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mosaickiwi · 2 months

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14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles.

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection.

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them.

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big.

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it.

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype.

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles.

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple.

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy au #momo writing #wow look i posted not requested stuff #and it's NOT only emo boy??? wild #<- i am capable of this sometimes #wrote it in like 2 days back in november from brainrot ngl #and now it's here so it can stop haunting me!!!#i do wanna write little drabbles (mostly about angel's audition) but who knows if that'll happen #if u see issues bc of having to remove discord formatting no u didn't #AND if u saw this on discord b4 no u didn't #i wanna add river once he's in da game cause i have many ideas

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hey-therebebes · 8 months

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Draco Malfoy Dating Headcanons

Protective Partner: Draco's protective instincts run deep. You'll notice he's always looking out for you, whether it's making sure your robes are properly fastened before heading to class or discreetly checking your tea for any accidental sugar-sweetening charms.

Late-Night Patronus Walks: He'll suggest late-night walks around the castle when you're feeling stressed. With his Patronus leading the way, you'll explore Hogwarts in a whole new light, safe and cared for.

Borrowed Time-Turner: In secret, he borrows Hermione's Time-Turner to ensure you have more time to prepare for exams or simply spend more moments together.

Defending Your Honor: If anyone dares to say a bad word about you, Draco won't hesitate to defend your honor. Expect some well-worded but scathing retorts to anyone who crosses the line.

Customized Protection Charms: He spends hours researching and crafting customized protection charms to keep you safe. Your Amulet of Protection is a testament to his dedication.

Planning Escape Routes: On adventures together, he always has an escape plan in mind, just in case things take a dangerous turn. It's a mix of his Slytherin cunning and his unwavering care for you.

Care Packages: During stressful times, you'll find thoughtful care packages waiting for you in your dormitory or common room. They include calming teas, relaxation potions, and handwritten notes of encouragement.

Unsolicited Comfort: When he senses you're upset, he'll show up with comforting gestures like a favorite dessert from the kitchens or a playlist of calming wizarding tunes.

Learning Defensive Spells Together: He'll offer to teach you defensive spells, not just for your safety but because he enjoys spending time with you in the Room of Requirement, honing your magical skills together.

Occasional Romantic Surprises: Amidst all the protection, he occasionally surprises you with romantic gestures, like a hidden bouquet of enchanted roses or a handwritten love letter sealed with a kiss.

Slytherin Chill: Beyond the intimidating façade, Draco possesses a surprisingly chill and laid-back demeanor in your relationship.

Picnics by the Lake: You'll often have spontaneous picnics by the Black Lake, with Draco bringing along a magically enchanted blanket that repels insects and warms you both on cooler days.

Wizarding Movie Nights: Draco enjoys curling up with you for wizarding movie nights in the common room, complete with buttery popcorn and cozy blankets. His favorite films include classics like "The Wizard of Oz" and "Gilderoy Lockhart's Adventures."

Relaxed Quidditch Sessions: While he loves watching Quidditch, he also enjoys casual Quidditch sessions where you can both take to the skies for some friendly one-on-one games.

Ice Cream at Florean Fortescue's: On hot summer days, you'll often find yourselves at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley, trying out unique magical ice cream flavors.

Shared Mischief: Draco has a mischievous side, and you'll collaborate on harmless pranks, like charmed snowballs during the winter season or making the Hogwarts suits of armor do the conga when no one's looking.

Fireplace Gazing: During the colder months, you'll sit by the common room fireplace, just gazing at the flames and chatting about everything and nothing until the early hours of the morning.

Sunset Strolls: He enjoys sunset strolls around the Hogwarts grounds, holding hands and sharing stories about your day as the sky transforms into a canvas of warm colors.

Cooking Adventures: You both experiment in the kitchens, attempting to cook up magical dishes and sometimes failing spectacularly, resulting in giggles and magical food fights.

Magical Art Classes: You take elective magical art classes together, learning to paint and create, with Draco surprising you with his hidden artistic talent.

Gardening in the Greenhouses: Occasionally, you'll escape to the Hogwarts greenhouses to tend to magical plants and have quiet, private moments among the foliage.

Romantic Gestures: Draco's romantic side is more enchanting than you'd expect, with a touch of magic and thoughtfulness.

Hidden Love Letters: Draco leaves secret love letters for you to discover around Hogwarts. These letters reveal his innermost feelings and often lead to romantic rendezvous.

Candlelit Dinners: He arranges candlelit dinners in the Slytherin common room, complete with floating candles, soft music, and your favorite dishes conjured by house-elves.

Stargazing in the Astronomy Tower: On clear nights, Draco leads you to the Astronomy Tower, where you both lay beneath a magical, star-filled sky. He even points out constellations and shares whimsical stories about them.

Enchanted Flowers: He gifts you enchanted roses that change colors and emit a soft, soothing fragrance when touched. Each color represents a different memory or emotion.

Impromptu Dance Parties: Draco loves to dance when no one's watching. He'll sweep you off your feet for impromptu waltzes in empty corridors, and you'll share laughter and twirls.

Magical Surprises: Draco is skilled at performing small, charming spells to surprise you. Picture books that come to life, floating messages, or even a magically animated scarf that wraps around you on a chilly day.

Gondola Rides on the Black Lake: He once arranged a private gondola ride on the Black Lake, complete with a singing mermaid and a personal concert by the giant squid, which he swears can play the violin.

Music Box Keepsakes: He gifts you a magical music box that plays your song whenever you open it, providing a soothing and nostalgic background to your special moments.

Magical Jewelry: Draco often surprises you with unique magical jewelry, like a necklace that changes its design according to your mood or a bracelet that glows when you're near.

Starlit Walks Through the Forbidden Forest: As a daring gesture, he once led you on a starlit walk through the Forbidden Forest, conjuring a protective Patronus to guide the way and ensure your safety.

Quidditch Dates: Draco's passion for Quidditch creates some memorable moments in your relationship.

Cheering in the Stands: You'll often find yourselves in the stands, cheering for his favorite Quidditch team. Draco's enthusiasm is contagious, and you can't help but get swept up in the excitement.

Friendly Bets: Draco enjoys friendly bets on Quidditch matches. Whether it's a bet on which team will win or a wager on who can catch the Snitch first during a casual game, there's always a playful competition.

Private Quidditch Matches: Occasionally, he arranges private Quidditch matches for just the two of you. Flying together through the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, you share exhilarating moments in the sky.

Quidditch Snacks: Draco has a penchant for Quidditch-themed snacks. You'll enjoy butterbeer together, munch on Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and share a bag of Chocolate Frogs during matches.

Quidditch Strategy Discussions: After matches, you engage in deep discussions about Quidditch strategies, analyzing the players' moves and debating team tactics over butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.

Surprise Quidditch Gifts: Draco surprises you with Quidditch-themed gifts, such as a personalized Quaffle with your name on it or a vintage Quidditch poster for your dormitory wall.

Seeker and Chaser Duo: If you're a fan of Quidditch too, you may join him as a Seeker or Chaser in friendly games, perfecting your teamwork and celebrating victories together.

Quidditch Feasts: After a particularly exciting match, Draco arranges celebratory feasts in the Great Hall, complete with themed decorations and Quidditch-shaped desserts.

Quidditch-Related Adventures: Your shared love for Quidditch often leads to adventures like sneaking into the Quidditch supply room to try out different broom models or exploring the hidden corners of the Quidditch pitch.

Quidditch under the Moonlight: Draco once organized a special night Quidditch match under the light of the full moon, making it a magical experience that you both cherish.

Hidden Vulnerabilities: Beneath his tough exterior, Draco harbors hidden vulnerabilities that become more apparent as your relationship deepens.

Late-Night Conversations: On quiet nights in the Slytherin common room, Draco opens up about his fears, doubts, and insecurities. You're the one he trusts to confide in.

The Weight of Expectations: He often discusses the heavy burden of his family's expectations and how it has affected him throughout his life. You provide a safe space for him to express his frustrations and aspirations.

Boggart Lessons: Together, you face Boggarts in Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Draco's boggart reveals his fear of failure, which you help him conquer by his side.

Coping with Trauma: Draco's experiences during the Second Wizarding War have left scars. Your unwavering support and understanding help him heal from the trauma he's endured.

Facing Prejudices: He admits to wrestling with the prejudices instilled in him from a young age. Through your influence, he begins to question these beliefs and grow as a person.

