry’s son and draco’s son in cursed child? which like…. may just be subtext, but there’s a huge section of the fandom who’s all about harry x draco (i have not good feelings about that ship personally but to say it’s not popular is to never have seen anything in the fandom), and she must know that? like she’s not oblivious is she? so why would she like…. put subject between their sons? ?? it feels like it’s a bone to “hey i never gave you harry x draco, so here are their sons, who i’m also never going to give you” 

also? if grindelwald WAS dumbledore’s bf at some point, what does that say about what she thinks about queer men? he’s deeply predatory and preys on credence in a very creepy way that plays on stereotypes about older gay men preying on younger gay boys, and he’s also a disgusting villain played by johnny fucking depp, an abuser (who SHE SUPPORTS) of all people. what does that say about what her mind goes to when she thinks about gay men????? 

i don’t actually know her role in those films, but she has said she loves depp, what he’s done with the character, and where the darkness of grindelwald is going in the first movie and its sequels, so even if her role is very little, she supports what is being done. 

also…. um apparently newt scamander created a werewolf registry…. a little honest to god werewolf registry in the fucking 40s….. ??????????? what r we supposed to think here, about a registry of discriminated ppl in the FORTIES…….????? and that’s the protag of fantastic beasts… cool it’s fine it’s fine

ableism

when talking about irredeemable characters like voldemort, she literally said that “whether it’s a personality disorder or illness” they’re not redeemable…. !!!?? here is a post on that subject with links to the sources of the interviews she said this in. 

i don’t know where to put this bc this could be any number of things but i just thought about this so i’ll put it here: the thing that’s created in fantastic beasts, where it’s like basically a personification of anguish from suppressing magic – that’s quite blatantly a reference to any number of minorities, like gay people suppressing their sexuality, trans people suppressing their gender, the mentally ill and disabled pushing themselves too hard or trying to ignore/hide it… and credence was vilified and killed and the protags weren’t even… really sad about it?? and the ministry of magic never really THOUGHT About that they just killed him….. and that’s okay…. that’s fine… they’re just going around killing a bunch of KIDS who are inconvenient to them and who basically symbolize a whole number of oppressed groups. cool, it’s fine

you could also make a point that werewolves also represent the mentally ill, and all the same fucked up shit basically applies here

she also said that everything that muggles can get can be cured by magic, thereby effectively giving some bullshit reason for not actually having any disabled or mentally ill characters, also assuming that it’s not totally ableist to just…. “cure” all that? she didn’t say it specifically about mental illnesses and disabilities, but it’s clear to see that with her attitude on “irredeemable” mentally ill people, she would 

fatphobia

most fat characters in harry potter are shitty people. the dursleys, pettigrew, and umbridge – all characters we’re supposed to find deeply wrong, the ones we’re supposed to hate the most other than, like, voldemort. like…..? a lot of the other fat characters are all “matronly” like molly weasley or stubborn and “lazy” like cornelius fudge who allowed voldemort to rise to power. like what’s that supposed to say about what she thinks the extent of fat people is? stubborn, evil, or motherly? 

she actually has a character grow fatter and fatter based on how shitty she acts towards harry because of a magic mishap. she also usually describes the nice fat people as “plump” and “pleasant,” while she describes dudley as “so much like a pig” that he couldn’t even be turned furhter into a pig when it was attempted, or as a “killer whale,” or vernon dursley as “having no neck”

her fascination with abusers

exhibit a: she loves johnny depp, she loves him for the part of grindelwald, she praises what he’s done for the character, she praises his casting. he’s abused his wife..................

exhibit b: she loves dumbledore. he is constantly manipulating harry and not actually helping him get out of difficult situations at home or at school, putting him and the other kids in danger multiple times, not talking about important information to keep them safe, like?? 

exhibit c: snape. a fucking nasty ass creep to lily. neville’s GREATEST FEAR. like i dont’ even need to talk about this, we all know snape, dumbledore, and johnny depp are shitty lmfao

and yet she named harry’s kids after dumbledore and snape, like they didn’t fuck harry’s life up, especially snape, who terrorized him and his friends. 

