antifrag1le
Fandoms
- KATSEYE (Band) (5)
- Yellowjackets (TV) (1)
- NMIXX (Band) (1)
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“I know you don’t love me,” Jinsol says. It comes out smaller than she intends it to — voice shaky, lip trembling slightly — but then again, she hadn’t meant for it to come out at all.
Or: How close is enough?
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MANON: (pleading) Orpheus. Sophia. Orpheus. Sophia, you are not alone – I’m right behind you. I’m right here, can’t you feel my breath on your neck? I’m right here, Sophia, and I have been all along. And I will be, through the darkest tunnel, the darkest night, the blackest hour that comes right before–
Or: Sophia and Manon, across two acts and eight timelines. They wake up in the final scene.
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“You’re blushing,” Lara repeats, whispering, and settles her hand smack dab in the middle of Megan’s stomach, fingers splayed out. Right under her shirt.
Megan inhales sharply. She’s ninety-five percent sure Lara can feel her heartbeat thudding erratically beneath the expanse of her palm.
“Shut up.”
Or: Megan and Lara have a movie night. Sophia bakes in the other room, and, well. Does it still count as a Letterboxd log if you... weren’t exactly paying attention for most of it?
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But – “Ohmygosh, Yoonchae, we should do matching costumes!” Megan had squealed from her side of the room, one day back in September. Yoonchae had just looked up at her from her phone.
“For Halloween, duh,” Megan had said, throwing out her hands, effectively launching her phone onto her comforter. She’d immediately strained to grab it again, then turned it around to show Yoonchae a blurry Pinterest photo of two girls dressed as an angel and devil, respectively.
Yoonchae had raised a brow. “Who’s who?”
“You’re the angel, obviously. And I’ll be your sexy devil.”
“My… sexy devil.”
Or: It’s Yoonchae’s first official college party, but she makes the mistake of mixing vodka, weed, and her jumbled feelings about her costume’s matching half all together. The hangover is brutal.
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“Sophia,” Manon breathes. She can hear the shake in her own voice. She can feel it, deep in her stomach, the clench when Sophia groans. It rattles all throughout her skull. “What are you doing?”
Or: Sophia keeps calling Manon for a favour. Manon, ever compliant, keeps answering.