Strength in Vulnerability: Draco discovers that there's strength in vulnerability. He sees how sharing his fears and uncertainties with you brings you closer together and fosters emotional intimacy.

Embracing Change: Your relationship encourages him to embrace change and growth. He starts to distance himself from toxic influences and becomes more open-minded.

Supportive Partner: You're there to reassure him that it's okay not to have all the answers, and together, you navigate the challenges of young adulthood in the wizarding world.

Learning from Mistakes: Draco acknowledges his past mistakes and regrets, striving to be a better person. Your forgiveness and encouragement help him on this journey of self-improvement.

Shared Strength: As your relationship deepens, you both draw strength from each other's vulnerabilities, finding solace in the fact that you're there for each other, no matter what.

The Library Dates: Draco's appreciation for the library creates a unique dynamic in your relationship.

Late-Night Study Sessions: You often find yourselves in the library, huddled over textbooks and parchment. Draco's dedication to his studies is contagious, and together, you make the most of your time there.

Library Adventures: Occasionally, you embark on "library adventures" to uncover hidden magical texts or solve mysterious riddles tucked away in forgotten corners of the Hogwarts library.

Book Recommendations: Draco enjoys recommending books to you, especially those related to pure-blood traditions, ancient magical practices, or hidden wizarding history. You have a growing collection of these unique titles.

Shared Tables and Whispers: The two of you share a special table in the library, where you whisper secrets, exchange notes, and occasionally get shushed by Madam Pince, the librarian.

Comfort in Silence: There's a comfort in the shared silence of the library. Even when you're not studying the same subjects, just being near each other as you read or research feels reassuring.

Magical Library Nooks: Draco knows all the magical library nooks, like the one with the enchanted armchairs that massage your back while you read or the hidden alcove that's perfect for secret meetings.

Library Pranks: Occasionally, you engage in lighthearted library pranks, like using quiet spells to make books float or charming quills to write amusing comments in the margins of dusty tomes.

Researching Together: You both collaborate on research projects and help each other find obscure information or historical references, often staying late into the night to uncover hidden mysteries.

Magical Creatures and Herbology: Draco's growing interest in magical creatures and Herbology leads to joint field trips to the Forbidden Forest or the greenhouses, where you bond over your shared fascination.

Quiet Declarations: In the library's hushed atmosphere, Draco occasionally slips sweet notes or declarations of love into your books, knowing you'll find them when you least expect it.

Shared Interests and Intellectual Conversations: Your relationship with Draco is enriched by your shared interests and deep, intellectual discussions.

Pure-Blood Traditions: Draco introduces you to the intricate world of pure-blood traditions and histories, giving you insights into the intricacies of wizarding society.

Ancient Runes: You both share a fascination with ancient runes, spending hours deciphering and studying runic texts, which often leads to thrilling discoveries and moments of excitement.

Dark Arts (Responsibly): While mindful of ethical boundaries, you both have an interest in the Dark Arts, studying their history and countermeasures to better understand and combat dark magic.

Philosophical Debates: Draco enjoys engaging in philosophical debates, discussing topics like destiny, free will, and the nature of magic deep into the night.

Magical Creatures: You both embark on journeys to study magical creatures, from the majestic Hippogriffs to the elusive Thestrals, fostering a shared love for the wizarding world's diverse inhabitants.

Wizarding History: Exploring the rich tapestry of wizarding history becomes a joint passion. You visit historical wizarding sites, like the ruins of Hogwarts' original castle, and uncover hidden secrets.

Art and Aesthetics: Your shared appreciation for magical art and aesthetics leads to visits to wizarding art galleries and discussions about the symbolism in various magical artworks.

Deconstructing Spells: You spend time together deconstructing spells, seeking to understand their inner workings and experiment with spell modifications, occasionally leading to delightful magical surprises.

Potion Brewing: Potion brewing becomes a shared hobby. You challenge each other with concocting complex potions and share your successes (and mishaps) in the art of potion-making.

Exploration of Magical Locations: Your mutual love for exploration takes you to lesser-known magical locations like ancient standing stones and hidden wizarding villages.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy x reader #y/n #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter

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rinstrumental · 9 months

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ellie gf headcanons

# modern au. im in luv with her. this is so long oh my god its an illness

did karate from 1st grade all the way up to high school and basically considers herself your bodyguard

immediately offers you her hoodie without a second thought when you show the slightest signs of being cold. she lets you keep it too, of course. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t ???!!!!

she needs either your hands on her or her hands on you at all times. sosososo touchy and BIG on pda her kisses are inescapable. constantly has an arm around you or resting on your waist… the whole world needs to know. she’s actually insufferable i’m sorry but in the most endearing way ever how can you resist

“would you still love me if i was a ____???” she wants a serious answer too

genuinely thinks ur the prettiest person alive. which is kind of the bare minimum but she worships you truly

happy with any sort of date as long as it’s with you. fancy dinner? this is the only reason she keeps a suit and tie. staying in? what movie do you want, babe? running errands? she’s already waiting for you in the car!!!

speaking of cars she drives an old station wagon which used to be joel’s. ellie used to moan about how lame it was until you said that the back was perfect for sitting together during camping or stargazing…. and other activities too ;) wink wonk

gets flustered when she makes you flustered because you’re telling her that SHE did that?? she made u nervous??? shit man now shes blushing too

her love language is gifts she loves to spoil you with your favourite snacks and soft toys and even homemade gifts. she just wants you to see her in your room and have her on your mind as much as you’re in hers!!

it’s no secret that she’s an artist and it’s also no secret that her favourite subject to draw is youuu!!! her favourite thing to do is just have you sit across from her and draw what she sees

of course naturally that means she takes tons of pictures of you… to study for her drawings… and keep in her special photo album of you… and to look at when she misses you. Ofc

makes fun of you/teases you sometimes. she can be a mean bitch to other people but she would never actually hurt your feelings and you know that

ellie hates goodbyes. even if it’s after spending a full day together and you’re going to see her soon anyways… i just know she’s the kind of person who feels empty after hanging out with someone.

calls and texts about everything… and it’s always so cute :( she definitely has autocaps on

ellie: I drew you again!!

ellie: Hey babe I saw this funny bird it reminded me of u

ellie: I miss you so much. When can I see you again?

ellie: These cats r like us lol

keeps a pet gecko or something like that for sure. it’s you guys’ baby

her top two movie genres are horror and romance after that. the only reason romance is that high up is because it reminds her of you

does stupid romcom shit like hold a boombox outside your window. makes you mixtapes even though CDs are basically extinct (joel has a player thank god). corny pickup lines. asks you to be her valentine publicly. runs to your house in the rain. dances with you in said rain.

when she gets sick it’s like the end of the world omg… she needs u to be at her side 24/7 and hold her and keep her company and give her get well soon kisses, it’s essential to her recovery. doctors orders. he said it not her!

gets along so well with your friends and family. she does her research and takes this shit seriously! whatever it takes to make you happy because what’s better than watching your girlfriend get along with the people you love

she also takes her own family seriously - family time is important to her and she spends a lot of time with joel. it’s even better when you can join, some of her best memories are with the two of you

“i’m happy as long as you’re happy”

pet names galore. her personal favourite is just babe (classic) but when she likes others too (sweetheart, honey, darling etc she’s so cheesy it’s awful)

in conclusion she’s just a clingy sappy lesbian who’s absolutely head over heels for you. and you wouldn’t have it any other way <33

bonus: (these tweets that are so ellie)

#tlou x reader #tlou fanfiction #ellie x you #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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I'm on Fire

Chapter 2: Edgy and Dull

biker!Eddie Munson x fem!artist!reader

🚨18+ONLY, mature themes, eventual smut, mention of poverty, mention of hard times at home, alcohol consumption, smoking, some physical violence, cheating (not on reader), angsty situation, I'm not sure what else to put here, please let me know if I missed something. Word count: 4.4k

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“Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull, and

cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull”

“You know that saying, ‘shit happens and then you die’?” You had your headphones around your neck, makeup done, but only your sweats and ratty t-shirt on as you walked through the kitchen. “Shouldn’t it be, ‘shit happens and then you live’? Cause that just feels more accurate.”

Your roommate Katie had the day off, and she was reading a book in the love seat by the window, but you had to be at work by 2 to get ready for the gallery opening.

“I think we should get the latter one tattooed on us,” Katie responded, her eyes never leaving the pages of her book.