in conclusion fuckos

she’s nasty!!!!! i was going to do a section on sexism but i can’t find anything – i think she’s too much of a White Feminist to be sexist, probably. likely she cares more about researching feminist issues than she does about researching native myths before she steals them for her own gain lmfao. there is the fact that she supports an abuser like johnny depp, tho! 

she is constantly like… going against all this on twitter too lmfao, like it’s hard to find good articles on her shittiness on the first page of google bc most of it is “jk rowling defends trans people against transphobic tweet, jk rowling defends muslims against islamophobic tweet, jk rowling defends [this group or that group]” and yet she includes so much bigotry hidden in the details of her books and what she says about her books. like i know some of this isn’t quite on the surface, but ultimately when you write a book with subjects you don’t really know about, your inherent biases are going to be apparent under the surface, and since she’s such a famous author with so many books and so much spotlight on her, if you dig in a little you can make easy conclusions/clearly see what she thinsk about minorities. so it’s really fucking annoying that she’s so “good and progressive” on twitter because it’s obviously performative so she can get the progressive points required for more people to buy her shit. like that’s the best word i can think of to describe her: performative. 

#this took me two hours to compile please appreciate me hhhhhHHHH #i know i didn't source a lot but i can find sources if y'all want. most of it is me just talking about what she's said anyway #ask #anon #anti jk rowling #anyway let it be known i love harry potter as much as the next asshole of this generation but you can love hp and hate her

[m0onbean]

I Know

category: angst angst angst, fluff fluff fluff, friends to lovers!AU, BFF!moonbin, badboy!moonbin, neighbors!moonbin, highschool!AU, basically all my favorite AU’s combined in one LMFAO (i rlly went all out in this scenario)

pairing: moonbin X reader

warnings: cigarettes, abusive parents, cursing, so much fluff omg

note: … you know i had to do it to em

word count: 3.2k 

prompt: don’t do these things or else you will fall in love

(imagine this is as how he looks like)

Don’t fall in love… don’t fall in love

That’s what you repeated in your head as he swung his arm around your shoulder and greeted you playfully like he did every morning. It wasn’t always like this. At one point you actually considered Moonbin as your best friend and adored him only to that extent. But the day a group of girls approached you at your locker and told you they thought Moonbin had a crush on you, your outlook on your friendship had changed.

You didn’t believe them, of course you didn’t! Moonbin was the celebrity of your school: he was cute, sexy, friendly, and rode a motorcycle. He was too good for you. What was not perfect about him?

But those nights when he would crawl into your window and cry into your shoulder, those nights when he would sneak out and take his motorcycle for a late night ride, those nights when he would call you and just sob without any words said… Moonbin wasn’t perfect. His parents neglected him, father would abuse him, and was constantly taken advantage of. So whenever you overheard someone gush about how perfect Moonbin’s life was, all you could do was chuckle.

1. Don’t let the guy next door befriend you.

You peeked out the thin curtains of your window and saw people shuffling around in the house next door. They had moved in right after the previous neighbors had immediately evacuated when they found out rats lived in their roof. You wondered if the current residents were aware and wondered if they would move out too.

Across from your window was one of their bedrooms. Your windows were parallel to eachother although you never got to see inside the house from your room since it was always hidden behind curtains. Now that there were new neighbors, the window was left wide open which inevitably raises your curiosity. Your eyes widened when you realized your houses were only apart by six feet! Who builds houses this close to eachother? In the midst of your amazement, you didn’t notice someone was looking back at you.

There was a tall boy staring at you from across with soft brown eyes. He was wearing a red hoodie and had earbuds plugged in although you couldn’t hear a trace of music playing. His brunette hair was tousled like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. You two had a stare down, examining eachother cautiously like two puppies forced into a cage together.

“Hey.” you softly greeted with a small wave. You were abnormally shy. After all, when a new boy that’s extremely attractive lives right across from you how are you supposed to react?

He gave you a wide smile and responded with a loud “Hey there!” in contrast to your quiet greeting. “My name is Moonbin!” he cheerfully introduced himself. It startled you at first, but your lips curled up by themselves. You could get used to this.

