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The dare

Summary- The queen bee of Nevermore is dared to talk to the dark cloud that haunts the school

Warnings- NONE

(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN TUMBLR— PLEASE BEAR WITH ME)

It was a pleasant day in Jericho. The clouds were hiding, and the birds were out, chirping. For once, the whole quad and the grounds were filled with a cacophony of students.

"Would you look at that weirdo?" your friend Rebecca pointed across the quad. You followed her gaze to see Wednesday Addams sitting stiffly, dressed in black from head to toe, on the concrete seat under the shadow of the great tree.

You don't get what the fuss is about. You have seen Wednesday a few times and were even partnered with her for an activity in Botany class once. She called your carnivorous plant-dissection skills "subpar", and you gave her a smirk and called her cute. That made her avoid you for the rest of the semester.

"She is not weird. She just doesn't give a damn about what others think." You can't hide the urge to defend her. Being the head cheerleader meant having eyes on you all the time—waiting for you to slip in one of your cheerleading acts or in life. People scrutinising your every move has forced you to fake more than you like, and you loved the fact that nothing fazed Wednesday, despite the whole of Nevermore murmuring about her around every corner.

"Oh yeah? If you like her so much, why not go talk to her?" Rebecca smirked. "I bet you a whole week's dessert that you get rejected the moment you get near her."

You look back at Wednesday and notice her immersed in whatever she was writing with a scowl on her face. This does not look like a great time to approach the tiny authoress. Still, the deal was too sweet to reject. "Fine. Just watch."

Jumping from your perch on the wooden bench, you make your way towards Wednesday with confidence in your strides that you didn't really feel. Please don't be mean, you whispered to yourself.

Wednesday Addams didn't look up as you stopped in front of her. She appeared to be looking at an old, faded page with some drawing, which she moved out of your line of vision.

"Hey, pretty girl. What soul-consuming activity are you doing on such a beautiful day?" you asked, taking a seat at the table where she had laid out her tools, making her finally look at you with that death stare.

"Call me a 'pretty girl' again, and you will meet the end of my sharpest foil." She looked away and continued writing in her journal.

"Well, you are pretty, so I just had to say it. Anyway, want to grab some shakes at the Nevermore Smash? My treat." You leaned close towards her, making eye contact when she looked up again. You hate to admit it, but you'd been curious about her since the day she darkened the hallways of Nevermore. Despite the dark façade and the ever stoic expression, you knew that deep down she cared more than she let on.

"No. Why are you here anyway? Nothing meaningless to cheer for today?" Her eyes flicked towards your cheerleading outfit— A purple and white sleeveless top and a black pleated skirt.

You wipe a hand down your skirt, suddenly self-conscious. She follows the movement with her void-like eyes, frowning as if in deep thought.

"Maybe you can show me something worth cheering for." You raised an eyebrow at her. The small smirk she gives you makes your stomach flip.

You just realised your mistake when you found yourself standing in the middle of the forest behind the school at an old shack that looked straight out of a set for a horror film.

"Umm, Wednesday? When I said something worth cheering for, I didn't mean my own death in the middle of nowhere." You looked around the broken, grimy walls of the shack.

"Don't worry. It will take me only a few minutes."

She turned around and started talking to the disembodied hand that you'd seen hanging around with Enid, one of your good friends. You remembered that it was called 'Thing'. But hearing about it and actually seeing a severed hand that knows sign language are completely different things.

Suddenly, a man stumbled out of the small teepee in one of the corners of the shack, making you almost jump out of your skin.

"Wednesday, watch out", you pointed behind her at the man.

Without even being flustered at your tone, Wednesday turned around and faced the large man head-on. He looked homeless, and his stench almost burned the hairs in your nostrils.

"This is my place. Get out!" he barked, glaring at her.

Wednesday tilted her head a little and addressed Thing to give her a hand, who climbed up the man and wrapped its finger around the man's throat. You stepped back from the strange scene unfolding before you, afraid but amused at the same time. The man staggered out of the shack with Thing still clinging to the matted beard like a barnacle.

"Okay, what the hell just happened?" You turned around to look at Wednesday. "Why are we even here?"

"I am investigating a murder case that led me here." Just then, Thing came back, minus the man.

"Wait. You mean Rowan? But we all saw him, and he was very much alive." You were exasperated. How could a person be dead and walking around at the same time?