It had just occurred to you, only moments earlier, that you were missing an earring. Not a big deal, they weren’t expensive or anything, but you didn’t want to step on it in your bare feet or find out that your cat Charlie ate it by accident. You tossed your bed and couldn’t find it, and later you were on your hands and knees going through the carpet with your fingers when Katie brought her book down so that just her eyes were showing over the top.

“You lose your dignity again?”

“Yes, but also,” you stood up with a sigh, brushing yourself off. “I lost the pair to those silver hoops I always wear. Oh well,” you were running late, per usual, and getting distracted with the chore of looking for an insignificant piece of your jewelry was not helping.

You just didn’t want to go into work, that was the problem. You got dressed listening to Supernova by Liz Phair, and then you had to go into the third bedroom you used as a studio to grab something, and the three works in progress sitting there glaring back at you made you pause. The irony of it was, you'd started working at the gallery to be closer to the art world, but you worked so much, you rarely had time to paint. It was the definition of madness.

“See you at 5:30,” you called to Katie as you walked out the door. You were both suckers for any event that offered free snacks and booze. “Oh and please check Charlie’s food dish before you leave. Okayloveyoubye.”

As you approached your car where it was parked at the curb, your eyes locked on the brand new, passenger side tire, and you couldn’t help but think about the hands that put it there. You had a flashback of his smile, the way his mouth moved when he talked, the way the back of his hand grazed your knee when he was reaching for the CB. You had experienced an instant familiarity that didn’t make any sense to you.

You know what else didn’t make sense? You forgetting your keys inside because you’d be shit out of luck trying to get your car started without them. Also, you still had your slippers on.

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The sign in the window of Moon River Gallery announced the showing of original paintings and sculpture by Anna Stavros and Beckett Miller, and you were setting up the beverage table when the owner of the gallery, Judith, showed up. She only came for the events, to mingle and show off to her friends, but she wasn’t one to lend a hand, and she was never available when you had questions. In some ways, it was nice, because you could take care of the space and the other employees without too much micro-managing, but when she did show up---it was always emotionally taxing.

“You’re not wearing that today, are you?” Judith asked you, the sides of her mouth jerking down, her brows clenching together.

What you had on was similar to what you always wore at the gallery; it was simple and classic so that the customers and clients could focus on the artwork and not on you. But, it wasn’t cashmere or Ralph Lauren, and Judith was an honest to god snob. If she knew that most of your clothes were bought second hand at thrift stores, she’d have a stroke right in the middle of the showroom floor.

You looked down at yourself. “Um, yes. Yes I am,” even though you knew what you had on was fine, her comment still made you self-conscious and you crossed your arms over your chest.

You walked the floor with Judith to show her how you set everything up, and to give her an idea of how many had already RSVP’d. You were looking down the list of confirmed clients when a name toward the bottom caught your eye.

...Charlene Gregson & guest….

A few guests arrived early and Judith went over so that they could sing their praises to her. You caught the eye of one of your helpers, Jeffery, and waved him over, mouthing for him to meet you around the back of the stairs.

“Hey,” you brushed a piece of hair off of your face. “First of all, you’re doing great. The artist statements look amazing. But also, are you the one who took the confirmation for Charlene Gregson? I don’t remember her being on the original list.”

At first, Jeffery looked worried, like maybe had done something wrong, but then he softened and got a little flustered. “It’s one of Judith’s friends, they know each other from the country club.”

Judith was supposed to run all of the invites by you, so that you could be prepared, but she usually just expected you to read her mind.

“Do you know who the guest she’s bringing is?” You ask, thinking it would be her husband, and how you were curious to get a good look at both of them.

At the front of the gallery, Judith had her arms wide, taking bold credit for how everything was set up.

Jeff inched closer and whispered. “You’re going to love this. Apparently, she has a bodyguard that she takes with her to events.”

You turned to Jeff with your mouth open, assuming it was a joke, a permanent look of surprise frozen on your face, and it made him stifle a laugh.

The two of you stepped further to the side, behind one of the dividers. “A bodyguard?” You repeated what he just said, thinking maybe you got it wrong. “Is she running for president of the United States or something?”

“It’s so strange, right?” Jeff looked to see where Judith was and then kept talking. “The rumor is, she was robbed at gun point a few months ago, and ever since then, she’s been paying a member of the Coffin Kings to be her driver and her bodyguard whenever her husband is away.”

You held your breath at Coffin Kings. Wasn’t that the motorcycle gang rumored to have a clubhouse at Munson’s Garage?

“Did you get the name for this body guard by chance?” You had a weird feeling, but passed it off as sampling too much of the pre-packaged deli cheese.

“No, I’m sorry,” Jeffery looked so sad, like he had just let you down in the biggest way.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, “ you patted his arm, and then noticed that Judith was beckoning for you. “We’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

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Soon enough came exactly 42 minutes later.

You were in the middle of explaining the nuances and inspirations for a large mixed media piece by the artist Anna Stavros for a handful of people when Jeffery scooted up to your side and took your arm, whispering, “she’s here,” into your ear and, rightfully so, you completely lost your train of thought.

You excused yourself from the group, and asked one of the other employees to refill their wine glasses---because drunk people buy more art.

The gallery floor was packed. There was an art walk happening on the entire street, so some of them came and went, but a few were lifers who only bought art from Judith because of her family name.

You followed Jeffery around so that you could have a clear view of the front door and, there she was: tall, blonde, and tan. She was probably in her late thirties; she had a face like Bridget Fonda with the body and style of Sharon Stone.

You gulped.

But you choked on your own saliva and started to cough when you saw Eddie out on the sidewalk waiting for her, smoking a cigarette. Turns out, your gut had been right; it hadn’t been the cheese after all.

He looked...really good. He had on a black leather jacket, heavy with buckles and zippers, on over a button down dress shirt that was undone all the way to the middle of his chest, allowing the hint of several tattoos to peak out. He wore black jeans with boots, and his hair was down, long passed his shoulders. It was kinda messy and curly and you wanted to touch it.

“10 out of 10 would let the bodyguard bend me over in a dark alley,” Jeff said in your ear, and you silently agreed.

You turned to say something else to Jeff, but just then a guest touched his arm and engaged him in conversation.

You made a beeline through the crowd to introduce yourself to Charlene, but Katie intercepted you breathlessly. “I know I’m late, I’m so sorry, I took a nap and I didn’t set the alarm and---”

“It’s okay,” you tell her. You’re not looking at her though, your eyes are on Charlene who has now gone over to talk with Judith. “I’m glad you made it. Here, have my wine. Eat all of the shrimp you want. I’ll be right back.”

You watched through the front windows as Eddie sucked on his cigarette, hooked one thumb into his front belt loop, and leaned back against the lamp post at the edge of the sidewalk. You took another look around you, and then grabbed a beer from the ice bucket at the beverage table and headed out.

“Did you come to take my tire back?” You called out to him as you stepped from the threshold and started to close the distance between the two of you.

He threw you a dirty look at first, but then recollection dawned, and he offered not a smile so much as little quotations appearing on each side of his mouth. He straightened, sliding his back up the lamp post and flicked his cigarette.

“Well, well, well,” he jerked his chin at you. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“You’re on my turf now, buddy,” you said, spreading your arms wide after glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one could see you from the window. “Thirsty?” You asked, extending the beer to him.

“How did you know what kind of beer I drink?” He asked with a few creases in his forehead, appraising the can as you handed it to him.

You shrugged. “It’s the beer I like, so, I guess that means you have good taste.”

Eddie looked tired. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes right away, and even though he put on a good, tough front, you could tell that he hadn’t slept well in days, maybe weeks. He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the sidewalk and crushed it with the toe of his boot as he cracked the can and took a swig.

The sidewalk was narrow and you pressed your back against the brick wall of the building across from him, allowing other art walk people to pass by as you talked.

He waited for a few pedestrians to pass by before he spoke to you again. “So, you’re gonna make me drink alone?”

“I’m on the clock,” you tilted your head, placing your hands behind your lower back so that your fingers grazed the brick behind you. “One of those beers and I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’d like to see that,” he said under his breath, putting his lips against the rim of his beer for another drink, trying is best to contain another grin.

“Wait,” he seemed to catch something a bit later than you gave it. “You work here? At this gallery?”