“And my name is (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N), that’s a cute name.” he nonchalantly complimented although it had your heart racing. Cute? “I guess I’ll be seeing you around! Let’s be friends!”

“Sure, why not?” you practically sang with joy. His optimism was really rubbing off on you well. The two of you talked for a bit about what school he was going to attend.

When you found out he was going to the same high school as you did, you couldn’t help but beam. You were intrigued with Moonbin, you wanted to learn more about him. You started to imagine how everyone at school would be like. They would all want to be his friend most likely, judging from your encounter, he seemed like a chill dude.

The both of you said farewells and closed the curtains for the night.

2. Don’t be friends with bad boys… especially extremely attractive ones.

When Moonbin pulled out cigarettes from his pocket, you instantly snatched them out of his hands.

“Hey!” he yelped but was too late for you had already threw them into the nearest trash can and stomped them in. When you turned back to him, Moonbin was pouting like a baby who had his toy taken away by his parents.

“Cigarettes are bad for you. You’re still at a young age… You can’t get addicted!” you scolded.

“What if I already am?” he shrugged and occupied his hands by shoving them in the pockets of his leather jacket.

When you first met Moonbin, you would find it hard to believe that the boy was a troublemaker. A bad boy, as they call it. Every girl gloried the idea of falling in love with one but you didn’t find the appeal. Although bad boys who act tough on the outside but have a heart of marshmallows sounds cute, you still found their habits disgusting. But whenever you thought of this, it always sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.

“Moonbin…” you ran your hands in your hair and deeply sighed. “If you want to have a better future and escape your family you need to get good grades and quit bad habits. They’ll only slow your progress down.”

If anyone else was lecturing him like this, Moonbin would’ve already hopped onto his motorcycle and drove away. But since you were you, and you were his best friend, and Moonbin knew you were always right, he listened and sighed. When was there a time you were wrong?

“You’re right (Y/N), but it’s harder than you think. It’s my only relief other than riding my bike.”

“Find something else that eases your stress!” you suggested and offered him an encouraging smile. Dammit. That smile always gets to him. You could see his tense muscles relax and now he was smiling back at you.

“I think your smile makes me relax.” he cheesily confessed. It made your heart flutter, although he always said corny platonic things like that.

“Great, then I’ll smile all the time if it means you’ll quit smoking!” you cheer and loop your arm with his. He chuckles and you both continue to happily stroll around the streets.

3. Don’t break rules for him.

The moonlight from your window shined onto your clock where it now read 1:00 AM. Why couldn’t you fall asleep? You had been laying on your bed for around an hour now but no matter what position you shifted to, or how many sheep you could count, you just couldn’t fall into slumber.

Maybe it was because you knew that Moonbin was probably dangerously driving his motorcycle around town at this time and is probably breaking all speed limits. You have come to learn that he did this every time his dad would yell at him. His anger would fuel his bike, and you would always get paranoid that he would get arrested or even worse: crash.

You shuddered in fear. You tried to voice your concerns but Moonbin would just wink at you and say, “Worried about me sweetheart? I’ll be fine. I’ve driven this thing for more than two years now!”

Just when you were about to open your curtains to check if his lights were open, you saw your phone light up from your desk. You tossed your heavy blankets off your body and reached for it. It was a text from Moonbin.

1:01 am dumb bff: come outside 1:01 am you: why? 1:01 am you: are you okay? 1:02 am dumb bff: yes 1:02 am dumb bff: escape ur window and meet me in front of my house

You were about to type a protest until one last message popped up.

1:02 am dumb bff: & hurry up

4. Don’t join him.

You decided to join Moonbin. It was a crazy idea, you know. Your parents were in the other room and they could easily catch you. But judging from their snoring, you knew that you would be fine. Or you hoped.

Before quickly fleeing from your window, you threw on a warm hoodie but kept your sweatpants on. With the adrenaline rushing in your blood, you quickly jumped out from your window (you made sure to close it behind you) and ran to the front of his house.