"Someone is trying to cover up the crime. I know what I saw. A monster killed Rowan, and I will find out who it is." She dismissed your protests.

Thing signed, urging her to use her psychic abilities.

"No, I can't just touch something. My visions seem to happen spontaneously," she addressed the appendage.

That was a surprise to you. You didn't know that Wednesday was a psychic. "That is... a pretty cool ability to have."

Cutting you a side glance, she turned back to the hand who was signing to her. "I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice."

Thing insisted she still touch things to get vision. Wednesday with exaggerated sarcasm, moved around the room and randomly touched things, even a crumpled Taco Bell bag, to prove that she can't control her powers.

"This is going nowhere. Come on, Y/N. There is nothing to cheer for here," She didn't even wait for you to follow as she made her way to the exit.

You started following her, but just as she opened the door, you saw her become even stiffer and fall to the floor.

"Wednesday!"

You ran to her and dropped beside her, not caring about the sting you felt from the small sticks and stones digging into your skin. You grabbed her limp form and pulled her to your chest.

"Thing, get help. Now!" you shouted. The hand made a nod-like movement and started running towards the direction of the school.

"Weds, I know how much you like death, but this is not the time to actually die. Wake up!" you pleaded, tapping her pale cheeks with tears in your eyes.

After what felt like forever, but was maybe 5 minutes, Wednesday's eyes fluttered open, making you breathe out in happiness.

She noticed you clinging to her and sat up in her usual stiffness.

"Oh I thought you died." You fall into her lap as you hug her waist. "Don't ever do that to me again."

She remained stiff as a mahogany table, but didn't push you away.

Unseen by you, a soft smile ghosted across her lips, and her hands twitched.

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Collide

Summary- The first meet

Warnings- NONE

The set was buzzing with the usual chatter of crew members, equipments being rushed into position, someone shouting across the set.

And in the middle of it all stood Lingling Kwong, glowing like an angel in a black dress perfectly moulded to her body.

Lingling was used to the chaos of filming sets, with its bright lights and constant noise. What she wasn't used to was the tall new assistant director who had joined in the middle of shooting because the first AD had to take leave due to family emergency.

She tried, and failed, to be nonchalant about your presence.

You were slightly taller than her, in an all black outfit, hair tied in a messy bun with strands spilling out. Glasses perched on your nose as you listened intently to the director explaining what she really wanted the scene to play out, nodding a few times.

And worst of all, your sleeves were rolled up strong forearms scattered with dark tattooes. You were younger than her, she could tell from the sharp, slightly restless energy you possessed, but boy were you larger. Broad shoulders, long strong arms with prominent veins and those fingers...

Ling shuddered, trying to clear her mind of thoughts that she should not be having in a crowded place like this.

Get it together. You are Lingling Sirilak Kwong, she told herself firmly.

In thirty years of her life, Ling had had her fair share of flings and relationships. But this reaction, this immediate and overwhelming attraction to someone she hadn't even had a conversation with, was new. She didn't really know how to stop herself from acting like a teenage girl with a crush.

"Ooh. Is that the new AD? Damn."

Orm Kornnaphat, her co-star, sidled up next to her, arms crossed as she blatantly looked you up and down.

Ling didn't say anything. Just watched. You were smiling at the cameraman now. She wanted to see that smile up close.

Orm was looking at Ling now. At how unwavering her stare was, even as makeup artists and costume designers fluttered around them. A smirk spread across her as an idea took root.

"We should say hello," Orm said.

Before Ling could even process her words, Orm was already grabing her wrist and pulling her across the set straight in your direction.

"ORM!" Ling tried to slow Orm down, but you were already looking up towards their aproaching figures, making Ling's protest die down.

Orm stopped right in front of you.

"Hi, I am Orm Kornnaphat. And you must be the new AD." Orm's smile was bright as she extended her hand.

You returned her a smile, and gently but firmly shook her hand. "YN. Nice to finally meet you, Khun Kornnaphat."

Ling was frozen, even as Orm nudged her shoulder.

"And you are Lingling Kwong," you said, extending your hand towards her.

Lingling knew she was staring at your hand, but she couldn't move. Couldn't speak. She could see your hand very clearly now, up close.

And it was doing things to her.

"Ling. Shake her hand and say hello," Orm muttered, leaning towards ling and gently nudging her again, making her finally shap out of it.

