#〈 romeo reply. ★ 〉

[attroxx]

❛ @bvlvnhan said . . . " sit down before you fall down. " (romeo!) ❜

𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝘽𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘿𝙀𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏. not only was he the youngest sibling amongst the vox family but he was the smallest too. his brother charlie had been blessed with a growth spurt and even his sister was two inches taller. but standing at barely five foot seven romeo struggles to reach the top shelf in his office. he's alone and there is no way on earth he's asking for help. so, romeo makes his way to his leather desk chair, placing one foot onto the seat and then another. not the most steady . . . probably a bad idea but he ignores it. he just needs this book . . . then a voice booms loudly in his ear. romeo loses his balance and slips, grabbing onto the back of the chair before he can come tumbling down. with fire in pale eyes he whips his head to see caio staring at him. what the hell is he doing here ?

❛ you almost made me fall, asshole !! ❜ romeo barks, white teeth barred at the man in frustration. with a huff he jumps off the chair, straightening out his cashmere sweater. ❛ what the hell is your problem ? i was fine. ❜ the witches heart continues to race as the adrenaline slowly leaves his system. a thought crosses his mind. was he worried about him ? romeo wrinkles his nose at the mere idea of it.

❛ do you not have anything better to do, doctor ? go away. ❜

blood blood blood . . . accepting.

[attroxx]

𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙃𝙔𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊'𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏. maybe not entirely . . . that would more than likely take a miracle. but being around her, the kindness and empathy she shows him . . . it's something he'd missed when vanessa had all but abandoned him. let him be banished from the family and seemingly didn't care what happened to him afterword. but not hyeon. her presence instantly calms him and makes him feel loved again, like he had been as a child. romeo smiles.

❛ that sounds good to me. this is perfect weather for hot pot . . . ❜ so many in the witch community want him dead. want nothing more than to see his head on a platter. yet hyeon so easily locks their arms, head resting against him. ❛ you really do not mind being seen with me ? ❜ it comes out quicker than he meant but it's too late to take it back now.

     ‘twas   not   often   the   elder   witch   found   herself   reminiscing   of   a   time   far   gone,   but   the   slightest   grin   that   played   across   romeo’s   face   was   so   reminiscent   of   jae   that   she   sometimes   had   to   pause   &&   reaffirm   herself   of   when   she   was.   the   aching   loss   of   her   other   half   never   left,   for   it   was   always   there,   threatening   to   choke   her.   yet,   she   could   not   deny   that   the   time   spent   in   romeo's   company   helped   temper   that   heartache.   her   ethereal   visage   softened   as   slender   arms   slipped   into   the   warmth   of   her   winter   coat,   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   smile. 

     hyeon   waited   by   the   door,   head   canted   to   the   side   before   she   slid   her   arm   through   the   other's   elbow,   leaning   against   his   side   as   they   strolled   away   from   the   apothecary.   a   thoughtful   hum   left   her   as   she   considered   their   options,   amber   gaze   bright   as   she   glanced   at   her   companion   through   dark   lashes.   ❝   i   could   go   for   some   hot   pot,   what   do   you   say   ??   we   haven't   been   to   hou   yi   on   hester   in   a   while.   ❞ 

[cielur5ww]

୨⏳️୧ ─────・ Absence

▭ Synopsis﹕ Your absence, although you are by his side, feels like you are not there. His throat burns, but he says nothing.. Because he loves you.

★ ❪CW❫── gn!reader x Wanderer, 'Kunikuzushi' is used as Wanderer's real name, the reader nicknames Wanderer as Kuzushi, relationship already established, present-absent, Kuni feels in conflict, fear of abandonment, argument(?), angts, bad ending?

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I was quite inspired while listening to "Absence" by Río Romeo, so I wrote this! I will be using some parts of the lyrics to write this.

"If I were to leave tomorrow, would you be okay?" You mused, asking your boyfriend.

He was so calmly almost asleep on you, resting his head on your chest, listening to the slow beats of your heart, almost falling into the world of dreams until you asked that question, pulling him out of that almost ethereal slumber.

He stopped, opening his sleepy eyes a bit, as if trying to analyze your question.

"Mhm." It wasn’t an articulated response; he thought about it for a moment. He didn’t understand what you meant by leaving tomorrow or if he would be okay.

Were you going somewhere tomorrow? Were you traveling with your parents? He doesn’t understand.

His indigo eyes landed on yours; he still felt embraced softly by tiredness and sleep, but he made an effort to respond to you, though the beats of your heart were trying to lure him back to sleep.

"Why would you leave tomorrow?" He questioned, seeming more awake this time, but he still didn’t move at all; his head remained resting on your chest, and he stopped looking at you, instead lowering his gaze to where your hand and his were intertwined, watching as your thumb gently caressed his hand.

He felt loved.

"No, it’s nothing." You replied softly. He could feel that you were smiling gently as you always did.

He had always loved that smile of yours, that smile that could soothe his nonexistent heart with tranquility, like a blanket of warmth surrounding him.

But this time, it felt different; he didn’t feel that usual warmth, only the coldness in that void in his heart.

It gave him a bittersweet taste.

...

In the following days, you behaved strangely, slightly different, but it seemed like you were trying to make everything seem normal, though it wasn’t. Sometimes he could see your face, an afflicted expression or one that no longer had your same beautiful and warm glow, as if it was bathed only in coldness and guilt.

He said nothing, not that he was particularly good with words; something was bothering you, and he knew it. Because the smiles he loved so much now seemed dishonest, they seemed so tainted with that same darkness that he once had.

You were hiding something from him.

He wanted to ask you; he wanted to approach you and tell you directly, but he couldn’t because each time he melted because of you.

Every time he got close, you would always give him 2 or 3 kisses on the lips. If you were lying down and he got closer, you’d both end up lying together, where you would give him brief kisses on his face or lips while smiling. When you were busy and standing, you would turn around to look at him, smile at him as always, and give him a quick kiss on the lips or, if you felt animated enough, you would wrap your hands around his waist and kiss him for a longer time.

He loved you; he loved the way you were, he loved how you loved him... and he loved you.

But then, why did you seem more distant at the same time? Even though you were affectionate enough with him, it seemed like every moment created a distance, even though you were right beside him, kissing him, smiling at him. Even though you were there, practically together, he only felt the cold slowly covering him like a slow snowfall until he would be buried under the cold and imposing snow.

He felt his nonexistent heart tightening painfully in his chest; he hated these feelings he was experiencing.

"If I were to leave tomorrow, would you be filled with sadness?"

You finally asked, looking at him directly. Standing, despite being barely a meter away, Kunikuzushi felt that each moment you were drifting further away from him without even walking.

He was confused, somewhat surprised... he didn’t understand what you meant by leaving tomorrow.

"Where would you go?" He asked, looking at you... somewhat afflicted, the burden he had been carrying in the heaviness of his empty heart was finally showing, no matter how much he didn’t want it to. But as always, you could read him like an open book.

"I just... thought, maybe... if I weren’t here the next day. I wonder if you’d fight or if... you’d leave Sumeru to look for me if I disappeared." Your tone of voice grew softer, turning into a whisper.

You weren’t sure if you should even express your thoughts to your boyfriend, knowing how he might react and knowing his painful past.

"Are you... saying you’re going to leave?" He interrogated you, giving you a direct look... somewhat accusatory in silence, his gaze sharp, but he felt his chest tightening and the buzzing of his nonexistent heart, it hurt.

Maybe it was just a damn indirect way of saying you’d leave him.

You’re betraying him.

"No, that’s not it, Kuzushi." You tried to calm him, looking at him softly for a few seconds and then, diverting your gaze.

That was the most he could take; he knew that look, he knew that look of pity towards him, a look he hated and never thought you’d have. So he simply lowered his gaze, feeling the pressure in his throat, wanting to yell at you, demand answers, destroy something, destroy you, tell you that you’re just like everyone else who betrayed him.

Because now, you were betraying him, even though you promised you’d stay by his side.

Just like him, just like that boy, just like everyone else.

You’re just a stupid mortal human.

And he, too, was to blame for falling in love with one.