Moonbin was leaning against his jet black motorcycle and his eyes were closed. You almost wanted to stop and take a picture of the view. His hair was messed up (probably from the wind) and he was wearing his black ripped jeans. The moon reflected off his face, highlighting his face structures and jawline. Damn. He was handsome.

“Moonbin!” you whisper-shouted when you approached him. You were angry at him but relieved to see that he was safe as well. “I told you not to ride at night!”

He opened one eye and examined your attire. He smirked and stood up straight, brown eyes boring into yours. “Why aren’t you wearing my hoodie?”

“I-what?” you looked down and saw that you had thrown on a basic hoodie you really liked. What was wrong with it?

“Tsk tsk tsk.” he playfully scolded. “I gave you my red hoodie for a reason (Y/N)! You’re supposed to wear it every time we meet.”

You rolled your eyes at his possessiveness although you appreciated the attention. Maybe you SHOULD wear it if it made him happy. But don’t only couples do that stuff? You shook that thought away… Nope. We aren’t going to be thinking about that now.

“Here, wear this.” He turned his body around and pulled out another one of his hoodies that came out of nowhere. Does he just have a stash of clothing for you to wear? You gratefully took it from his hands and inspected it. This time it was a baseball jersey that had “Moonbin” written on the back with the number “7” on it.

“You played baseball?” you inquired while putting your arms through the sleeves and enjoying the extra warmth from it.

“Yeah, I was the star player.” he boasted. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

And that was true. You didn’t know much of his past other than the fact that his family hated his existence. You didn’t know the reason for that either but decided not to push it since it seemed like Moonbin was uncomfortable talking about it.

“That should change.” you murmured and dusted the dirt off the jacket.

He didn’t respond but instead watched your every move. You looked good in his clothing.

“Anyways, let’s not waste time. Hop on the Moonbin train, we’re going to my favorite place!” he exclaimed while straddling his bike. You followed, sitting behind him and tightly wrapping your arms around his torso. Without warning, he started the engine and drove into the night.

With your body so close to his, you felt your cheeks burning and were thankful he couldn’t see your face. Although you’ve ridden with him many times before, it always felt so intimate. You were scared he could feel your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

After making several sharp turns and racing red lights, Moonbin stopped at a tall building that looked abandoned from the outside. There were no cars parked around it and the signs were all washed off.

“Moonbin… are you going to do the cliche thing and take me to the rooftop to stare at the stars?”

“…Perhaps.”

But you weren’t complaining. You two raced eachother up the stairs and planted your backs on the concrete while admiring the twinkling balls of fire above. If you rolled on your back you would be kissing noses with him which sounded tempting but you were careful not to do. It was especially hard to resist when the floor was so cold but… comfortable. You wanted to curl up and sleep away the hours you were deprived of earlier.

“Are you sleeping?” Moonbin finally breaks the peaceful silence.

“Almost.” you quietly replied.

“Well don’t. I don’t want to carry you back.”

“I’ll try not to asshole.”

You both giggled at the friendly banter and your heart felt so warm and safe. It always felt nice in Moonbin’s presence. It was like you both understood eachother even if you didn’t exchange words.

“I want to go to space.” Moonbin breaks the silence again.

“Why?”

“It’s far away from here.”

“That sounded really emo.”

“But it’s true.” He rotated his face and stared at your side profile. It made your heartbeat accelerate. The proximity of your faces was so small.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome, Moonbin.”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see him frown.

“I’m serious… thank you. You know I’m bad at expressing myself.” A tinge of sadness was hidden in his voice. He didn’t need to explain himself. You knew that it was difficult for him.

“I know Moonbin. It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.”

5. Don’t kiss him.

Another fight.

You didn’t have to check, you could hear his dad screaming from the other side of your room.

“You’re useless ! You can’t even get good grades, and you’re always sneaking out at night! When will you learn? Do you want to move to another state AGAIN?”

You winced at his words. If only he knew that he was the sole reason Moonbin couldn’t raise his grades. But at the same time, his dad was his motivation. The sooner he could end high school with a diploma, he can run off and attend a college with the money he had been saving up.