You could see that his face was a genuine mix of being shocked and impressed. His eyes shifted to the door a few times, and you wondered---was there also a hint of worry there? Fear that Charlene would come out and see him talking to you?

“I suppose you could call what I do work,” you returned, flippantly. “I can’t change a tire or do what you do, that’s for sure.”

“You don’t even own a tire,” he teased.

“Hey, that’s not true, I have the required number now, thank you very much.”

“You need to carry a spare in your trunk, just in case,” he wiped his mouth and put his chin to his chest, and then looked up at you from under his lashes. “Come by the shop some day, I have a few to spare. I won’t charge you.”

You were touched by the generous offer and it was a challenge to think of a new sarcastic thing to say.

“Do you want to come inside?” You knew deep in your soul that he wouldn’t; it was absolutely not his scene. Hell, it wasn’t even yours, to be honest. “There’s a lot of free food in there. Pounds of it, actually.”

His stomach grumbled and he worried for a beat that maybe you had heard it. He’d be able to grab a bite after he dropped Charlene off and she paid him. Every time he thought about her paying him, it made him cringe internally, like he was some kind of fuckboy escort service. But ever since Wayne got sick, he let her stick a couple hundred dollar bills in his pocket every now and then, because every dime helped.

“No thanks,” he shook his head, waiting again for another handful of pedestrians. “I don’t want the cops to get called on your party.”

You wondered why he said that. Was it because of how he looked? Or was there another reason? You wanted to ask, but then Jeffery came scrambling out onto the sidewalk, arms flailing.

“Hey, I need you!” He was in panic mode, but when he saw that you were talking to someone, he bashfully locked his fingers together in front of him. “Pardon me. I mean, I am in need of your assistance madame, posthaste.”

You pushed off from the wall and said, “duty calls.”

But then, Eddie pushed off of the lamp post and suddenly you were both close together in the middle of the sidewalk. You looked up at him, waiting, watching the way his lips parted as if he were about to say something.

“You should...if you’re not...if you have time later,” God he cursed himself for how he was babbling. Fuck, Munson, spit it out for godsake. She already thinks you’re a pimp and a loser, what else could go wrong?

“I mean,” Eddie cleared his throat. “If you’re free after this, my band is playing at The Hideout tonight. It’s a total dump, but the beer is cold.” He ended it with a little self-deprecating laugh that you recognized because you used it often.

You waved Jeff back inside and turned back to Eddie. “Um,” the answer you wanted to shout at him was YES, but you had a few things to consider.

You’re such an idiot, Munson. His internal monologue continued. Why would a woman like her ever be caught dead in a place like that with a guy like you?

“I’ll be here cleaning up until after 10. Will you still be there?”

It took him a few blinks to realize that you were accepting his invitation. “No, I mean yeah, that’s---we won’t even go on until after 10.”

“Okay, then, maybe I’ll see you later.” you started walking and smiled at him over your shoulder.

“Oh, wait,” Eddie called to you, remembering the earring he’d been carrying around in the pocket of his jacket, but you were already inside.

Just as you entered the gallery, Charlene Gregson was hugging Judith goodbye, and she brushed by you on her way out the door, smelling like suntan oil and Chanel No. 5. You waited, and then turned to see her go up to Eddie and kiss him on the cheek, before he went around to open the passenger side door of her black Porsche for her. She kissed him on the cheek? Why did this feel so… off? They weren’t dating and he wasn't just her driver/bodyguard. Something was fishy about it and you had the right might to find out.

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“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Katie whispered as the two of you made it on foot around the block from where you parked to The Hideout entrance. The venue was situated in a part of down with very few street lights, and so the only illumination as you approached were two neon beer signs in each window and a soft green fluorescent glow coming from inside the door. You could hear the music clear as day from outside, the beat thudding in your chest. It was coming from a jukebox: Possum Kingdom by the Toadies.

You passed by a long row of motorcycles parked out front and you thought about the biker bar scene in Pee Wee Herman’s Big Adventure when he accidentally knocked all of the bikes over and it made you laugh and bite your lip.

“Make up your mind,

and I’ll promise you

I will treat you well,

my sweet angel…”

Once the cloud of cigarette smoke cleared, you could see the stage in the back was empty, and you didn’t see Eddie.

To the right was a bar with a bunch of pull tabs in plastic boxes on the wall and three guys with beards wearing leather biker cuts, sat nursing their drinks.

“Do you see him?” Katie had her arm interlocked with yours now and she elbowed your ribs. She knew what he looked like from the few times she bought weed from him, but that felt like a bazillion years ago.

You shook your head, looking for a place to sit.

“Give it up to me

do you want to

be my angel?

So help me..”

That was when you felt a warm body come up behind you, breaching the wall of your invisible bubble, and you were about to kick whoever it was in the shin when you heard his voice in your ear:

“Now, you’re on my turf,” Eddie said. He took two long strides until he was in front of the two of you, and then he cocked one eyebrow up.

“This whole turf thing is getting serious,” you made eye contact with him and tilted your head. “We probably need to have some kind of dance off to settle it.”

He just licked his lips and made those familiar quotations show up on either side of his mouth, as if to announce that his lips were a statement in themselves.

Turns out, Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin wasn’t able to perform that night because their drummer broke his foot in a motorcycle accident.

“He’s loaded up on pain pills, he’ll be fine,” Eddie assured you after seeing the horrified look on your face. “We have someone who usually fills in, but he wasn’t available either.”

“So it’s just been me and my buddy Steve here hanging out,” Eddie finished. “I didn’t have you number, so I thought I’d just wait and see.”

Eddie was starting to make you feel a certain type of way, like when you put a chocolate chip cookie in the microwave for the perfect amount of time and it melts in your mouth.

“What do we have here?” A guy came up next to Eddie, and he had a thick head of dark hair with eyes all brown and pretty just like Eddie's. When he smiled, you could see that his right incisor was a gold tooth. He also had a leather biker kutte, or cut, on like the guys at the bar, there was a big tattoo on the side of his neck.

You felt Katie stiffen at your side. You had already made the introductions between her and Eddie, and they remembered each other, but now this guy was staring over at her with a certain level of elevated interest.

“Ladies,” Eddie gestured to the guy with the tattooed neck. “This is my buddy Steve. Steve, this is Y/N and her roommate Christie.”

“Katie,” she corrected. "Gosh, Munson, my feelings are hurt. How many times did we get stoned together back in the day?"

“Right, Katie, that’s what I meant.”

“Katie.” Steve Harrington repeated her name, blinking his big doe eyes, seemingly oblivious to everyone else in the room. He had a natural charisma and magnetism about him that was undeniable.

You could feel Katie’s skin getting hot. She was naturally funny and talkative, but she was suddenly retreating into her mute phase.

The boys invited you over to their table, and Katie made wide eyes at you as you went, wordlessly announcing that she thought Steve was hot. The next song on the jukebox started: You Could Be Mine by Guns n’ Roses, and that was when all hell broke loose.

Steve was about to reach the table when a big guy coming in the other direction shoulder checked him, knocking his arm back. You grabbed onto Katie and the two of you froze as Steve and the guy exchanged a few intense words. Eddie stepped in between with his back to you, acting as a shield for both of you in case it escalated.

“Get over it, man, that was fucking years ago,” Steve spat, standing his ground as the two had a bit of a stare-off.

The guy confronting Steve was maybe the same age, but he had more of a “clean cut” look so to speak, like he still clung to his glory days of being the captain of the football team in high school and tried to make it his whole personality. He was clearly wasted and stumbling on his feet a bit. You couldn’t understand what the whole thing was about, but it sounded like Steve might’ve had sex with the other guy’s girl at one point.

“Wrap it up, kids,” Eddie stepped forward. “We’ve got ladies present.”

The guy confronting Steve snapped a look at Eddie, and then his eyes landed on you and Katie, and he snorted.

“If they’re with you two, they’re not ladies. They’re nothing but cock sucking whores.”

Both you and Katie opened your mouths, shocked at the vitriol directed at the two of you for absolutely no reason, but as you were trying to understand why he said it, you noticed Eddies hands turn to fists at his sides.

“Someone needs to shut your mouth, it might as well be me,” and then Eddie swung at him, connecting his metal rings to the side of the guy’s face with a crunch of cartilage and bone. Katie yelped and stumbled back, taking you with her.