[yourstrqly]

★ . . . 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐘𝐓𝟐𝟐

yuki tsunoda x fem!alphatauri!engineer!reader

in which you're like a gentle breeze in spring, always there but too hard to get, though the young Japanese tries his best to ask you out till you take matters in your own hands.

sitting down besides you at lunch break while his trainer michael sat two tables in front of him with a bright smile and a quick thumbs up, yuki took a deep breather before his face morphed into a happy expression.

you hadn't acknowledged him yet, deeply concentrated on reading whatever you had open on your work phone — he knew the difference between your private and the one alphatauri gave the staff.

he waited a few seconds, hoping you'd notice him but you only scrunched your eyebrows in confusing, tipping a reply to whoever wrote something to you; you were with the team for over two years now, starting off as the engineer of pierre, then nyck, daniel and now liam. everyone knew of your shyness though that didn't stop you from forming a bond with your drivers — yuki knew that you were still in contact with pierre every now and then, and you once shared a while ago that you were going to join nyck on a trip in the alps on winter break.

as the racing driver's hazy gaze lost its focus on the task at hand —asking you out—, to shift his eyes onto your beautiful hair, you finally finished up a mail, sending it out, and grab a fork to dig into the broccoli on your plate. then you dragged your eyes upwards to the cute man sitting to your right.

a soft smile etched on your lips as you chewed on the greens. he too smiled at you, swallowing the food he had eaten.

"hey y/n", he greeted you excitedly, big brown eyes interlocking with yours. you blushed, replying with a greeting and then returned to lunch.

that action didn't stop him from asking you through. "there's a flowershop around the corner on the way to our hotel. want to go later?"

you let out a small huff. "i'm busy with liam's car, won't make it back in time, yuki," you shared, "you could ask maria, she'd love to i bet."

his smile flattened and he slowly pushed himself up, putting away the dishes and made his way to the door of the cafeteria where his performance trainer michael already stood waiting. michael immediately took notice of his friend's dampened mood as they walked the staircase down to a media shoot with alphatauri's very own kiwi.

"I guess it didn't go as planned?", the trainer asked, concern written on his face. he got a shake of the head from the Japanese.

"said she's busy with liam's car", he groaned lightly before he changed his tone,"who the fuck is maria?"

whilst the grid's driver 22 ranted about his crush, you continued to sit alone at the round table, eating your lunch and tipping away on your phone till another presence took yuki's place.

liam lawson grinned at you brightly, just seen the interaction between yourself and his teammate — he like anyone else knew of yuki's everlasting ogling eyes at you but he also could proudly say that he was one of the few people who knew of your crush on the Japanese too; you were quite shy and obvious to the male's intention it seems, reasons why you kept your distance.

"mate, he's whipped", the kiwi giggled, causing a strand of blonde hair to fall against his face. gently you brushed it away, shaking your head. "You're delusional, liam", you moaned, taking your hand back to rest it on the table next to your now empty plate.

"i'm not delusional, you're just stupid, y/n. honestly you could murder someone and he'd throw heart eyes your way. he's that crazy for you", he sassed back, ignoring your rolling eyes as you got up.

"see you later, alligator", you mumbled under your breath.

"in a while crocodile", liam exclaimed.

"she likes him", liam said as he stood next to his former f2 teammate oscar piastri and alfa romeo's guanyu. "I don't understand how she's that obvious, the man's trying at any given opportunity."

"if she likes him, why doesn't she agree to go out with him?", guanyu asked, relative new to the crush-mess-situation at alphatauri. a frown was written all over his delicate features.

oscar shrugged his shoulders; he heard some gossip about the woman but didn't know if they were true.

"eh . . . its complicated I guess. I only know that her ex did some pretty shit things to hear and that's how she turned out the way she is now; shy and seemingly uninterested", the blonde man explained.

"but yuki isn't bad by any means", guanyu said in wonder, "he curses a lot but that's the only slightly negative thing about him."

oscar shook is head. "I don't think she'd mind his cursing — nyck did say she was pretty creative forming new insults."

as the three of them chatted about the pair, alex albon silently joined them while he fired away a lovely dovey message to his long-term girlfriend lily. his interest peaked up at the mention of y/n's name. "aren't they an item yet? just saw her running up to Michael and yuki, giving the later a piece of paper. my boy couldn't help himself but blush as red as tomato as she grabbed his hand."

"what do you mean?", liam's eyes grew bigger, "my girl got some balls? Unbelievable. "

"yeah unbelievable she didn't tell you", oscar sarcasticly grumbled under his breath. "Mate it happened probably five minutes ago."

Alex giggled at the aussi's comment, nodding in affirmation as the other men looked at him. then his gaze focused on the woman in question, you. "oi y/n", he started to wave, screaming your name once again to catch your attention, "we're here, left . . . the other left, ah yes."

your head snapped to the sound of someone screaming your name; there stood a few drivers, grinning at you excluding zhou who looked like he'd rather get somewhere more quiet than listening to whatever conservation happened in the first place. a few mechanics of the ferrari garage watched as you slowly made your way over to the drivers, letting your blush return — you didn't like the attention at all and right now if looks could kill the Williams driver would've been six feed under.

"what's the matter alex?", you mumbled, already aware that one of them would say things you didn't want to know.

the thai's left eyebrow moved upwards at your mildly excited voice. "cheer up buttercup, want to share with us what you gave yuki?"

a small huff escaped your lips; those men were stuck in bodies of teenagers. "Don't you have places to go?", you questioned, determined to end the conversation. "I have to go to a meeting where you also have to be there, mister lawson."

"fine", the kiwi muttered, drawing the 'i' out, "keep your secrets from your driver."

the little shithead you thought, rolling your eyes at the dramatic response whilst walking away to said meeting. "I'm glad danny will be back in a few weeks."

"Take that back", liam cried out, following you. As he catched up to you, he shoot a cheeky smirk at you and threw his right arm on your shoulder. "So", he sung," now that we're alone, you can revel your secret, y/n dearest."

another annoyed groan left your body; you knew he wouldn't let the subject go, it was like a superpower of his, being persistent.

"I've given him my number", you shared with him.

A proud smile formed on liam's face at the sentence, overjoyed of the news. "I'm a matchmaker", he whispered to himself in awe through you catched it.

Shaking your head, you revealed that a quick text message from former alphatauri driver nyck helped you out of your comfort zone.

"Oh for fucks shake that can't be true", liam said, voiced laced with disappointment.

[centrally-unplanned]

Saw this really cool post of a 1982 "SF" (Science fiction but in Japan that included things like anime, manga, tokusatsu, etc at the time) magazine that did a survey of active fan groups/circles at the time - ~woo, precious data! Lets see what we got:

Love to see a good gender breakdown - as is often the case in these things, while it is of course majority men the number of women participating is very strong. You do notice the age imbalance there - many women in their teens and college-aged, but it drops off quickly. I suspect that this is primarily because this survey is right in the middle of the first wave of the "pop SF boom", where more approachable works like Gundam and new manga subgenres were rapidly growing the community. So the older cadre was more heavily men, while the new group is more balanced. However, this is the early 1980's - it might just be that when a woman graduates college she was expected to marry and "settle down" still, inhibiting participation in these kinds of groups. I think it is primarily the former, Japan had pretty rapidly changed in the 1970's and female creative types were commonplace by then, but I won't pretend the latter players no role.

The writing on this page just contextualizes the piece, not much to report, though it does note that "3 people replied 'other' for gender...as a joke!" Sure, jan!

Anyway, on to page 2, what is our poll question of the day...

ロリコンについてどう思いますか? What do you think about lolicon?

....*siiiiiighs* guys I didn't, I didn't look at the second page before typing this up! I just wanted to report the gender data! This just happens to me, I swear -_-

But I can't back out now I guess:

It actually splits the question by gender - men are asked "are you a lolicon" while women are asked "what do you think of guys who are lolicon" - sexists, way to erase the female lolicon. Not actually joking there, it is a quite a thing due to its overlap with rape and dubcon fetishes - but I won't pretend I have expertise on the prevalence of that in 1982 Japan's SF community, even if it you see it today. Anyway, most men are not lolicons (the tallest line), though others fall on a spectrum from interested to "graduated", certainly a choice of words one could make.

Funnily a good dozen say they are called that by others, but not themselves - I believe that is related to the vague line between loli & shoujo aesthetics at the time. Which is important to emphasize, as I always do on this topic - sometimes the word lolicon just means "youthful" or "cute", sometimes it means like high schoolers, and sometimes it means real-deal underage stuff, and you won't know without context.