Usually during their arguments, Moonbin wouldn’t try to retaliate. Because his dad was like bubble, his words would bounce off and wouldn’t even be taken into consideration.

“I would be more than happy if you just fucking hopped on your motorcycle and left by yourself. You’re taking up too much of my money anyways.”

That last sentence hurt. It made you clench your fists and blood boil. No parent should be talking to their child like that. Plus his dad BARELY spent ANY money on Moonbin. Most days Moonbin would go without eating (but you of course forced him to eat.)

You predicted the door would slam and the window would creak open. Moonbin would hop into your room and just lay down next to you without a word. If it calmed his nerves, you would always let him in.

And that’s just what happened. You heard his window creak which made you shoot up and open your window for him. This night he looked ESPECIALLY tired. Eye bags hung underneath his usually shining eyes. His hair was oily like it hadn’t been washed in days. He looked so exhausted, like he could knock out any moment.

You helped him in and shut the window behind him. Immediately your arms flew around his torso and you embraced him. You thought back to his wish of flying to space. More than anything, you wanted to go to space with him. You wanted him to have a better life. You wanted him to go far far away and not worry or stress about anything.

He silently hugged you back, and although you knew he was deprived of strength, he hugged you back just as tightly.

“Moonbin, let’s go to sleep. You’re tired.”

He emits no reponse.

“Moonbin?”

When you look up to his face, you were taken aback. Two, fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

You had never seen him cry before. He was so strong, shielding his emotions for so long now. And now that shield was shredding as more tears followed and now he was sobbing into your shoulders. His hands were trembling uncontrollably and were gripping so tightly on your shirt. His body shook with each sob.

You reached for his hands from behind your back and interlaced fingers.

“It’s okay Moonbin, you can cry.” you comforted.

Suddenly, he lifted his head from your shoulder and disconnected your hands. You look up expectantly, only to feel his face smash into yours. His soft, pink lips fit so perfectly against your lips.

Your whole body froze. You felt dizzy and your whole body was in a daze. Months of confused emotions and months of you trying not to get feelings, you finally realize that this was what you wanted.

To be with him.

After a few seconds of processing what just happened, you finally were able to react and you kissed him back just as passionately. No words were exchanged once again as you two pulled back and stared at eachother’s eyes.

A small smile crept on your face and you saw one creep onto Moonbin’s as well.

Finally.

6. I love you.

Those words escaped from his mouth so smoothly like water flowing from a faucet.

You two were sitting across from eachother at a table inside the cute cafe that was located by your school. You were furiously scribbling onto your notepad, taking notes for your presentation the next day. Moonbin was watching you intently, finding the way you would just stare at your paper like it made no sense or how you would quietly mouth the words to yourself adorable. Plus you were wearing his baseball jersey and he couldn’t stop admiring it and wondering how you always manage to look better in his clothes than he does himself.

He never felt that spike in his heart unless he was around you or thinking about you, and now he could feel it aching with passion just watching you study. So when he said those three words, it was so effortless. It was like he opened an enclosed bird cage, and the birds were escaping freely and happily. He always felt trapped whenever he would try to say those three words but immediately stop himself at the last nerve wracking minute. Something about the word “love” made him scared. Scared of the consequences.

Which funnily enough was what he taught you not to be. All those times he made you sneak out of your house or ditch school, he was teaching you to not be afraid. But all of the time he was afraid as ever. Afraid of emotions which he thought didn’t exist. He was a hypocrite. Regardless, you were still always by his side. Always there for him. Which is why when he finally said it, he felt like he was finally let go.

Your pen froze as you slowly looked up at him. His eyes were hopeful and mouth was smiling so widely it could fall off his face. He wasn’t scared about you not requiting. Because, for a fact, he knew you were just as in love as he was. Okay, but he was still more in love than you were with him. THAT is something you two would argue about in the future.

“I love you too.” you quickly reply when you realize it probably looked like you left him hanging. You wanted to say more but it all came out as incoherent stammers. Moonbin chuckled at your stuttering and cut you off.