The guy Eddie punched recovered, his face already bleeding, and he lurched forward with an animalistic yowl, a long arm punch connecting with Eddie’s chin. Steve pushed the guy back, tackling him to the ground, wailing on his face with his fists as he went and people scattered. A wooden chair broke their fall and the arm rest splintered off.

The clean cut guy had two other friends, and they were both headed over to join in.

Eddie turned to you, his lip bleeding, piece of hair sticking to his cheek, his eyes wild. “Run! Get out of here!”

You didn’t want to leave him in that mess, but Katie was shouting your name and pulling at your arm, and the last thing you saw over your shoulder was one of the other friends try to swing on Eddie, but Eddie grabbed the guy and threw him to the ground.

“I’m too old for this, I’m too old for this!” Katie was repeating as you both raced to her car. She fumbled her keys twice. Just as she unlocked your door from the inside, you heard the sirens closing in: the cops were on their way.

You couldn’t let Eddie and Steve go to jail for defending you.

“Go around front,” you shouted as you slammed your door. “We need to get pick them up.”

“We need to WHAT?” Katie blanched, muttering to herself as she shifted into reverse. “I knew I should’ve never woken up from that nap.”

Her tires squealed as she rounded the corner, adrenaline rushing though both of you, your hearts racing. You rolled down the window as she screeched to a stop in front of the entrance. You couldn’t see Eddie, but you screamed for him, and you told Katie to honk the horn.

The sirens were getting closer.

That was when Eddie and Steve stumbled out of the door with a few other patrons, both with bloody lips and hands. You could tell by their faces that they hadn’t expected to see you there, but they were grateful. Speeding away on a motorcycle was not ideal in that moment, because two cop cars were already fishtailing around the corner, headed in that direction.

“GET IN!” You yelled, and the two of them realized in a split second they had no choice but to obey. Steve dove into the back seat first, followed by Eddie, and then you were shouting, “Gogogogogogo,” to Katie as she floored the gas and cursed you, saying she’d never go anywhere with you ever again.

Part 2.5

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #90s au #1990s music #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #I want to go back #to the 90s

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the-travelling-witch · 2 months

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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

melancholic and wistful/dreamy

black over-ears

When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.

死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀

indie rock

grey over-ears

Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.

shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

indie, folklore

old school white wired earphones

Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.

feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound

both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)

Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.

夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

(80s) rock and metal or pop

rose-gold or white earbuds

For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.

killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

your local girl group stan

branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)

Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.

fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet

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harrisonarchive · 10 months

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George and Astrid in 1977; photo © Astrid Kirchherr.

“Astrid was the one, really, who influenced our image more than anybody.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology

“I had the strongest friendship with George. He was one of my best friends. We saw each other often, and he always looked after me, got in touch constantly to ask if I was healthy and if I have everything. Today […] I still meet up with his wife Olivia and his son Dhani.” - Astrid Kirchherr, translated from Hörzu, 2005

“[Olivia] is a special lady and a wonderful woman, she is only what you would expect from someone married to such a wonderful man as George. [...] I was invited to a beautiful memorial service with Olivia and their son Dhani, who is so like George, at their beautiful home where George was happy being a gardener.’” - Astrid Kirchherr, Liverpool Echo, August 26, 2003

“I was in London then [in the late Sixties] and George said he needed a photo for the inner sleeve of his Wonderwall album. I said, I just don’t feel like it, and anyway I haven’t got a camera. He smiled and said, ‘Darling, I just need to click my fingers and there’s any camera you want!’ So I had to do it, and I do really like that picture. Then later George said, ‘Come over to London and I’ll set up a studio for you and you can be a photographer here.’ But I was so unsure then if I was any good or not, that I just couldn’t accept his offer. I’d had years of being called ‘The Beatles’ photographer’. I’d go into a magazine with my portfolio, and all they would want to talk about was The Beatles. They didn’t care if picture was out of focus or not, especially in the ’60s, as long as it had a Beatle in it. So I started to question myself. Are you actually good, or are you only good because you took pictures of The Beatles? And under those circumstances, I didn’t feel as if I could do it any more. I still take pictures - but these days they’re just in my mind.” - Astrid Kirchherr, The Beatles: Classic, Rare & Unseen

“He was then [in the early '60s], he still is now: my Georgie boy.” - Astrid Kirchherr, translated from Spiegel, 2/1994

“George was always my favorite, his kindness and his wit. He was just a wonderful person and whenever I was in trouble, like with money and things, he was always looking after me and he invited me a couple of times to London and later on to Henley. I just miss him terribly because he was like a little guardian angel for me, I feel like I am in a way lost without him.” - Astrid Kirchherr, Astrid Kirchherr: A Retrospective

“[Kirchherr] last saw George Harrison in mid-2001, months before he died, when he invited her to [Friar Park] for a last weekend with his family. ‘I remember we had a little walk in his park, and I was so full of love and joy to be with him that I cried,’ she says. ‘He said, “You must not cry, I will always look after you.” He had no fear. No fear whatsoever. I miss his presence, but I’ve got the feeling he’s still around me.’" - Peter Fetterman Gallery, Artists: Astrid Kirchherr (x)

#Astrid Kirchherr #George Harrison #Olivia Harrison #Dhani Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #The Beatles #George and Astrid Kirchherr

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Hii ik saw me many times but i love your blog so much about hobie and Miguel i have questions have any hc hobie being west African hc of that been there since watched movie i cannot get it out

I AM GOING TO SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AT THIS BECAUSE YES YES I CAN

(also sorry if this is kinda Yoruba centric!! cause that's the area I know the best - for reference I myself am Bajan/Quechua (West Indies - Barbados / Indigenous Peruvian))

West African!Hobie Headcanons:

And because I'll never get a chance to talk about this again I'm gonna start off with the one I love most and the one people know most about (and that is demonized - literally - the most)

Hobie and Vodou (aka VooDoo):

Yeah, I said it. Hobie can work. He got juju. He rootworks. He conjures. Whatever iteration, whatever title - if Hobie followed any religion it would either be Buddhism, which some argue that some sects can double as a moral philosophy,

-If he'd respect any religion. It'd be a Traditional African one and I'm putting money on Vodou.

[And heads up, I am not an initiate of Vodou, but I do actively practice African Traditional Spirituality (HooDoo/Rootworking) and Ancestral Worship. So take from that what you will.]

First of all - how punk would that be??? A West African religion demonized by the western world for centuries from Africa to Haiti to Louisiana - that praised ancestral worship and community first???

YES PLEASE. Some people might not really understand all of this but:

First things first, yes, he speaks Yoruba and if you call it 'Speaking African' he's going to flay you alive.

Like????? Hobie sweet talking in Yoruba??? I'll throw my self on the floor right now!!

Hobie practicing ancestor worship - and thanking all the oppressed people who gave their lives and suffered daily so he can live his life?

He'd have an altar in his house, a small one he keeps out of sight, even to Gwen.

Leaves offerings and bits of his meal on the altar. Cause he was once food insecure, but now that things are a little better, he can do that

Like even if he practiced a form of HooDoo or another sect that derives from Traditional African Spirituality (that doesn't involve initiation)

He'd want to give back to his ancestors, learn how to use natural herbs and work them, learning how to make powders, doing floor washes, sweeping a certain way

And having all of these routines related to his African spirituality that are so subtle but he thinks about always

Prays to his ancestors to give him strength when he's struggling with being Spiderpunk

BUT IMAGINE IF HE WAS INTITATED THO ????

Hobie in all white during ceremony???????

HOBIE BEING A CHILD OF SHANGO??????????

NAH THEY AINT READY FOR IT

But even so -whatever Orisha got that boy head be putting in WORK.

And you know he keeps his beads on forever and always even under the suit!!!!

And the style!!! Hobie AfroPunk?!!!

I don't know if they have this elsewhere, but in NYC there's a music festival called AfroPunk - and it's full of black artists, and black people come out in these amazing outfits - and the goal is to incorporate as much African influence as possible

HOBIE WOULD EAT THIS UP.

The inside of his vest being lined with African textile!!

He takes it off in front of you and you see that little pop of that of classic orange-gold color

You just know he's wit it!!!

And the BEADS

(He should wear beads he's royalty compared to the raggedys at HQ)

[Cough] red and white shango beads [Cough]

Imagine Hobie giving his girlfriend a coral bead bracelet too AWWW

And telling them the significance??!!