She took a step forward, afraid that she might fall over, and clasped your hand. Large and warm were the two words that cameto her mind immediately.

"I am Ling."

Orm facepalmed as your smile widened.

You looked at Ling, really looked at her. Billboards and the screen didn't do justice. It hit you a little too late, but hard.

She was stunning. And you were definitely, utterly, and devastatingly stunned. You watched her, even as she looked down at your joined hands. Few strands of her hair fell around her face, making her look soft.

And then she glanced up. And you swear you felt your heart drop at her feet with a thwak.

Fuck you both thought at the same time.

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Let the world burn

Summary- You realise loving someone is not enough, but Orm has other plans

Warnings- NONE (I guess)

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realise that dating an actress comes with a lot of baggage. But with Orm, you had never experienced any of the negativity you imagined you would experience. Until now.

Your friends warned you. About how a celebrity dating a non-celebrity almost never works. About how tough it would be with no privacy or freedom. You would have to be strangers to the world outside your houses, they said. But you were young and completely enamoured by the amber-eyed siren that is Orm.

But it is too late to back out now. You realise this as you watch the angry glint in your girlfriend's eyes as she straddles your thighs with arms caging your head.

It had all started six months ago, this crack in your relationship. You have always been supportive of Orm's career, just like she was about your pursuits in life. Her work with Lingling Kwong, the Thai-Chinese goddess in the Thai GL series The Secret of Us, skyrocketed their popularity not only in Thailand but throughout the globe.

You won't deny that it did make your heart ache a little whenever you watched the two share a hug or steamy kisses on screen. Their chemistry was undeniable. They were compatible and looked really good together, and the fans were absolutely crazy about them. You were happy, of course you were. This is all Orm has been chasing since she started acting- the fame, endorsements, the fans, and a rising career that was landing her roles left and right.

Over time, you quietly buried the pain over the fact that while you had to hide your relationship with her, she was out showcasing a 'relationship' with her co-actress. The irony wasn't lost to either of you. Initially, when The Secret of Us came out, you both used to joke around about this. But now the same pain has turned into a festering, pus-filled wound.

The first thing you learned about loving Orm Kornnaphat was that her life never stopped moving. It sprinted. It took you a while to get used to her schedule, but then she got so famous that it got hard for you to catch up. Now, she felt way out of your reach.

Even on days she wasn't busy with shoots, she was occupied with interview preps, fittings, and practices, her phone always buzzing. Her schedule got so hectic that it bled into your private lives. Her kisses turned into pecks, bear hugs into side hugs, and dates became nonexistent. It also didn't help that Lingling looked the way she looked. Drop dead gorgeous.

You sighed as you put saran wrap over the plate of food for the 11th time this month. The food you prepared for Orm was already cold. She said she would be back from work by evening. It is 12:45 at night now.

This has become so common that even the pain has dulled. You can't really blame her either. Her career is at its peak, and she is prepping for the third series with Lingling. Expectations from fans for a good show and haters for a failure have put a lot of pressure not only on Orm, but also on the whole team working with her. You can see it clearly in the faint frown she wears when she thinks no one is looking.

So you do your best not to burden her more with your 'emotions'. But this loneliness, especially in this humongous apartment you share, feels so heavy that even breathing gets hard sometimes. You try to distract yourself with shopping and friends, but nothing prepares you for the emptiness when you return to the place you are supposed to call home.

Putting the food in the fridge, you grab yourself a glass of wine and move to the living room, sighing away the tension you have been carrying at the sour taste of the red liquid. You, wine, and the silence have become best friends in these past months.

Slumping down on the large sofa, you don't mind the little wine that slips past the glass and onto your hoodie. Licking the stray droplets from your wrist, you pull out your phone from your sweatpants with your other hand.

You know you shouldn't, but you open Instagram anyway. The first post that you see is your girlfriend and Lingling, smiling while looking at each other with the softest of looks in their eyes. As the fifth post of LingOrm passes your screen, you toss your phone away.

Sighing, you look out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the seventeenth-floor apartment and watch the bright cityscape of Bangkok that you have come to love. Taking small sips of your wine, you look at cars and people moving like an army of ants.

Looking up at the billboard attached to the building to the left, you chug the remaining wine as you look at your girlfriend's frozen face smiling at you. All the cautionary warnings of your friends ring in your head just as you hear the jiggle of keys, followed by the slow creak the door makes every time it is opened.