“I know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

note: PHEW! sorry i know it’s not much of a highschool!AU but still… i literally just combined every single genre i love and omg im so proud of myself! *pat pat* gj becky! hoped you guys liked it, i’m currently working on a similar scenario for sanha :)

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Shattered  (Jonathan Byers x Reader)

Based on around this request:  Hey! Just here to give some suggestions for requests. Maybe you can write a Jonathan one where the reader is Will’s babysitter and she blames herself for Will going missing because she was supposed to pick him up from the Wheeler house but she had something to do (maybe work or something “stupid” like a date with a guy she had a slight crush on)

A/N: Thanks to the anon the suggested this! I tweaked it slightly, I hope you don’t mind. I have a few other Jonathan requests that I’ll finish up at some point this week. Thanks for all Your suggestions!! Enjoy!! also i dont have time to edit rn so I’ll go over it later, this was just a quick drabble.

Disclaimer: Don’t roast me lmfao

Warnings: Curse words, bullying

Tuesday

Will Byers had gone missing and it was your fault. At least, that’s what you convinced yourself was the truth. You asked Jonathan Byers to take your shift that night, unknowing to you that this would play a role in Wills disappearance.

The entire town was talking about it, search parties had been called and parents everywhere were on edge.

You pulled on your skirt, tucking your t-shit into the waist band. Your eyes were sore and puffy from crying, all you could do was think about how you played a role in all of this. You jogged down stairs, almost making it out the door before your mom ordered you to put a cardigan on.

“It’s cold out honey, it’s not the summer anymore.” She pestered as you pulled the sweater on hurriedly making your way out the door.

It was weird how quickly things seemed to go back into the normal swing of things, quickly forgetting about the Byers boy who had gone missing just a few days ago.

You went through the motions of taking your books from your locker, although you weren’t mentally there. Your mind wandered, thinking about all the kidnaping cases that had happened in the past, all with gruesome ends.

“Y/N?” A hand waved in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance. “What’s wrong with you, we’ve been taking to you for like 5 minutes.”

Carol leaned against the locker next to yours, Tommy by her side. Steve joined the gathering that had started by your locker, closing you in.

“Guess who’s got the house for the rest of the week.” Steve said in a song song voice, dangling his house keys in your face.

“How can you guys think about getting drunk at a time like this?” You asked, slamming your locker shut.

“Your such a prude.” Carol snapped with an eye roll. “You know Jackson Manson took her out the other night and she wouldn’t even kiss him?”

“Sorry I don’t want to hook up with random people.” You retorted, folding your arms across your chest.

“You won’t even kiss anyone, that’s not hooking up.” Carol groaned, annoyed with your attitude.

“Look, I don’t care what you guys do in your down time, but I’m not comfortable with that kind of thing...especially with someone I hardly know.” You explained, irritated with her judgement. “And who names their kid Jason when their last name is Mason?”

Steve was about to interject but darted forward as Nancy and her friend Barb walked down the hall, engrossed in their study notes. Steve snatched the notes from Barbs hands, much to her dismay, and reassured them they would do fine on the test.

In all honesty, you only hung around Carol and Tommy because of Steve, who had become your cousin through marriage. He urged you to hang out with his friends, considering you didn’t know anyone else, save for a few people from work.

As Steve rambled on about his plans for this fine Tuesday eveneing, Carol interrupted.

“Oh god” She said, her voice filled with disgust. “Look.”

The group of you turned toward Carols gaze, your heart sank as you watched Jonathan post a missing child poster up on the school bulletin.

“That’s depressing.” Steve said.

Your feet carried you toward him, your mind disconnecting from your body, only guilt dictating your every move.

“Hey.” You said, barely a whisper.

“Hey.” He replied, his tired eyes trailing over to the group of people staring at your interaction, then back to you.

You stood there for a moment, an uncomfortable silence keeping you frozen in the moment, just watching one another.

“I just wanted to apologize.” You finally admitted, looking down at your hands.

He raised an eyebrow at you, confused by your apology.

“For what?” He asked, his body now completely turned toward you.