He loves a woman in a headwrap. GELE ESPECIALLY but any type

And if you wear waistbeads UMMMMMMMM

As soon as he sees it peeking from under your shirt - IT'S GAME OVER

He's gonna wanna test if they working how they supposed to IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

AND The FOOD!

First of all - Hobie hates that British manners shit.

Was raised eating with his hands and loves it

He hates old white people who wanna stare cause he eats with his hands

He loves goat. Not me projecting he LOVES goat.

He really appreciates rice based dishes because they can fill you up - and you can't just buy them anywhere

Prefers Waakye to Jollof Rice but still loves Jollof

With FUCK UP some Fufu if he can get it

I say he eats standing up so he's just there at his kitchen counter eating Fufu and the most random shit in his fridge???

Like he'll be eating left over KFC with fufu - like what are you doing??? Thats - not a meal bro

He loves Okra (ew nasty ass) and he'll eat it all the time.

Especially fried okra but okra soup is cool too he's fine with that

His fried plantains go INSANE. They go SO HARD. They're to die for

He always picks the sweetest ones and it cooks them till they're all caramelized and shit YUMMMMM

(can you tell I like my plaintains sweet and soft cause I DO)

Extra Headcanons

He was not playing that when Gwen first came over - as soon as she stepped on the houseboat with shoes he was like "Girl-"

The first time Peter B. heard him speaking Yoruba he went "Wow, Hobie, Your Nigerian is great!"

Hobie, who already hates Peter B, looked at him like he was the dumbest mfer on earth like

'Right, and you speak American, right? Fucking bellend. I hate you. 'Nigerian'. It's Yoruba.'

(He's only saying that cause he hates Peter personally and wants him to have a bad day)

Meanwhile Gwen was nice enough to just ask "What language is that?" (The correct way to do it, do not assume language names like Peter)

First time he went over to Peter B.'s place (on Gwen's insistence), Mary-Jane accidentally swept over his feet before setting her purse on the floor

and in the moment he knew he had to leave.

He's a streetkid, but since he's in the neighborhood so much he has like 45 different women he calls auntie - and they make sure he has good food to eat because 'you are so skinny! you need to eat more.'

He does that auntie shit where you're walking with him and you see someone you know and now they're in a long ass conversation

Or when he says 'goodbye' then stands by the door having a conversation and you're standing there in your coat like....'fam are we out or not cause i can sit back down'.

He always goes to meet the elders of whatever house he's in to introduce himself, very respectful of black elders and enjoys helping old the older black folk in his neighborhood.

He enjoys giving them respect and hearing their stories, helping around the house. Plus he gets great food out of it

ANNDD That's all of them I think!! Sorry if any of these were off the mark - a lot of these are from personal things I know about West Africa and things learned through Spirituality. I hope I got everything okay!

Thanks for this by the way I LOVE Hobie and culture you know he'd be SO proud!!

[If you've read this far - maybe take some time out to learn a bit about African religions - they're beautiful practices (open to black people - we're worshipping black ancestors) - but you can still learn about them and understand how modern culture often demonizes these types of religions. If anything, I hope you learned a little from this! Hoodoo, Vodun (VooDoo), and Santeria (Latino witchcraft) are not scary, dark practices!] And because I spoke about spirituality, imma put this here cause DO not be playing yknowwhatimean

🧿

#I love talking about African Spirituality I hope I did it alright and justice #Most Vodou practitioners I know are Haitan so excuse any differences #no proofread as usu #hobie brown #hobie brown headcanons #spider punk #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spider verse

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honeyhotteoks · 1 year

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into the aurora - chapter twenty-five (ot8)

chapter twenty-five: strength in your heart and hands

chapter summary: your first class isn't at all what you expect, and you know you have to keep going

warnings: nothing too specific except for allusions to the last few chapters and reader's encounters with in su. in addition, there are some descriptions of the self-defense class that reader attends, so please be mindful there will be potentially some triggering words such as assault, opponent, etc. additionally, all of the details for the self defense class i've gathered from both my own personal experience taking a mixed martial arts class and gabriella corvina's self defense class which you can find on youtube. don't take any of my words to be real instruction, but they are drawn from real classes, and i highly recommend attending a self defense class if one is available to you, i really found the experience to be invaluable.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut

word count: 4.5K

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The self defense class doesn’t start the way you’d expect it to start, it starts with a dance.

Your instructor is calm, a seasoned martial artist. Her muscles are lean but powerful looking, and despite the rigidity of her core and the strong, square set of her shoulders, she’s loose and relaxed.

The gym she owns with her partner surprises you. It’s a classic martial arts gym in many ways, looking exactly the way you imagined or have seen in movies, but for the self defense class she turns the lights in the back room down low. The far wall of the room is lined from floor to ceiling with decorative shelves, white candles and tea lights scattered across them, all mixed in with earthenware pots and various house plants. You half expect someone to say namaste and offer you a warm lavender towel, and when you glance over at Ji-Ah you can see that she’s watching you to see how you’ll respond.

Your instructor starts off with a speech - why you’re all here today, what feelings she wants you to take away. She explains that for this class, there will be techniques and moves aimed at those who will never come for another class, these moves will be aimed at giving those students just enough information to do something against an attacker. Others will be smaller versions of moves you can improve on if you come to enough regular classes or progress to the intermediate level. When she invites Ji-Ah up to the front of the class, you realize quickly that she’s a lot closer to an advanced student than you would have guessed. This isn’t just a gym class for her, this is training.

“The first thing we’ll learn is our stance,” Your instructor, Hana, says, pacing from side to side in the room, her eyes warmly landing on each and every one of her students, “but part of learning our stance is learning our range, where we can travel to and where we can’t.”

You watch as Ji-Ah steps to the side, positioned and ready for her teacher.

“It’s a very simple box step,” Hana says, “watch Ji-Ah and I move together,”

You watch as they stand facing each other, and with ease they start to step in sync with each other. First side-stepping towards the wall of mirrors, and then Hana steps back and Ji-Ah steps forward perfectly in time, then to their opposite side, and back once again. They repeat the process to make a perfect square, never losing step with each other.

“This is your center,” Hana says as they step together, “this is where you find your core strength, where you build a strong foundation, and this is how you move with an opponent to maintain your range.”

They continue their side steps and you watch as the back of the class strains up on tip-toe to see.

“Now pick a dance partner and don’t be shy,” Hana smiles as she and Ji-Ah stop their movements.

You’ve never really loved group activities like this, team sports and gym partners and all the extra openness that comes with it, but Ji-Ah saves you from a little bit of awkward floundering and lines up in front of you.

“Cool right?” She says as she positions you both together.

“Different,” You nod, glancing up at the back wall of candles and greenery.

“Different is good,” Ji-Ah brushes you off, “now follow me. When I step forward with my right foot, step back with your left.”

“Got it,”

“Alright everyone,” Hana announces now that everyone is paired off, “let’s dance,”

You shift into the box step easily, and Ji-Ah nods enthusiastically as you pick it up quickly. Students around you are completing their first task with varying degrees of success. A girl to your side nervously giggles as she messes up and uses the wrong foot to step back, stumbling a little, until she repeats it a few more times and finally gets into the rhythm.

“I’m sure you’re asking yourselves why this is relevant,” Hana smiles, “but being able to move with your opponent with ease is something you’ll need to know if you start boxing, but more importantly it’s something you need to know in order to keep and create space with an attacker. You don’t want to be crowded, you want to keep your range. Understand?”

The class echoes her words back.

“Alright,” Hana slows to a stop in the center of the room, “now let’s learn where your power comes from.”

You expected to roll your eyes, to shrug off this class and everything with it. You expected a group of women shouting empowering phrases or learning moves that would be frankly impractical when facing off with a grown man. You’ve never, ever been so pleased to be proved wrong.

Hana spends the hour walking the class through not just specific moves, but why they’re important and how they can be varied in different scenarios. You learn that the thumb is their weak point, but your elbows and forearms are your strength. You learn that standing with your body turned to the side you shrink or center of mass, and with your hands up by your cheeks you can protect your face while making space. You learn that sometimes getting close to your attacker is better, rocking them off their center of gravity.

“You need to be prepared,” Hana announces as she offers her arm out to her instructional partner, a much taller man with wide shoulders and muscular legs. He reaches out for Hana’s wrist, and your mouth runs dry.

“You need to be calm,” Hana reminds you, “you have limited time to react, and that’s okay. With enough practice, this stuff is muscle memory.”