Meanwhile two women label lolicon men as "cute!", good for those two living their truth, while others are broadly tolerant but have Opinions. Which is fun, because the rest of the page is people sharing said opinions, sorted into "good" or "bad"! Some choice ones:

★ It's a symptom of modern civilization’s sick parts, but also an inevitable phenomenon. It’s better than having a rabbit or cat complex. Don’t lay hands on young girls. Lolicon must remain platonic. (♂/19/)

You see this theme a bit, "symptom of modernity", the new sexual fetishes are a product of a changing world. Certainly up for debate, but also very "in vogue" for the 80's & 90's to worry about that sort of declinist narrative. Then again, guy is a catgirl and bunnygirl hater, not sure we should listen to their shit taste.

On the flip side you get the "natural way of things" types, of which this is my favourite:

★ There’s nothing abnormal about having a dream involving an uncontrollable urge towards pre-teens. Even Romeo and Juliet would have made Romeo a lolicon given Juliet’s age (14), but people don’t think of it that way. Only at that age can girls love and respect men without ulterior motives. (♂/19/)

That last line, you are telling me so much about you with that one!! You can see how this is discourse, right? Like if one side says you are a "symptom of modernity" you ofc respond with "this is how all guys are" and with callbacks to traditional culture.

The "bad" side has a lot of ruthless condemnation, with more than one call for the lolicons to simply die or labelling them worthless scum. The magazine's writers do try to keep the tone breezy but I do think this topic being actually contentious in the community pokes through here. Though this serious one really did undercut herself a bit at the end:

★ I can understand why one person of the same gender might feel admiration or affection for a child or young girl, but for a man to only be able to love much younger women? That’s a mental illness! If they aren’t willing to fix themselves, they might as well die. They’re enemies of women. It's not going to turn out like Nabokov's Lolita. (♀/20s/)

I mean they did also kill jesus Humbert Humbert in Lolita. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill the Lolita guy.

There is an editorial at the end, and it echoes something one of the comments also states; that the lolicon boom was seen as coming from "hard" SF fans, the people who did the really nerdy stuff. There is a word they use actually which is neat: 根暗/Nekura, meaning someone with a "gloomy root". It began seeing use as a slang for hyper-serious, boorish people in the late 1970's and became a fad to use in precisely 1982 - here is a live record of that! They associate "hard SF" fans with these sort of gloomy types who can't take a joke or appreciate hanging out with the buds at a bar, that kind of thing. From there, and here I am reading between the lines, these fans like a sort of "idealistically sterile" world, and lolicon as a preference (in comparison to Real Adult Women) flows naturally.

I mention this because astute readers might be going "oh, like otaku?" and that word was only just buzzing around at this time - it is typically dated to 1983. The editorial writers note that these nekura-types are nowadays proud of that fact, wearing it like an identity:

A: I’m not really sure why, I don’t fully understand the inner workings of the SF world, but it’s like, out there, hardcore SF fans are considered gloomy. Maybe that’s why there’s this connection to lolicon? B: But surprisingly, everyone’s actually pretty cheerful. In today’s world, the 'dark and gloomy tribe' is trendy. It’s like they’re enjoying calling themselves gloomy, almost as a fashion statement.

So yeah, I can totally see proto-otaku discourse going on at the edges here.

There is a third page but it continues in a similar vein. A bunch of mentions of Hideo Azuma, who I am growing increasingly convinced was more of a lodestone for the lolicon boom than is currently appreciated - he is the ur-reference everyone makes. More discussion of girls in sailor uniforms as a gateway drug, yeah yeah, "is fine as long as its fiction", of course of course, one of the magazine editors remarking he wants "a wife for practical uses but a daughter as a pet" yeah okay we can call it we're done here, no more survey data anyway.

Not the topic I expected to find, but still this is really valuable "primary source data" - you can't trust the literary class fully on these things, having first hand quotes from community members on otaku culture in the era is always valuable.

Sorry if you got tricked into reading this - in my defense I did too!

[attroxx]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙍𝙐𝙋𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎. concern laces his tone and romeo tilts his head in the other's direction, sizing him up like a piece of meat. but a smile is what sirius is met with. ❛ ahh, nothing worth noting i promise. ❜

❛ You've been so quiet . . . Penny for your thoughts ? That is, if you want to talk about what's on your mind . . . ❜ / @attroxx, one - liner.

[valentiwyo]

UNTIL I FOUND YOU | WOOSAN - CHAPTER 8 (🔞)

genre »» childhood friends to lovers

pairing »» choi san x jung wooyoung

context »» fluff, comfort, mature content, smut, making out, oral, oral abuse, orgasm, mention of alcohol (MINORS DNI)

"I came to you with my secret feelings and childhood. See, I'm grown and I'm still here, Wooyoung. I have never given up on you even though we fell out. I still love you as you are..."

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

SAN'S POV

"Damn, you reek of the awful stench of alcohol."

As I sensed my head graze the pillow's surface, I allowed my eyelids to part slightly. Wooyoung had managed to escort me home, dragging my stumbling form through the streets. My tipsiness had reached terrible peaks. Now, in this dimly illuminated space, he struggled to take off my coat. A sly smile crept across my face.

"We both do," I replied. My hand found its way to the nape of his neck. Raising my eyebrows, I motioned towards his lips. Even in this dimly lit room, Wooyoung's smile gleamed, perhaps for the millionth time, captivated me beyond the realm of myriad stars and millennia. As our faces aligned, with our breaths audible in the room's intimacy, in such closeness, just when our lips were about to meet, he stopped me, his hand covering my lips gently.

"Slow down, Romeo~ You're too drunk. Just sleep."

As he attempted to pull away, I caught his hand. "Why?" A smirk tugging at my lips. "Afraid I might do something?"

"Pfft, what could you possibly do? Why would I be afraid, huh? Your wit has reached an all-time low."

"That's what I'm talking about..."

My hands slid around his waist as I drew him towards me. With him using both hands for support on the edges of the bed, his long raven hair cascaded over his face. "I can show you my capabilities," I breathed, my voice like a whisper carried by the wind. Wooyoung rolled his eyes, his lips curving in a playful defiance before he eased back, a smile still lingering, and settled beside me. "Mmm, perhaps you'll have a chance to prove it one day," he murmured, nestling his face against my neck. His presence, as close as the brush of a gentle zephyr, threatened to dissolve my senses once again. I turned toward him, reaching out to place my hand on his cheek. His eyes were closed, as though he had willingly surrendered to the allure of the moment. With a soft smile gracing my lips, I indulged in the luxury of watching him, a masterpiece of serenity.

Describing Wooyoung is an enigma; It wasn't only his beauty that captivated me, though he was unquestionably the most beautiful human being I had ever encountered in my existence. But there was something else about him, an elusive quality that goes beyond the ordinary. He radiated the warmth of a pleasant summer evening. His eyes were speckled with tiny stars, evoking the serene sensation of gazing upon a night sky. Just looking at him infused me with a peaceful contentment as if I were nestled beneath a shade of stars. Wooyoung, even on the coldest winter day, possessed the ability to dissolve all shivers with the touch of his hand. Even from a distance, I could sense the potential of his warmth.

Thinking he was asleep, I was taken aback when his lips parted. "Sannie," his whisper brushed the air, just like my fingers brushing the strands of his hair, tracing delicate paths.

"You remember the rumors that swirled around me as we neared the end of high school? You know, the ones about me being queer..."

Though his sentence, devoid of eye contact, startled me, I concealed my astonishment. The topic he put forward was a relic of the past, a matter that had undeniably burdened him with its share of wounds.

"Back then, much like now, you were cherished by many," he continued. "We were always together, and due to the rumors surrounding you, I became the one people hesitated to meet eyes with. You understand what I mean?"

I softly nodded.

"I had thought that if I distanced myself from you, you'd be safer. I never wanted people to talk about you. That's why, even after we entered college, fearing that those rumors would continue to haunt me, I attempted to isolate you from my life completely," he took a breath, his voice low as he completed his sentence. He had likely pondered over these words for a considerable amount of time, finally opening up to share his inner feelings.