You released a shaky sigh, fidgeting with one of the rings on your thumb.

“It’s just...I don’t know...” you hesitated. “If I hadn’t called you to take my shift, maybe ... maybe Will wouldn’t have gone missing.”

Jonathan held your wrist, just for an a moment before dropping it.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.” He said, his voice lingered in the air.

You shook your head from side to side, you hand brushing against his.

“It’s not your fault either...I guess it’s just out of our hands.” You said before regretting it, realizing that it probably wasn’t the most comforting thing to hear.

“Could I...help you?” You asked. “With the flyers I mean, and to help you search for him.”

A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Sure, that’d be really nice.” He said giving you a small nod.

The bell rang and the two of you said your goodbyes, a small glint of hope sparked within you.

Wednesday.

“Steve, why are you guys still waiting around?” You asked, approaching his car. “I told you I could walk home.”

Steve gave you a look, he was clearly upset about something as his jaw was set in a hard line.

“Your little boyfriend, Jonathan, is a creep.” He spat, his eyes narrowing into a squint. “Nicole caught him developing some of his photos, he took pictures of Nancy through my window.”

Your eyes widened as Steve’s accusation, confused by it really.

“What are you on about?” You asked as you hair blowing into your eyes, the wind picking up.

“Oh look here he comes now.” Steve announced, clearly making a show out of it. “Hey man, Nicole here was telling us about your work.”

Jonathan gave a confused look, evidently nervous. Tommy grabbed his bag and tossed it to Steve, much to Jonathan’s protests.

“Steve, give it back to him.” You urged, trying to grab the bag from his hands. Steve pulled out a pile of photographs, taunting Jonathan. “Steve your acting like a prick.”

“Look.” Steve said, tossing the photos to you. “He got some pictures of you too.”

You looked at the photo that Steve presented to you, caught off guard, you gave a perplexed look to Jonathan.  As you flipped through the others, you could feel the tips of your ears become hot. There was a lot of pictures of you, just lounging in one of the chairs, not paying attention to anyone else. You finally came across the Nancy photo, her back to the window as she took of her soaked shirt.

You held them to your chest looking up, staring at Jonathan.

“We gotta get rid of the perverts toy.” Steve said, grabbing Jonathan’s camera and smashing it against the cement.

You clasped your hand to your mouth, gasping as the pieces splinters at your feet.

Tommy snatched the photos from you and handed them to Steve, like an obedient dog. Steve tore the photographs apart and threw them at Jonathan, he flinched in response.

Steve and his lackey’s sauntered off, leaving you and Jonathan alone.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered, your eyes wide with shock.

The two of you quietly picked up the broken pieces of his camera, the sound of his hitched breathing mixed with the swirl of leaves.

“I didn’t mean to be creepy.” He whispered, his voice shaking. “I swear I’m not some voyeur, I just thought they made good pictures.”

“Jonathan, you don’t have to explain yourself.” You interjected. “I know your not malicious, really don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to Steve, he’s a complete idiot sometimes but he’s got a good heart.”

Jonathan scoffed, shoving the torn pieces into his backpack.

“Oh yeah, real stand up guy.” He said sarcastically. “Why do you hang out with him anyways? You don’t fit in with their group, you seem like you actually have a soul.”

You stood up, brushing off the dirt from your knees.

“My Mom married his uncle, like a year ago, and we moved here to be closer to his family’s business.” You clarified, your mouth forming a tight line. “Not exactly an ideal situation to be in.”

Jonathan, now on his feet, gave you a shrug. “So your an honorary Harrington then?”

“It’s my cross to bare.” You quipped, hand placed over your heart dramatically.

“Oh, I printed some more flyers at lunch.” You added, reaching into your bag for the flyers, “I thought we could post them around town.”

Jonathan beamed at your gesture, he was flattered by your kindness. 

“Thank you...for everything.” He said in shy voice.

To be continued? I’m not sure if this is good or not, I wrote it to take a break from my other WIP’s that I was feeling stuck on. Sorry it’s kind of short, I’m not sure how I feel about it TBH

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