You turn around slowly from your curled position just as Orm enters. You watch as she kicks off her shoes and drops her jacket near the door as if removing them would remove the weight of expectations.

She smells like expensive perfume and exhaustion.

"Hi, baby," she says softly, surprised to see you sitting in the dark room, with only a single lamp on.

You hum back a response, tired eyes never straying from her face.

Orm watches you for a second too long, with her amber eyes looking as if they are alight from within in the dim yellow light. She knows your moods like the back of her hand. Knowing each other since diapers and dating for 5 years would do that.

She unpins her hair and slowly moves across the room to where you are sitting, taking a note of the empty wine glass on the floor beside you. The look in your eyes unsettles her. You are always happy to see her, but now it feels like you don't even realise that it is the love of your life standing in front of you. She doesn't like it one bit.

She sits beside you, the couch dipping a little under her weight. You turn your eyes to the area where her thighs pressed against yours. Despite there being no gap physically, you feel miles away from her. She follows your line of sight to your pressed legs and then looks up at your downturned face.

"You okay, love?" she asks, gently touching your face to make you look at her face again.

You don't answer right away.

The words that have been ringing inside your brain like a constant beat are now stuck in your throat. You are terrified that if you open your mouth, everything will spill out like water from a broken dam.

"Orm?" you say finally. She hums in acknowledgement, eyebrows raising a little, encouraging you to speak up.

"I am lonely," you say, taking a deep breath the moment the words come out. Orm stiffens at the words. Giving you a soft smile and rubbing your knee, she sits a little closer.

"I am right here, baby," she replies soothingly.

You shake your head, throat closing as you try to suppress your tears from spilling. "You are here now. But you aren't here when I need you. I feel like I have been left behind"

Orm exhales, her smile shaking a little. "I have told you. This schedule is—"

"—temporary. I know" you finish quietly, looking away from her eyes to clenched hands. "You have been saying that for a long time now."

A thick silence settles over the room.

"Bab—" she starts but you interrupt.

"I am not asking you to change or quit. God, I can't even imagine asking you that." You take a deep breath as if gathering courage and then look at her. "I— I just...maybe we should take a break. Let things...I don't know. Settle, I guess."

You see the moment her round light eyes darken a little, and her already faltering smile disappears altogether.

"A break?" she repeats with a calm that feels like it is hiding a storm.

You gulp at the intensity in her eyes, and give a small nod, hands wringing into your sweatpants.

You watch as she looks away and gives a humourless laugh.

Before you can even respond, she moves in one fluid motion. She is standing tall, body bent a little over your sitting form, hands braced over either side of your thighs. You can't help but move till your back is flush against the sofa. She slides her right knee between yours, her gaze pinning you down.

You feel like a small child who is about to be chastised for crossing a line.

"Say that again," her voice a whisper.

You can feel your pulse in your ears. "Orm—"

She straddles you fully now, unblinking eyes never leaving yours, daring you to look away first. There's a gleam in her eyes. Devotion, possessiveness, and fear twisted into something unshakable.

"You think you can break up with me?" she asks quietly. She moves till her mouth is slightly touching your left ear, her arms on either side of your head as her soft breasts press against yours. "Go on. Try. I dare you. I will burn the world until there is nowhere left for you to go but me"

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ONLY YOU | Episode 1

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It all started with an accident

Summary- A chance encounter in a parking lot changes the course of a perfect day

Warnings- None

(I JUST SAW A THAI SERIES FOR THE FIRST TIME. IT WAS THE SECRET OF US AND I JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERS AND THE ACTRESSES.)

The day was going just the way Y/N wanted. It was Saturday- finally a day that could keep her away from a desk. Being a researcher had taken a toll on both her physical and mental health these past few months, and all she needed was a day like this.

She had ridden her bike to the nearest mall and just enjoyed the gaming zone, followed by a delicious meal and the largest chocolate shake she could find.  As she drew near her parked vehicle, she saw a tall girl in a pink mini skirt and a black crop top with her phone out get inside her car. Y/N couldn't help but think that the girl looked kinda familiar.

Y/N pulled the zipper of her jacket shut as she reached her bike. Looking around the parking lot, she wore her red and black helmet and leather gloves. Just as she got on her bike and kicked her side stand up, she noticed the car in front her backing up- fast. Right as the back bumper of the car was about to touch the front wheel of her bike, she shouted, "STOP!"