Ji-Ah glances over at you, watching your reactions carefully.

“When he grips down, it’s going to be a lot harder to disengage,” Hana allows her training partner to close his hand down tight and loosen it back up, “and if I pull away, I promise you he will be faster and stronger.” Hana pulls her arm back sharply, but her training partner locks his hand down and pulls her back.

You swallow tightly.

“Watch my feet,” Hana instructs, and you note the way her stance is haphazard now, barely a stance at all as she just tries to pull herself back to a proper standing position, “all he did was pull, and now I’m out of position. It’s hard to get it back, and I’ll show you how, but first let’s talk about not getting in this position in the first place.”

“You good?” Ji-Ah checks in, her voice extremely quiet and calm to your left side.

“Mhm,” You nod, not letting your eyes stray from the front of the class.

You watch as Hana’s training partner loosens up his hand again and cups it around her wrist, as if he were about to close down. Hana looks over at her students and gestures for you all to watch, “Before he locks down, you want to exploit the weak point.” She slips her fingers under his thumb before he can close it, pulling back on it to show you how she can make him disengage.

She shows you again, “If you can’t get in, then you can do this.” She claps her hands together despite the hand on her wrist, and you watch as she rocks her body to the side, using her stance and her core strength to her advantage, rolling her arms over and rocking him to the side as she uses her clasped hands to draw down and to the floor, knocking his hand off with ease.

“Once he’s off,” She says, “you have a few options. You have your elbows, you have your knees, but most importantly you have your feet. Once you have distance, you can run. If you keep taking classes and you feel comfortable with the idea of fighting, or immobilizing him, that’s great, but for those of you who don’t want to do that, you should know at least how to make space and how to move.”

Your mind flicks through the altercation with In Su, your actions and how unprepared you were for him to escalate things. You roll your wrist unconsciously, feeling the subtle ache there.

By the time you reach the latter half of the class where Hana starts pairing newer students off with the intermediate level ones to start practicing what they’ve learned with pads, your mind is changed completely. Ji-Ah stays your partner, strapping up with pads on her chest and arms.

“Ready?” She grins, tapping the pads and dropping into a stance.

“I still don’t know if I can really hit you,” You adjust your leggings and drop into the stance you’ve been taught, tightening your hands into fists.

“Sure,” She shrugs, “but you know, just go for it anyways. You won’t hurt me,”

“Right,” You exhale slowly, rolling your shoulders to get more comfortable, and wait for Hana’s instructions.

You start with practicing punches, shifting into using elbows as your opponent closes in on your space. Hana stresses your footwork and keeping the tension of your fists just right - not too tight, not too loose, your thumb kept safely outside the fold of your fingers.

At the first connection of your fist on the padded leather you almost want to laugh. It feels ridiculous, almost useless. In the street with In Su you’re pretty sure that you could have punched him but really what good would it have done? In the moment you couldn’t think that fast, you could barely keep up.

It clicks into place when Ji-Ah holds your bruised wrist. Hana walks between you and the other pair of students to your right, coaching you all through the movements.

“Hands tight together, hold your feet firm, core steady, and quickly rock down and towards the arm your partner is holding,” She instructs, “don’t be afraid to hurt your partner, they’ve done this before.”

“Throw me off,” Ji-Ah smiles, “come on,”

You move quickly, following the instructions one by one with ease. You’ve watched the move now a few times, you studied where Hana’s body was and how she moved. You’re used to watching instructors, and this core strength is suddenly no different than the strength you use in your daily practice. You lock your hands tight, plant steady, and snap your body.

The pain in your wrist is present, but a good reminder, and as you roll your arms over and push down, Ji-Ah’s hand disconnects and she takes a quick side step, stumbling as she works to regain her stance.

“Good!” Hana says next to you, “Nice and clean,”

Ji-Ah’s grinning when she resets her feet, “Let’s go again,”

So you do.

By the time you’re leaving class, you feel high. Endorphins coursing through you as you pack up your bags and get ready to go home. Hana leaves a sign up sheet on the front desk for any new students who want to continue, and Ji-Ah smiles when you tell her to wait so you can jot your name and number down.

On your way back to the office to pick up your things, she finally asks you, “Was that too much?”

“Shockingly, no,” You shake your head, taking a long sip from your water bottle, “I can see why you like it,”

“I didn’t want to scare you off or oversell it,” She shrugs, “but it’s easily the best thing I’ve ever tried,”

“Hana is amazing,” You nod.

“She’s a powerhouse,” Ji-Ah nods, “once you get into the intermediate classes… it’s another world.”

“It’s more than boxing,” You point out.

“Again, not trying to scare you off,” She laughs.

“That class,” You finally say, “she doesn’t offer that weekly, does she?”

“No,” She says, “admittedly that’s one of the draw-in classes. We always hope people will feel empowered after it and want to come for more,”

“It works,”

“She does have advanced self defense training,” Ji-Ah points out, “but really I think it would be good to come to the boxing and jujitsu classes first. I’ll even drop down a level to take them with you for a couple of weeks,”

“You don’t have to do that,” You find yourself saying, even though you really, really would prefer a familiar face in the room.

“I want to,” She insists, “plus they’re held at different times, you won’t have to walk there and back alone,”

“Are you my personal bodyguard now?” You nudge her.

She laughs and pushes you back, “You won’t need me,”

The KQ offices appear as you round the corner, and you know one of their managers has a car waiting in the garage for you. Ji-Ah’s apartment is a few blocks past here, and as you slow to a stop in front of the building she turns to you.

“How are you getting home?” She checks.

“I have a ride,” You assure her, “I’m good,”

“A ride,” She repeats.

You brush her off quickly with your practiced lie, “Mhm, I have to grab a few things upstairs but then I’m getting an uber. I’ll have security wait with me, you don’t have to hang out,”

She hesitates for a second and then nods, “And your place was okay last night? Nothing weird?”

“I’m definitely safe at home,” You assure her, “don’t worry,”

Between your eight boyfriends, their various managers and security, and a couple of your new found skills, she has no idea. It’s possibly the safest place you can think of in all of Seoul.

She nods and pauses a minute, and then sighs, “Thank you for coming with me,”

“I should be thanking you,” You shake your head, “we barely even knew each other a few days ago and you’ve already done so much for me,”

She smiles and shakes her head, “That’s what friends are for,”

You stand outside with her a little longer, talking about the class and what your next one might look like until the sky has grown even darker. She pushes you to grab your things and get your ride before it gets too late, and you ask her to text you when she gets safely home to her own apartment. Falling into friendship with her is easier than any friendship you’ve had before.

When you do finally come home, you find Hongjoong in the living room working his leg with a foam roller and listening to something through his headphones. When he sees you he pushes them off and gives you a tight smile, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You glance around the otherwise empty dorms, “where is everyone?”

“Long day,” He sighs, “and a tough practice with the new choreo. Yunho, Sannie, and Mingi are still at the studio with BB,”

“Really?” You glance at your watch, seeing that it’s already nine.

“Yeah,” He nods, “Yeosang’s filming, Jongho’s at the gym, and Hwa and Wooyoung are here somewhere, they came back with me,”

“Bad day?” You sit on the arm of the couch.

“Just tough,” He nods, “the hours are tight right now and the choreography just wasn’t clicking today. Everybody left in a mood,”

“Mm,” You smooth your hand along his shoulder, “anything I can do?”

He shakes his head, “Not tonight,”

“That bad?”

He shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, “You know how everyone can be, they’re just taking today hard. Yunho and San especially,”

“Got it,” You squeeze his shoulder, “well, I’ll give them a little space, check in tomorrow.”

“Anything I can do for you, though?” You sit next to him, offering him your open hand.

He smiles and interlaces your fingers, “I’m okay,”

You nod, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand and resting next to him a minute, just sitting with him.

“Your class,” Hongjoong says, remembering himself after his busy day, “good?”

“It was,” You nod, “I’m going to keep going,”

He sighs and smiles, “I won’t lie, that makes me feel a little better.”

“Me too,”

You can see the exhaustion in his face but he does his best to shake it off and focus on you, “Tell me all about it,”

You could, and you can tell that he’d do his best to keep up, but after how tired he looks you give him an easy out. You shake your head, feigning a tired stretch, “I’m actually so tired, can I tell you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” He smiles, “you should get some good sleep anyways,”

“Yeah,” You nod, “I think I’ll get a nice shower and then crawl into bed,”

“Perfect,” He leans in, kissing you warmly and sighing against your lips. When he pulls back he meets your eyes again, “Don’t worry too much about everyone, bad days happen,”

“I know,” You assure him.