Meanwhile, a storm of emotions raged within me, my frustration directed inward like a smoldering fire. I was angry at myself for having failed to comprehend the situation and inadverently let Wooyoung withdraw. "Why did you keep all of this hidden within yourself for so long?" I whispered, turning my entire body towards him. My gaze continued to explore his face.

"Because I knew that if you learned all of this, you wouldn't care about what others thought and you wouldn't stop chasing me. But, as fate would have it, even without me telling you, you didn't stop."

As he uttered the final sentence, his gaze averted and a gentle smile graced his lips. This delicate acceptance caused a mutual smile to spread across my face, prompting me to draw closer to him. "But you seem to rather enjoyed this," I whispered. "I can't deny that I did."

I placed my hand on his cheek. As the effects of the alcohol began to wane, I leaned in and kissed his lips. My hand remained against his cheek, the connection unbroken for even a moment. "Let people think what they want, Wooyo. From this point on, you can't leave my side," our lips barely separated.

"Last night, I drew The World card, Sannie."

Furrowing my brows slightly, I pulled away from him and murmured, "What the hell's that?"

Wooyoung responded with a wide grin, wrapping his arms around my neck and sat up. His hand brushed through my hair, fingers curling the strands, while his gaze remained fixed on my lips. Unexpectedly, in an instant, he took his place upon my hips, a sudden warmth flooding my heart. "A card of love," he murmured. "You haven't heard?"

There he was, Jung Wooyoung, seated upon my hips, his gaze intently locked on mine. With a deliberate slowness, I shifted my gaze from his eyes to his hands, which gently trailed downward, tracing a path along my body. He was acutely aware of his actions, relishing in the joy they brought. He was smirking.

"I haven't."

With my hands finding their place on his waist, Wooyoung had tilted forward slightly. As I caught the hint of a chuckle, he inched closer to my face. His warm palms rested delicatelyon my sweater, his weight supported by my chest as he leaned in, while my hands that rested on his waist ventured down his hips.

"It signifies the closeness of reuniting with someone you've been apart from for a long time," he spoke in a low voice, for as he drew nearer, my eyes narrowed, taking in the intensity of his gaze and the firm grip of my hands on his waist, a position I knew pleased him. A mere few inches of space separated us, a distance that set my blood to boil with anticipation.

"Mmm, is that so?"

"It is."

"Well, you've chosen your card well," I murmured, and at last, my quivering lips met his. Our gentle kiss altered, igniting by the intrusion of Wooyoung's tongue, a surge of desire turning it into something far more passionate. Witnessing his impatience painted a tautness across my lips, an awareness that fueled the growing lust between us.

-🔞-

As our breath quickened, his exhalations melded seamlessly with mine. My hands traced a deliberate journey across the fabric that adorned his body, leaving trails of sensation in their path. With each tilt of his head, he urged himself closer, his enthusiasm undeniable. His insistence caused my hands to slide to his thighs, and the way he pressed himself against me sent shivers of awareness racing down my spine.

"You weren't this naughty before," I whispered between our kiss. Wooyoung threw his head backward, allowing my lips to trail along his jawline.

"I suppose you haven't truly known me yet," he grinned. My teeth grazed a spot on his neck, leaving a tiny red mark as a signature, eliciting a soft, hushed moan from Wooyoung. He ground back and forth gently in my lap, my lips finding their way down his collarbones. His fingers were tangled in my hair, while mine traced slow circles along the hem of his sweater. When I couldn't reach his collarbones due to the fabric, I pulled back. In that moment, as Wooyoung gazed at me that way, I felt myself losing all sense of reason.

"Are you not going to take it off?" He whispered, pointing his sweater. Once again, that familiar expression gaced his face. He was smiling, yet the curve of his lips held a mischievous edge, as if the moonlight filtering through the window had caught onto his eyes, reflecting within them like a missing puzzle piece finally finding its home.

Drawing in a deep breath, I grabbed him by the waist and guided him down onto the bed. Now, the roles had shifted, and I found myself atop him. Wooyoung's hands came to rest on either side of his head, his gaze a mixture of defiance and surrender as he gazed at me with a bold glint in his eye.

As Wooyoung's eyes darted away from their path across my chest, I couldn't help but chuckle, leaning in closer. The sight of his diverted gaze, an evidence to how deeply I affected him, brought a satisfaction all its own. With a swift movement, I relieved him of his sweater, my gaze trailing down to his chest.

"You've been by my side for a decade, yet with every passing minute, I unearth a new facet of you."

Then, I reached for Wooyoung's collarbones that had eluded me earlier, and as my lips met there, his hands once again found their place in my hair. With each kiss I pressed onto the marked areas, a low moan escaped him, his head seeking hideout in the softness of the pillow beneath.

"Damn it, Sannie.. How the fuck do you know all of this?" He groaned. Smirking, I lifted my head. "No one's as innocent as they seem."

Rising onto my knees, my hands found their way to my belt. "With whom you did it?" he suddenly asked. "Were they all one-night stands?"

His questions caught me off guard, as his curiosity delved far deeper into my sexual background than I anticipated. "Why do you ask?" I countered, raising an eyebrow. As I began to unfasten my belt and slowly slide it from the loops, Wooyoung's hands moved to grip mine. "Because," he whispered, guiding my hands with his, leading them down to his abdomen, then teasingly brushing them across his chest. "The idea of these hands having touched someone else drives me to the brink of madness.."

As my hands enclosed around his chest, he bit his lip and threw his head backwards. It was as if I was encountering a version of Wooyoung that I hadn't known for the past ten years. He exuded an innocence, yet that innocence was tinged with a readiness to taint it with me.

"And you," I murmured, pressing my fingers against his nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from him. "Do you know what I wanna do to you with these hands?"

A mischievous smile danced across his lips, and he shook his head slightly. Pulling back, just a bit, he rose to his knees, his posture straightening as he teasingly tugged at the belt of my pants. His hands glided with a deliberate slowness to the button. With a sense of urgency, his hands swiftly slided my pants down, urging me to lie back as he positioned himself between my legs, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"However innocent you may think I am, you have no idea how eager I am to be tainted right now, Choi San."

His warm palms slowly revealed my manhood, and the vibration I felt there rippled through my chest, my heart pounding wildly with arousal. Each tender touch he bestowed upon me was like a thread weaving through the web of my emotions, creating a tapestry of sensations that left me reeling. Lost in the middle of this moment, it was as if I had surrendered a part of myself, only to find it mirrored within him.

Until now, I had always been the dominant one, but for the first time, I found myself falling weak before him, as if I had been caught completely off guard. How could I have known that arousing me would be a piece of cake for him?

I felt his warm hand on top of mine. "I can't believe you're blushing. Allow me to look, I never want to forget this sight." he murmured in a teasing tone. He pulled my hands away and looked at my face. I rested my head against the headboard, meeting his gaze. I didn't know why, but Wooyoung's eyes were the most erotic thing about him. Then suddenly, without warning, he took me into his hand. I bit my lower lip to suppress the moan as he placed his hands on my inner thighs.

He ran his tongue up and down the entire length. His fingernails dug into my thighs as he sucked harshly on the tip. My body shuddered under the immense pleasure, heels digging into the bedsheets to keep myself grounded. Wooyoung took me deeper into his mouth, trying to draw a moan out from my lips. He was trying to unravel me, but I remained silent.

Wooyoung ran his tongue over the heated skin, drool slipping past his lips and down my throbbing member. I twitched in his mouth as he took me deeper, stopping before I hit the back of his throat. A quiet moan escaped from him. I extended my hand to his face and touched his cheek. He turned his head to the side, showing me how my dick deformed his cheeks. My thumb rubbed over his tiny mole gently, silently appreciating the way he takes care of me.

He pulled back, until the tip remained in his mouth, lightly sucking on it once more. He looked into my eyes with a smug smirk, running his tongue around the tip.

"Damn it, quit teasing," I hissed, my deep voice ringing throughout the room.

"Whatever." Wooyoung took me slightly deeper in his mouth, stilling to see what I would do. I snapped. My hips buckled into his mouth, cock driving deeper into his throat as he gripped my thighs. His nails dug into the soft flesh as he gagged around my dick, sending vibrations up it.