The brakes of the car were hit so abruptly that the car gave a little jerk. Putting the stand back on, Y/N got off the bike and walked quickly towards the driver's window. She felt her anger rise as she tapped on the window twice with her finger. She knew it was the same girl she saw earlier. The one with her phone out  and eyes glued to the screen.

What Y/N didn't expect as the window rolled down, were beautiful fox-like hazel eyes and a face that belonged to Orm Kornnaphat- one of the most talked about actresses in the Thai film industry. The girl who had taken the internet by storm. She was everywhere. Everyone knew that face.

"I am sorry, mister." Orm dropped the phone she held in her hands and gave out a squeak as she looked in the rearview mirror at the black monster of a motocycle. She opened the door and got off her Mercedes Benz G-class. "I am so sor-" Her words got trapped in her throat as she watched the biker in front of her take off their helmet only to reveal long, chest-length hair and an angel-faced girl. She couldn't help the heat creeping up her cheeks as she moved her eyes all over the girl- the one who apparently rides a bike like that.

"Hi." She waved her hand at Y/N, who couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never met a famous celebrity before, especially someone who looked like she walked for vogue while doing everyday chores. She had been ready to not the car driver's ear off, but that was before she saw who the driver was.

"Um…hi, Khun Kornnaphat. Its okay, no harm done. You just backed up quite fast." Y/N felt nervousness creep up. She had friends who looked pretty, wore cute dresses, and did nice makeup; however, she had never seen anyone like Orm before- and couldn't help but stare at her.

As Y/N's eyes settled on Orm' face, she noticed the smirk that said Orm had caught her checking her out. "You ride that bike?" With her arms behind her back, Orm tilted her head towards the back of her car.

But Y/N didn't look where Orm was pointing. Instead she was staring into those hazel eyes that had entrapped her whole being. She could feel her palms sweat. The leather gloves that once felt loose now too tight. Orm stepped closer until their breaths mingled, never breaking eye contact. Then snapped her fingers in front of Y/N's face, breaking her out of the spell she had unknowingly cast.

"Earth to biker girl. You okay in there?"

You see, this is why Y/N has never dated anyone before. She got tongue-tied around people that she found attractive. Her friends were still surprised by her lack of beau, despite her good looks and charm. They call her a "nervous fool" when it comes to anything romantic.

Pulling herself together, Y/N nodded her head once and started walking towards her bike- only to hear the clicks of Orm's strappy heels following behind. Just as she got on her bike, Orm quickly reached out and held her hand, stopping her from wearing her helmet again.

"Let me at least pay you back somehow for the scare I gave you over your bike and, well, your life" Orm batted her eyelashes and extended her hand, palm up. Y/N gave it a long stare, not knowing what she was asking.

"Wha-”

"Your phone, pretty. So that I can put my number in it. Let me repay you with dinner. Tonight. How's 8?" Orm wiggled her fingers to snap Y/N out of her daze. Y/N fumbled around her pockets before grabbing the phone from her inner jacket pocket. Unlocking it without saying a word, Y/N handed her phone over.

Orm gave her a sweet smile- the kind she knew drove her fans crazy- and flipped the phone around. She typed her number in and called herself with it, all the while keeping her eyes on Y/N, who looked like she was ready to take off any second. After it rang twice, she ended the call shut and gave i the phone back, maintaining eye contact. "In case my number gets lost in your phone." She said, followed by a wink.

Dumbfounded, Y/N couldn't believe that the Orm Kornnaphat was talking to her- and had just touched her hand.

Orm turned around and walked back to the driver's side of the car. Just as she reached the door, she turned around and looked back at Y/N, who was still staring at her with her phone still clutched in her hand.

"See you soon, biker girl." She blew a kiss and got inside her car. Orm had to drive away and out of Y/N' sight for her to snap out of her daze. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She met Orm Kornnaphat. And she talked to her and she was meeting her tonight- for dinner!

Y/N couldn't help a chill run down her spine. She could barely talk to Orm for 5 minutes in a parking lot, what was she gonna do for hours at dinner?

Groaning, she slipped her phone into her pocket and put her helmet back on. Starting her bike, she rode her way home- still unable to believe what a unique turn her perfect day had taken.

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"Wednesday" Season 2, Episode 6 is just wild. The way Jenna and Emma portrayed Enid and Wednesday, respectively, was superb.