He flops back against the back of the couch and picks the foam roller back up to keep working his tired muscles, and you take that as your cue to give him some space. You give him one last smile, “You get some sleep too, and I’ll see you in the morning,”

“Good night, darling,” He says softly, saving his endearments for these little moments alone.

“Night, Joong,” You squeeze his shoulder once more, and then slip away for the shower.

The hot water relaxes your tired muscles, your body slightly out of practice from that kind of workout, and you let yourself mull over the day. You flip through the way Hana addressed the class, the calm power she held even though she’s a fairly small woman herself. The way you knocked Ji-Ah off balance. The way it felt to free your wrist from her grasp. You need to feel that way again.

The creeping thought that In Su might still be poking around makes you nervous, little knots tight inside you, but you can’t let it win. He had controlled so much of your life in college, even when he wasn’t there, he occupied your thoughts and filled you with anxiety. You cannot let him have this kind of control again, you won’t let him.

You’re exhausted by the time your hair is dry and you’re wrapped up in pajamas, but none of the other boys have gotten home yet. Hongjoong is now fully asleep on the couch, but the idea of spending a night alone in your empty room has you oddly uncomfortable, the stretching silence of the space leaving you slightly on edge.

You make your decision in a split second, and slip down the hallway and past Yunho and San’s room, past the bathroom, until you hit the last door.

You knock on their door softly, relieved when you hear Wooyoung’s voice, “Come in!”

When you slip inside you smile, both Wooyoung and Seonghwa are relaxed on their respective beds, scrolling through their phones and you’re glad you didn’t disturb them if they were working on something or catching a little sleep.

“Hi, jagiya,” Seonghwa eases himself up into a sitting position, but he’s moving a little slow and for a minute the reason you came in is forgotten.

“Are you hurt?” You take a few steps towards him.

He shakes his head, “Just tender, I went a little too hard at practice today,”

“Can I help?”

“No, no,” He smiles, but you know he’s putting on a bit of a brave face. It doesn’t seem helpful to bring up the tough practice since they seem pretty relaxed now at least, so you push those thoughts to the back of your mind.

Wooyoung says the rest of what you’re thinking with ease, “He’s lying, he had to sit out the last half,”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes at his roommate, “Was that really necessary?”

“Yes,” Wooyoung shrugs before looking at you, “how was your class?”

“Great, actually,” You smile, but you move towards Seonghwa and take a seat on the edge of his bed, “but come here, what hurts?”

He sighs, “My back,”

“Just relax,” You press a kiss to his shoulder as you settle behind him, and slowly you start to work your hands over him, massaging his sore muscles and trying to ease some of his discomfort.

Seonghwa groans as you dig in a bit but when you pause he shakes his head, “No, that’s good,” he assures you, “so you said class was good?”

“It was,” You keep pressing into his back, “it wasn’t what I expected at all,”

Wooyoung stretches out on his bed, head propped up on his hand as he turns towards you, “What was it like?”

“Well,” You search for where to start, “I mean it’s more of a martial arts gym, and apparently Ji-Ah could basically kick any of our asses,”

Wooyoung laughs sharply, “She’s so tiny!”

“Tiny and deadly,” You laugh, “it was kind of amazing.”

“That’s good,” Seonghwa murmurs, his voice tight from where you’re focused with your thumbs on his back.

“Mhm,” You kiss his shoulder again and you watch his mouth quirk into a smile but he keeps his eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your hands. You look back up to Wooyoung, “But, I don’t know, I expected it to be more… superficial? But it was incredible, the woman teaching the class is this decorated mixed martial artist and she was so zen about everything, just very matter of fact about how to disengage from an attack,”

Wooyoung’s jaw tenses a little at the word but he nods, “That’s good,”

“Do you think you’ll go back?” Seonghwa asks as your hands slip lower and focus on the small of his back.

“Definitely,” You smile.

“You will?” Wooyoung looks a little surprised, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” You nod, “I don’t know, I just felt so good when I left. The studio is amazing, Hana is just such a good teacher, and Ji-Ah said she would drop down to the basics with me for a while to keep me company,”

“Oh, look at you,” Wooyoung grins, “I love it,”

Seonghwa sighs as your hands slow to a stop and he straightens back up, testing the feeling of his back now that you’ve worked on him. He rests his hand on top of yours, “Thank you, that feels so much better,”

“You could have let me help you like an hour ago,” Wooyoung yawns.

“Maybe I just wanted y/n to give me a massage,” Seonghwa shrugs, “and she’s better with her hands,”

“Sure,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes with a smile.

“Baby,” Seonghwa squeezes your fingers, “did you need something when you came in?”

“Oh,” You ease down next to him where he’s sitting on the bed and look between them, “I just wanted to come in and say hi,”

“Hi,” Wooyoung chips in.

You laugh and shake your head, “Actually, I was coming to see if either of you wanted any company for the night? I… I don’t really want to sleep alone tonight and-”

Wooyoung doesn’t wait for you to finish, he just throws back the covers and nods, “Get in here,”

You glance at Seonghwa, but he shakes his head, “As much as I’d love to, I really need to stretch out my back tonight,”

You lean up, pressing a warm kiss to his lips before heading for Wooyoung’s waiting arms, “You sure you don’t mind?” you ask Seonghwa.

“Of course not,” He says, easing himself back down onto his back and sighing when he relaxes into the mattress, “just try not to have sex like five feet from me,”

“You caught me, that was my plan all along,” Wooyoung says sarcastically, and Seonghwa laughs.

When you make it under the covers with Wooyoung, he picks up on your tense body immediately. He doesn’t say anything, but from the way he draws you into him and soothes you with his warm hands, you know he can tell you’re still a little on edge, even if the class and the shower worked wonders. You nuzzle into him, “God, I’m tired,”

“You worked out hard,” Wooyoung says quietly, “get ready to sleep like a rock,”

“Mm,” You yawn.

“A cute rock,” Wooyoung wraps his arms around you, peppering your neck and shoulder with soft kisses, “my very cute, very strong rock,”

“Our very cute rock,” Seonghwa corrects through his own yawn, his words stretched out and pitched.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wooyoung says, cuddling you closer.

“We should sleep,” You tuck your head into Wooyoung’s chest and hitch your leg up over his hip, your eyes drifting shut already.

“You just wanted a warm body pillow,” He teases you, “I see how it is,”

“Shut up,” You slap his chest lightly, “I’d say I missed you, but you’d probably tease me about that too,”

“Mm, no,” Wooyoung murmurs quietly, “not that,”

You smile against his chest, letting the warmth of him soak into your bones after your long day.

“Hyung,” Wooyoung says softly, and you can tell he’s adjusting his volume now that you’re in his arms and half asleep on his chest already, “get the light, will you?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa says and the light clicks off, “Goodnight, jagiya,”

“Night,” Wooyoung answers for you, and you chuckle, slapping his chest again.

“Goodnight, Seonghwa,” You answer him for real this time.

You close your eyes, hoping your muscles will start to finally relax and unwind now that you’re in his arms. Wooyoung’s breathing steadies out beneath your cheek, “Goodnight baby,” He whispers.

“Night,” You breathe against him.

His hand strokes up your back, “I got you,” He murmurs, low so only you can really hear, “I’m here,”

You don’t say anything, you don’t think you really can, but you nod against his chest and little by little, you start to relax.

“I got you,” He repeats, barely a whisper now, and with his hands holding you, you tumble headlong into sleep, knowing that he does.

On Tuesday, you go back to class with Ji-Ah. You keep going to classes, and at this point you can’t stop. After ripping the bandaid off with her, you have to keep going. Once your wrist is completely healed, it just becomes easier and easier. It doesn’t even matter that In Su hasn’t shown his face, disappearing for good like a dog with his tail between his legs, every time you go you feel stronger, lighter, and more at ease.

You adjust your schedule to accommodate classes twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday after work just like Ji-Ah said. You miss out on a little studio time with Hongjoong, but you make it up on the back end, coming back to work after your classes wrap up to get a little bit more time with him, or heading to the dance studio to work with the group.

In Su starts to fade into the background as your routine solidifies. You’re busier than ever, but you really, really don’t care. For the first time in a while, you’re happy. You feel safe.

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