My grunts filled the room as I felt I came closer and closer to my orgasm. Wooyoung's eyes watered as I abused his mouth, gagging every time the tip of my dick collided with the back of his throat. He flattened his tongue against the underside of my member, relishing in the way it twitched.

"I'm fucking close," I attempted to pull out, yet Wooyoung wrapped his arms around my hips, forcing me to release into his mouth. I leaned back in the headboard, watching him swallow every drop. My hand ran through his hair lazily as I came down from my high. "Was that too much?" I panted.

Wooyoung shook his head. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He shot me a smile, lying his body on me. Gently brushing his hair with my fingers in a soothing way, I can hear him curse softly under his breath. Wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face on my chest, Wooyoung whispered huskily, "Love you.."

I smiled gently, leaning my head forward, and kissed his head. "Love you too."

[poisonedsimmer]

Bold The Facts

The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply! tagged by @neriney Romeo first, Kaius will come later! :D Thank you! <3

Romeo~

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

(as usual and always, everything about Romeo is at least slightly NSFW so yeah sorry for the image but it's fitting! This is him, take it or leave it. XD) I tag... um not sure, just gonna throw a few people here and you can do it or not! @lazysunjade @void-imp @yeetus-the-jesus @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy @raccoonium @pixeles @lunelfy @amuhav

[awmancreeper]

ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 03- Hunting Wabbits

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“Come on Kai we’re just messing around” Beomgyu teased as the four walked down the sidewalk. “Yeah, I get it” Kai rolled his eyes “hey did you guys call my boss about the job?” Soobin asked the boys “thank you for the offer but I’m making pretty good money from my tutoring business” Taehyun informed him as soobin nodded “makes sense, beomgyu?” Beomgyu stopped walking “yeahhhh no!” “Why, don’t you need the money?” Kai asked. Beomgyu laughed and put one of his hands behind his head “I’m a trust fund baby don’t need it” he bragged as they all scoffed “I thought you said your parent were gonna cut you off?” Taehyun brought up making Gyu stiffen up “l-listen I’ll get a job once Kai gets a girlfriend,” Beomgyu joked “okay when is my love life gonna stop being a joke to you guys,” Kai asked they all looked at him before laughing “we can’t joke about something you don’t have?” Taehyun laughed “we joke about your dad?” Kai told him everyone going silent before busting up laughing “holy shit!” Beomgyu yelled hitting Tae in the back “yeah yeah At least I have the balls to talk to girls and make money while doing it” Taehyun said punching Kai in the arm making him whimper in pain.

“Speaking of which I have a tutoring session in 15 minutes” Taehyun looked at his watch “wait what time is it?” Soobin asked “um a little past 1:30” “HOLY SHIT I STILL HAVE GO HOME, IM GONNA BE LATE” Soobin dropped his board “KAI YOU COMING?” “I don’t go in until later” soobin shrugged “alright see you guys!” And with that soobin was off.

“Look at him skating off just to make minimum wage,” Beomgyu said wiping a fake tear “I have to go too guys gotta be there before the client” Taehyun pointed while Beomgyu shook his head “you should get a job too, it’ll show your parents you have some sort of responsibility” Kai told him but Beomgyu laughed “like I said I’ll get a job once Hyuka gets himself a girlfriend,” Beomgyu dropped his board on the floor “but until then I’m a free bird CAHH, later losers!!” Beomgyu skated off and continued to make bird noises. Tae and Kai looked at each other “wanna walk me to the library?” “Nah ima chill here for a bit” “ight see yah virgin” Taehyun waved to him walking away.

Kai sighed and sat on a bench over a tree chilling out. “Hey” a small voice called out making Kai look around but didn’t see anyone. “Psss” it happened again “um?” Kai questioned looking around one more time “up here!” the voice whispered/yelled. Kai looked up to stop a familiar girl in the tree, he stood up “holy shit what are you doing up there?” He asked, “would you believe me if I said I was hunting for rabbits?” She asked smiling at him “pretty odd place to be hunting” Kai said to himself “hey can you tell me if there’s a boy standing by the center tree?” She asked Kai looked at spotted a boy holding flowers. “Y-yup” She sighed and hugged the tree stump. “So um why are you hiding from your Romeo?” Kai asked looking up at the girl “I-I’m not hiding just waiting” she replied closing her eyes. Kai stared at her this was the first time he’s seen her without her friends and she looked tired. She felt his eyes on her, she sighed peeking at him “plus the view up here is amazing” she smiled Kai felt nervous but it looked like you need someone to talk to so he gathered his courage “right so why are you avoiding him?” Kai asked her smile dropped “I’m not fooling you am I?” Kai hesitantly shook his head “he’s been asking me out every week for the past 3 months,” she told “he’s a sweet guy don’t get me wrong” Y/n frankly told him smiling nearly falling from the tree making them both freak out. “Woah be careful!” Kai told her as she laughed nervously “I don’t know how to tell him no. I’m always making up excuses” she said “but he’s not the guy who asked you out two days ago” Kai pointed out. She looked at him “every week someone decided to tell me how they feel and I feel bad letting them down every time” she sighed hugging the tree stump again “well if you accept one of them it’ll most likely stop the whole ordeal” Kai told her “but that’s the thing I can’t” y/n said with her eyes closed “why? It’s not like it’s hard to find a nice person who’s interested in you”. She opened her eyes but didn’t look at the boy who was talking to her

“it just… I can’t okay” he saw her eyes turn glossy. “Then you need to find someone who’s down for you but no strings attached” Kai explained “like a friend with benefits situation” she looked at him with one of her eyebrows raised “No! Um like a pretend relationship?” He frantically explained “right, everyone here has told me they liked me more than a friend” she closed her eyes again “what about your guy friend the older one?” Kai told her she shook her head “Yeonjun? That’d be too weird,” she said resting her forehead against the tree bark. Kai looked over at the boy who stood by the tree still waiting, he could’ve been the next guy she hid from. Yet still, he can’t believe he was about to say this.

“I-I can do it” he offered she opened her eye “what?” “Be your pretend boyfriend no strings attached?!” He frantically tried to explain she completely turned her head to him as Kai saw the indent of the bark on her forehead “um I don’t know and sorry but I don’t even know you” she answered warily “I get it!!! I just thought I’d offer” Kai’s face turned red immediately “that came out rude I’m sorry,” she apologized but Kai waved her off “no it’s fine” it got awkward as they both went quiet.

y/n broke the silence with a small “would you actually do that for me?”. Kai sat on the bench “well it looked like you needed help,” Kai said looking down while y/n stared at him “and I guess I’m in the same boat too” Kai told her “you have people asking you out all the time” she questioned. He laughed looking up and kinda leaning back to see her “well not really I guess I’m on the other side of the boat” he told her smiling. The corner of her lips twitched upwards “what does that mean?” She tilted her head curiously. Kai laid on the bench to look up at her without straining his neck “my friends kinda make fun of me for not having a girlfriend” he said and she lay on the branch looking down at him “why is that?” He shrugged “I guess I never had any courage”. “I’m y/n by the way” she said looking directly at him “I know” she smiled “you do?” “It’s not like the school's news account doesn’t cover you every chance they get” he looked away from you.

“what’s your name giant?” She laughed he smiled “giant?” “What you think I’d forget when tackled me a few days ago” his smile dropped “you remember me?” He asked quietly “dude you knocked me on my ass” she laughed “um again I’m sorry” she shook her head “it’s fine” “Kai,” he told her “huh?” “My name; It’s Kai” she nodded “Kai? I like it”. Just then her phone buzzed. She sat up and looked at her phone “oh my friends are here” she texted on her phone “cool” “um I would go if I were you,” Kai looked at her confused “my friends are still not over the incident” Kai stood up “right! m-my offer still stands just um” Kai frantically looked for something on him “crap I really wished I had a pen or um pencil” he said feeling like an idiot “don’t worry if I need you; I’ll find you” she told him making his heart skip a beat. He smiled brightly picking up his board “um see you around y/n” “bye Kai” she smiled at him.

[pregnantandinsane]

Dropping me

this is for @princessmunsondiary cause shes an urgent old lady today

she/her pronouns

this is a shitty little fic cause I started it the day I’m posting it🫶🫶

xoxo fairlybizarre,

Today you wanted to cause trouble

But you were just in a bad mood.. right?

Thats what you tried to convince yourself as you kept going out of your way to be way too nice to other men as you and Eddie were in the grocery store

“I hope your happy with yourself” Eddie said as you looked out his van window

“What do you mean?” you reply with fake innocence at him

Eddie didn’t say anything back but you could tell he was pissed by the way his hands whitened on the steering wheel.

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As entering the college dorm you two shared, you immediately tried to kiss him.

“what the fu-“ Eddie mumbles as you (try) to lead him into the bedroom. He pushes you off “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get on the bed”

“Huh? Baby, are you okay?”

“You dont get to talk to me about shit Edward.” She spat at him. “Now move your as-“ She got cutoff by being shoved onto the mattress but not in the way she wanted.

Eddie had picked her up and set her down on the bed in a sitting position “Hey wait this isn’t fair” you said as he held you down from trying to get up.

“I dont play fair darling. Now either you tell me what is wrong right now and we can go get something for dinner or stay here until I force you to tell me. You don’t want that right?”

“Nothing is wrong Eddie” “Lie” “Eddie I swear to you, I am alright.” “Baby, the love of my life, the Juilet to my Hamlet” “-Romeo” “Doesn’t matter. Spill it.”

“I have to drop out of college.”

“Wait wha-“ He immediately let you go and backed up slowly.

“Im sorry I have no choice, my parents dropped me and I cant afford it.” you said as tears started welling up in your eyes. you got up and walked to the shared closet to start getting ready to leave.

“Baby you cant just do that-“

“What choice do I have Edward? Im broke.” You said raising your voice at him “Im sorry” Your voice quivered.

He gently wrapped his hands around your stomach and picked you up. He walked over to the side of the bed, set you down and hugged you. “Im so sorry baby”he mumbled into your neck.

after that the dam broke. Your knees buckled, making him catch you. You started sobbing into his chest as he held you close.

“shh baby, its okay” Eddie said as he guided the two of you on his bed with you on his chest. Your eyes started going heavy as he rocked you “go to sleep I got you” He whispered.

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As you opened your eyes you noticed 2 things missing.

1. Eddie

2. Your bag you put on the bed to pack up in

You rubbed your eyes and sat up as you tried to figure out where Eddie was, but while thinking of the devil he appeared in the doorway with 2 big styrofoam to-go boxes “Eddie, what is that?”

“I am serving the finest lady in Indiana with take-out burger king” He said in the most dramatic expression

“Eddie, you know i dont have time for that, I need to pack.”

“Are you sure about that?” “Eddie” “Thats me.” “What do you mean.” “I saved your ass.”

“Edward Christopher Munson. What did you do.” you said cautiously as he moved towards you.

“I just gave dear old wayne a call, explained your situation, and HE offered to help you out until you get stable enough to pay your fees on your own. Thats all.”

You pushed off of him “Your fucking joking. Eddie please tell me your joking.”

“I know isnt it amazing I cant wai-“

“No it is not amazing Eddie, why the fuck would you do that?” You exclaimed as you tried to reach for the phone

Eddie grabbed the phone and took it off the wire “Huh- why wouldnt you like this? You can stay in college with me!”

“Im costing Wayne money, Eddie. I dont want to be a burden, and it’s selfish asking for money like that!”

Eddie walked toward you and cupped your face. “First of all, I asked for money so I dont want to hear it. Second of all, you are not a burden, Wayne loves you like a daughter and loves to spend money on you in the first place. You’re the reason im even in school, trying to get a degree, and I’m pretty sure Wayne would do what ever possible to keep me in school, even if it means paying your fees.” Eddie and you chuckled at his last statement

“Are you sure? I dont want to be a problem” you whispered looking up at him

“100%, Baby”

In this moment you couldn’t be happier, you were not only attending college with the love of your life, you lived with the love of your life.

“Okay the foods getting cold, how about we go ea-” Eddie whispered

“but-” “You can say thank you to Wayne later”

“Okay fine.” You said rolling you eyes playfully and sitting down, Eddie following in pursuit.

“OW, SHIT” Eddie yelled when he sat down “What, baby, what???” You asked in a concerned voice

“I sat on the godamn phone, dammit” He snorted “Alright crybaby lets eat, im hungry.”

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i hope your happy with my very rushed fic @princessmunsondiary

[chiconon]

You, who give your all, are so cute. Your smile that cheers us on is so cute. Being born (in this world), we met you and kiss you by Romeo!

hello and welcome to my private little mutuals-only edit blog where i curse and scream for 90% of my day and go insane over anything and everything. also sometimes i edit because that was definitely the original purpose of this blog aha. request info made easy, please read before you open my ask box!

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anyway, thanks for the effort in reading, although i seem a bit much or a bit too little sometimes, i try my best. thank you for putting up with me ♡

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❛ @bvlvnhan said . . . “…You group is very concerned about your health.” Caio says in a moment to break silence, “Very much so — more so than I’ve seen people that should worry about their health. It’s clear that they care.” — in some slightly off-putting, hyper-religious sort of way. (for Romeo) ❜

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝘿𝙊𝙀𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙃𝙄𝙈. romeo is more than aware of how his coven . . . feels about him. it's by design although sometimes romeo wonders if they are too devoted. still, these are the people that will help him make his dream a reality. most witches loathe him, wishing for his head on a platter. to have a loyal group under his command, he's all the better because of them. romeo may be an arrogant bastard at times but even he knows when he is out gunned. romeo shifts at the edge of his bed tugging his hoodie over his head. this wretched cold is almost over, he can feel it. in a day or so he'd be back up and running. he'd told them that . . . yet here caio is standing with his arms crossed. he figured after their first meeting the doctor would refuse to return . . . romeo sighs.

❛ i'm aware. ❜ he offers followed by a cough. moving a hand he covers his mouth and grabs a fluffy blanket splayed across the end of his bed to cover himself with it, now appearing more like a mound of purple fur than a grumpy witch. ❛ don't mind them . . . they shouldn't have called you. ❜ flopping back onto the bed he rolls onto his side. his back is now facing ciao, his small form shivering under the covers.

❛ you can leave. ❜

unprompted . . . always accepting.

[jakeluppin]

Black & White ★/ chapter two.

teen, 2948 words also on ao3 / chapter one summary: Jack Kelly’s an artist. And Davey Jacobs? Well. He’s art. warnings: some internalized transphobia + depression stuff i guess yeah a/n: i have absolutely loved working on this and i’ve met so many people from posting this and thank you for all the positive reception. i love you all!!!

If anyone asks, Jack never thinks about his father. That part of him is long gone, forgotten. Only? It's not. Jack wants it to be. Each time he thinks of his father, he wills the thoughts to leave him. They never do.

He thinks of him far too often. Any thoughts are too much on their own, but Jack is never left alone without them. Sometimes it’s a vague thought of him - nothing specific, nothing solid. Others, it’s flashbacks, memories, the past haunting him with every move he makes.

It's even worse when he thinks about his mother. Those are good memories and they hurt even more. Jack will think of her smile and feel his chest tighten. He doesn't remember her well, but he thinks of her daily. And it always hurts.

Sometimes Jack will wonder what the rest of his life would have been like if she hadn’t died. Would she have finally left his father? Would she have loved and accepted him? Jack thinks so. He really does. He hopes so.

But thinking about that is pointless because guess what? It changes nothing. Jack is still alone, no family except his makeshift family with Crutchie. Jack’s hands shake as he sits there, his thoughts jumping from one parent to the next. He hates this. He hates these nights, alone, unable to anything else but think.

He’s tried drawing, but all he’s managed are rough sketches of a figure that vaguely resembles Davey. Even putting on Netflix doesn’t help, watching his comfort media isn’t do anything for him. He? He doesn’t know what to do at this point. He hopes Crutchie gets home soon.

Instead, Jack finds himself falling asleep as he waits for them to get home. He awakes the next morning on the couch, a blanket over him that wasn’t on him previously. He smiles and pulls it off. He finds his phone on the ground next to the couch and checks the time. Good. He hasn’t missed his first class.

He gets ready, which is always an ordeal. He’s gotten better at ignoring the twist in his stomach, the little voice that’s telling him he’s Bad and Wrong. He puts his binder on, followed by his favourite green sweater. It’s soft and feels good against his skin. Jack smiles as he looks at himself. He messes with his hair some before he sighs. It’s as good as it’s gonna get for now. It’s better. A lot better than it was before.

Jack walks out of his room and over to Crutchie’s. He raps lightly on the door and calls, “You ready to head out?” Crutchie replies with a groan. Jack laughs. “If we leave now we can stop and get coffee before class.”

Crutchie groans again, but this time adds, “Okay. Give me just a minute. You’re treating. I’m broke, remember?”

“I remember,” Jack replies with a smile. Crutchie emerges a few minutes later and the two head out.

There’s a small coffee shop right next to campus. It’s always busy at this time so Jack sends a text to Romeo, asking him to make them their regular. By the time they walk in, Romeo waves them to the front of the line. Romeo hands over the drinks and Jack hands over his card.

“How’s it been this morning?” Jack asks.

“Rough. We was all out last night, drinking far too much. I’m surprised you didn’t come. You always come over on Sundays. Crutchie was there, but you weren’t,” Romeo replies, handing Jack back his card.

“Yeah, wasn’t feeling well last night. I’ll be there next Sunday for sure.”

“You better,” Romeo says with a smile before turning his attention to the next customer. Jack flashes him a smile he doesn’t see before turning away. Crutchie is waiting at a table; Jack makes his way over to meet them. He sits down across from them and hands over their drink.

Crutchie immediately takes a sip of his drink and winces, as they always do. The drink is always extremely hot and yet they can’t even manage to wait for more two seconds before taking a sip. Jack shakes his head and grins.

They sit for a minute before Crutchie says, “David’s here.”

Jack’s stomach churns and his head hurts. “Oh,” he says, unsure of what else to say.

“You need to go over there and apologize. It's been a few days. You need to,” Crutchie says and then adds, “If you don't, I'll pour hot coffee all over you.”

“You wouldn't,” Jack replies.

They give him the look, but then grins slightly and says, “Yeah you right. You still need to go talk to him anyway.”

Jack groans. Crutchie’s right. Of course he’s right. That doesn’t make it any easier. It doesn’t give him some surge of motivation. He doesn’t? He doesn’t… know what to say. He knows what he should say. He should explain himself, explain his weirdness, his jealousy. But he can’t do that without telling Davey why and Jack… He’s not there yet. He wants to be. He wants it more than anything. But he’s not.

“You good walking to class on your own?” Jack asks. “I’m gonna go…” Jack nods his head in Davey’s direction. Crutchie nods.

“Absolutely. I’ll see you tonight.” They smile. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jack mumbles, but smiles back at them. He walks over to the front of the line where Romeo is taking Davey’s order. “Romeo,” Jack calls, reaching into his back pocket, “I’ve got this.” He hands Romeo his card and looks at David with a smile.

Davey has a smile on his face that disappears when he looks at Jack. Jack’s heart may or may not have broken in two at that point. “I can pay for my own drink,” David says, his voice sour.

“I know. I wanted to apologize.”

“Well next time you plan on apologizing let me know beforehand so I can order a more expensive drink. A small black coffee isn’t much of an apology drink.”

“You right,” Jack replies. “I’ll do something else to make it up to you then, okay?” Romeo hands over Davey’s coffee and gives Jack a look, questioning as to what is going on. Jack shrugs his shoulders.

“An explanation would be nice,” Davey offers as the two leave the line.

“Yeah…” Jack draws out, unsure of where to go with that. Because, yeah, an explanation would be nice. It would clear it all up and Davey would understand. Of course he would understand! But just the thought of explaining it makes Jack’s heart pound. He can’t do it.

Davey leads them to a table and he sits down. Jack stands until Davey pulls out the stool next to him and motions for Jack to sit. Jack can feel Davey’s eyes on him and his heart rate increases. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. Jack shifts his eyes down, staring at his fingers that are messing with each other.

“I didn’t mean to run out on you like I did,” Jack starts. It’s true; it’s something; it’s real. It’s not an explanation, more of an excuse, but it’s something. “It’s not? It’s not anything against you. Not at. Nothing against you in anyway.”

David stares him down, his eyes intense as he looks at Jack. Jack knows he should say more. He feels the words in the back of his throat, ready to jump out, but he pushes them all back down to join the anxiety in his stomach.

“That doesn’t really explain much,” Davey replies and Jack knows. He nods. “But it is nice that you want to apologize. Most people don’t even bother. Even if all I got was black coffee.”

“I’ll buy you all the coffees you want until I make it up to you,” Jack offers. “Actually,” he adds. “I totally would but I’m pretty fucking broke. But I did say I was going to do something else to make it up to you. And I will. Promise.”

“Okay. Looking forward to it.” And Davey flashes Jack a small smile and Jack melts. He’s beautiful. Jack’s always known that, but actually being here with him, talking, and David smiling at him, Jack can’t really believe that level of beauty.

“Cool,” Jack says, smiling, standing up. He glances down at his watch and realizes he’s late for class. Of course. “I’ve got to head out. I’ll see you around?”

“Sure thing, Jack. Have a good day.”

Jack smiles. “Thanks. You too.” David smiles back at him. Jack turns around and can feel his own smile growing.

The next few days Jack wonders what he can do to make it up to Davey. It’s hard because Jack really only has one talent - drawing - and he already has to draw David for class so he doesn’t want to do so for Davey and have him think it’s not something special. Which it is. Because, well, Jack’s drawn David a lot. Possibly a borderline creepy amount.

It’s Wednesday night and Crutchie is out with Finch. Jack can’t wait until one of them just finally kisses the other. They spend so much time together and Jack can see how they look at each other, and Crutchie talks about his crush all the time but… Nothing happens. Jack doesn’t get it. Finch is into them and Jack can see it and he tells Crutchie it but it doesn’t seem to make a difference to them.

Crutchie just sent him a text, asking him what kind of ice cream he’d like them to bring home for him. Jack sends “cookie doguh obvs” and places his phone down. He looks up at his easel and his sketchpad and the lightly drawn figure. Jack’s been trying to do a perfect rendition of Davey, one that’s so perfect it won’t be weird or cliche. He can’t seem to manage it, though.

Nothing feels right no matter how much he tries. Jack can feel the self deprecation building and he rolls his eyes. He doesn’t have time for this. Jack rips the paper off his pad and decides to pull out his watercolours. He has homework he should be working on, but watercolours are always calming.

Jack draws a simple landscape, a sunset, the sky a mixture of oranges and purples and red. It’s soft and warm and Jack smiles as he looks at it. He can never make things look just right when he’s using watercolours, but Jack doesn’t quite mind. He likes that it’s a little messy, that he can’t pick up his eraser and change the whole thing. He can alter and change, but he can’t remove.

When he finishes, Jack checks his phone. Crutchie’s replied with a smiley face. Jack opens Facebook and finds a friend request and a message. Both from Sarah Jacobs. Jack pulls up her profile and realizes it’s Davey’s sister. He adds her back immediately before he wonders why she would be adding him in the first place.

He opens his messages and reads the one from her: “Davey said you apologized and bought him coffee which I said was not enough but he said you were going to do something else too so like that’s cool what are you going to do it should be really good Dave deserves good stuff ya know?”

Jack rolls his eyes. Of course. More pressure is exactly what he needs. Jack writes back, “I’m trying to figure out what to do, but I don’t know him enough to know what to do. What does he like?”

“Nice try, Kelly,” Sarah replies a minute later. “You gotta figure it out. You have class with him tomorrow. Talk to him then. Be nice.”

Jack sighs and throws his phone down at his feet. He looks up at his painting, the painting just minutes ago he was proud of his. His pride is gone and he feels sick. There’s this pit in his stomach that’s always there, this feeling that never goes away, but sometimes it’s quieter and others… Others it’s so loud; it screams and it yells and Jack can feel it growing.

Because, okay, it’s like this: Jack? He’s not a bad person. He tries a lot and makes a lot of effort and he does a lot but? It’s not good enough. It never is. He’s never been good enough for anyone. Not for his parents. Not for his friends. Not for his ex-girlfriend. (Granted, that last one has a lot more too it, but Jack can’t think rationally through it right now.)

Jack sees his hands begin to shake. He looks at the watercolour, looks at the colours, the way they call blend together. It’s not bad, Jack notes. It’s not. Jack isn’t terrible. Just�� not good enough. Jack sighs. It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. Jack knows that there’s always going to be someone better than him. That’s how life goes.

But Jack wonders sometimes… he wonders sometimes that if he can just be the Most Perfect Boy then that will solidify that that’s who he is - a boy. A perfect boy. No one can deny that he’s a boy when he’s so good at everything he does.

That’s not how it works, of course. Of course. But maybe? Maybe it can just for Jack. Just for him.

Jack stares more at the watercolour and debates on ripping it up. He’s ripped up so much lately, more than he leaves untouched. He needs to stop. He needs to take a step back and clear his head. Jack grabs his phone and sees a message from Crutchie telling him he’ll be home soon. Jack smiles.

And Crutchie is home soon. They walk in with a big smile, Finch at their side. Jack gets up and rushes over to them. He puts his arms around Crutchie and holds them. Crutchie hugs him back and the two stand there for a couple of minutes as Finch starts to put away the groceries they bought.

“Bad day?” Crutchie whispers.

Jack nods against their shoulder. “I’m sorry,” they say. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jack replies, his voice small. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a mess lately. It’s stupid. I’m stupid.”

“It’s not. You’re not. Sometimes things are just hard. It’s okay,” he says with a small voice. Then he adds a normal volume, “Lucky for you, I have brought you back ice cream. I have solved all the world’s problems.”

“You sure have,” Jack says with a smile. He grabs the pint from off the counter and Finch hands him a spoon as he grabs out his own. The three of them make their way to the living room and sit on the couch.

“What did you guys do tonight?” Jack asks, looking at the two of them, as he opens his ice cream. He smiles as he takes the first bite. Ice cream really does heal all wounds.

“Dinner and then did some grocery shopping. Nothing too exciting,” Finch replies.

“Yeah, but it was really nice to spend time with you,” Crutchie says looking at Finch. “It’s always nice to get a break from this loser,” he adds, nudging Jack in the ribs and flashing him a smile.

“That hurts, Crutch. I take back my marriage proposal.”

“I guess I’ll just have to marry Finch instead.”

“I guess you will,” Jack replies.

“Do I have any say in this?” Finch asks.

“No,” both Jack and Crutchie says, laughing. Finch laughs as well.

“How’s school going, Finch? I haven’t seen you around much,” Jack asks.

“That’s on you for not being around last Sunday. Everyone was there but you. But yeah. School is going all right. Calculus is kicking my ass, but everything else is going well.”

“I forget you’re studying engineering like a real fucking person.”

“Shit if I was as good as piano as Crutchie or as good as art as you, I would being pursuing that. You both are so talented.”

Jack sees Crutchie blush and it makes him smile. “Crutchie is so good, aren’t they? I basically have a heart attack every time they play it’s so good.”

“So you almost die every time I play? I feel like that’s not a good thing, Jack,” Crutchie says, chuckling.

“If I could die listening to you play, I would die happy,” Jack says with a grin.

“That’s really gay.”

“I would hope so.” Jack smiles as he looks at his best friend. He reaches out and grabs hold of his hand and gives it a small squeeze before he lets go and stands up. “I’m gonna head to bed. Lots to do tomorrow and all that.” He turns to Finch and says, “It’s always good seeing you. I’ll be there on Sunday and then you and I can hang out without Crutchie.”

“But I like hanging out with Crutchie,” Finch says.

“C’mon, Finch, I’m trying to get back at him for calling me a loser earlier.”

“Right, of course, sorry,” Finch replies with a small voice, and then says, louder, “Sure thing, Jack. Me and you. No Crutchie. Sounds like a good plan.”

Jack laughs. “Love you both. Don’t stay up too late. Or do. Whatever you want. Anyway. Okay. Good night, losers.” Jack throws up a peace time before he walks into his room.

He gets ready for bed and lies down, closing his eyes. He can hear Crutchie and Finch talking. He can’t make out what they’re saying, but the sound is there, their voices light and soothing. Jack’s thoughts swirl around and he wills them to stop. They don’t. They never do, do they?

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𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊 𝙄𝙎 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙔 𝙏𝙊 𝙋𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙐𝙏. if that's what it took to get her unglued from her work than so be it. small hands find purple locks, hair tousled now and brows knitted together in feign annoyance. but hyeon luckily relents easily and a grin fills out his features. it'd be a shame if he had to eat dinner alone, again. not tonight though. the pat to his cheek has him rolling his eyes. she truly reminds him of vanessa sometimes. at first those reminders stung, so much so that he didn't talk to hyeon for weeks at a time. but now they stung less and instead romeo looks forward to moments like these. hyeon isn't vanessa, not even close.

❛ and i thought i was a workaholic. ❜ reaching out a hand romeo opens the door for her and follows behind, watching as she locks up. ❛ what are you in the mood for ? i did choose last time so it's only fair . . . ❜ expression relaxed it's a sight those in his coven don't see often.

     brilliant   amber   hues   flickered   over   to   the   other,   unable   to   hide   the   amused   quirk   of   petal-soft   lips.   steady   hands   continued   to   chop   ingredients,   tossing   them   into   the   cauldron   once   she   was   finished.   she   playfully   huffed,   stalking   toward   romeo   before   she   poked   him,   hard,   with   a   slender   finger.

     ❝   as   if   i   could   stomach   an   eternity   in   hell   with   you,   darling.   i   would   probably   banish   your   soul   to   the   depths   of   hades   before   long.   ❞   though   she   denied   her   affection   for   the   younger   witch,   she   could   not   stop   herself   from   ruffling   his   flawlessly   styled   hair.   melodic   laughter   escaped   her   as   she   slid   past   him.   ❝   i   suppose   i   could   eat,   though   only   if   you   are   the   one   paying.   come   now,   let   me   lock   up   &&   we   can   get   out   of   here.   ❞   hyeon   affectionately   patted   his   cheek   before   she   set   her   potion   to   a   low   simmer,   leaving   it   to   stir   itself. 

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❛ @bvlvnhan said . . . ❛ what did i do? ❜ ( for romeo ) ❜

𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿. they do stupid things and then ask stupid questions. he huffs, arms crossing as the other stares at him. he seems to actually be awaiting an answer and in response romeo huffs. romeo had been sick for days and finally, after much begging from his coven, they had gotten him a doctor. it had been almost impossible to find one at such short and urgent notice. the guy isn't even a family doctor but hell, it's something. seated in his office romeo sniffles, pale gaze raising when he had entered. like a cat he bristles immediately.

he's way too close. taking his temperature was bad enough but then he touches his throat and romeo practically growls, causing the other to question him. pale cheeks are burning unapologetically. if romeo really thought about it, he hadn't done anything. but touch and closeness were so foreign to him that his instinct is to snap. feeling frustrated he ' tsks '.

❛ must you get so close ? can i not just tell you what's wrong ? ❜ this is the exact reason he didn't want to go to the doctors in the first place.

four word sentences . . . accepting.

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❛ @malafxde said . . . ❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜ -gabs to romeo! ❜

𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙉𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙋 𝙊𝙉 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙊𝘿. pale hues lift toward the other witch who is peering at his bookshelf. in the few months he'd known her he'd never taken her to his apartment. well, penthouse more like. she had made that comment the moment they walked through the door. it's rare he lets anyone into his place. except for the occasional one night stand, no one usually saw this closely into his personal space. he'll admit, it's a bit strange. but he doesn't stop her when he notices her picking up a book from the shelf. a huff of feign irritation follows her question.

❛ my coven . . . more than likely. ❜ he muses. they'd do anything for him. they are small in numbers but make up for it in dedication and loyalty. nails pause their tapping and he stands, joining her by the bookshelf. ❛ my cause is more important than sleep . . . a few nights without it won't kill me. ❜ romeo is more than ready to change the subject. a brow quirks as she opens the book, a soft smile on his face when he reads the title.

❛ you like romance ? ❜ he teases. of all the books she could have chosen to pick up it's that one. as she turns the pages he chuckles and turns his back to her, moving toward the large window in his office. picking up a tiny watering can romeo waters his plants. ❛ i wouldn't skim too far. that one gets pretty graphic. ❜

for the damaged. . . . accepting.