#also xoxoxo exe

[orcelito]

Having a Saturday like "most people I've dated have only really liked me for my body and/or a fake personality I've presented, so when they know the true me it's not enough to keep them around. Anyways let's have some ramen for my 2 pm breakfast."

[scalpelsister]

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[sugrhigh]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY - ( c.s )

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summary- you and chris have been broken up for a few weeks when you run into each other at a party. emotions run high, and you’re both overwhelmed by jealousy as you navigate being newly single.

warnings- smut, angst with no resolution! don’t come looking for a happy ending

ex!chris x fem!reader

a/n: this one hurt but i’m hoping it fulfills your requests!! enjoy xoxoxo and as always my inbox is open for whatever

what people don’t tell you about breaking up with your boyfriend is that every single outing afterwards has the potential to turn sour within a second. unfortunately, tonight is proving to be one of those times.

your friends decided to drag you to a pool party in the hills, thrown by a rather charming trust fund baby who happens to be a mutual acquaintance of the group. you hadn’t left your apartment in a questionable amount of time, so an intervention was necessary.

at first everything was fine; drinks were flowing, guys were hitting on you, and the pain was temporarily numbed. the least you could do was pretend to enjoy your newfound freedom for an hour or so.

but then you spot him; he’s standing by the decorated bar, drink in one hand and a pretty girl on his other arm. he looks as good as ever, long hair tousled to perfection, dressed in a simple black muscle tee and patterned trunks.

both your heart and your feet stop dead in their tracks. it’s been a few weeks since you called it quits, and you’d been able to avoid seeing him until this very moment. every kiss, every happy memory, and every argument—especially your very last—comes flooding right back.

watching him interact with another girl only makes it ten times more hurtful. you’re about to turn and run when his eyes meet yours, and he looks just as shocked as you feel.

it’s clear neither of you were expecting the other to be here, and you’re not quite sure what the protocol is for this situation. all you’re currently thinking is that you want to walk over there and rip that stupid bitch off of him, and you’re pretty sure he can tell.

one of his eyebrows raises, almost on instinct. he can see that you’re jealous, and you can see that he knows this fact. you’re embarrassed for a moment until you realize he’s taunting you, hand sliding down to the mystery girl’s ass as they talk amongst their circle.

then true anger rears its ugly head, a painful kind of anger like your nerves have been set on fire. who the fuck does he think he is, playing stupid games with you?

he should know that all he’ll win is stupid prizes. he’s just as greedy as you are, and seeing you with anyone else would piss him right off.

and it would also absolutely serve him right.

you straighten up, looking around for the cute boy—josh, if you remember correctly—who had approached you earlier to compliment your bikini. your eyes narrow in on him, sat by the edge of the pool with some of his buddies. the perfect target.

you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the wound in your heart inspiring you, but it doesn’t matter.

you don’t look back at chris. instead, you beeline toward the water, not hesitating to interrupt their chat as you tap on his shoulder. josh looks up with a huff, seemingly a bit annoyed until he realizes who it is.

his face softens immediately, squinting up at you like you’re suddenly the only thing he’s interested in. “oh, hey there.”

you smile, trying to be as enchanting as possible as you offer him your hand. “hello again. wanna dance?”

his friends are barely able to contain their excitement, and he nods eagerly in response to your question. his large palm slips into yours and you help him up, tugging him closer to the horde of people already swaying to the music.

you can physically feel chris’s eyes following the two of you through the crowd, which inflates your ego massively. you have no idea where your friends are, but right now you’re so riled up that you’re only focused on payback.

you turn your back to josh, allowing him to loosely hold your hips against his own. you move together well, and as nice as it is, all you can think about it chris. you dare to look over, and as expected, he’s glaring at you with the fire of a thousand suns.

you don’t want to smirk, but you feel one take over your face anyways. all he’s seeing is red; it doesn’t matter that you’re broken up, you shouldn’t be dancing with anyone like that unless it’s him.

he wasn’t the one that initiated that talk anyways. you had, because the strain of him being at such a busy point in his life was just too much. he didn’t fight it; he saw how unhappy you were because he was so focused on his next career moves, that facetimes had turned to texts and that your schedules never seemed to line up anymore.

you’re just as ambitious, zeroed in on your last year of school and working hard to finance that dream. it used to be easier, but then a lot more outside stress began tearing you apart.

that doesn’t mean you’re not the right person for him. chris already knows that you are, it’s just clearly not the right time. and it breaks his heart, but he can’t give you what you deserve right now.

this guy is no prince charming, though, and it’s pissing him off.

your head tilts as josh’s mouth ghosts over your neck, your lips parting slightly, and that’s when chris feels himself explode. the girl that was hanging around him doesn’t matter. in fact, he doesn’t excuse himself at all; he just sets his drink down on the bar and turns back to you.

he moves quickly, shifting by a few other people so that he can break this shit up. you pull away from josh before he even reaches you, but when he does his hand grips your wrist harshly.

“hey, man, what the—”

“she doesn’t want you.” chris calls over his shoulder as he pulls you away, and you know that everybody is watching.

you give josh an apologetic glance, because you do feel kind of bad, but chris is also yanking you along with such a force that you’re actually tripping over your feet. you try to catch up, but you look silly fumbling along behind him.

“slow the fuck down, jesus.” you try to tug him back, but he keeps his pace the same.

“no.” he says it in a harsh tone, though he slides his hand down to hold yours.

it surprises you a bit, but you don’t read into it too much. he’s still obviously pissed, dragging you past various crowds until you finally reach the house. there’s far less people inside, but neither of you are really paying attention to them.

“where are we going?” you ask as he leads you up the stairs, though you’re not doing much to resist.

“to talk.” he replies bluntly, as if it’s that simple.

you scoff, mainly to yourself, which is cut off when you reach the second floor and chris jerks you into a bathroom. he finally lets go of you, using one hand to slam the light switch on and the other to close and lock the door.

you’re backed up against the counter when he shifts around again, breathing heavily as he stands over you. you haven’t been this close together in quite some time, and it’s making your heart race out of control.

his dark eyes observe you for a second before he finally speaks. “you know i don’t like being teased, sweetheart. so who was that guy?”

you roll your eyes. “i don’t owe you an explanation. in case you forgot, we’re not together anymore.”

chris puts his palms down on the counter, boxing you in so that his face is only a few inches from yours. his cologne smells so familiar and so enticing, and you can’t help but gravitate a little closer even though you’re infuriated.

“doesn’t change the fact that i don’t want to see some fucking loser with his hands all over you.” he grumbles, and you can practically feel the steam coming out of your ears.

how much more hypocritical can he get?

you jab a finger into his chest harshly. “you think i wanted to see you playing grab-ass with a random girl? because news flash chris—i didn’t. you don't have the right to be all pissy just because i reacted to you being a dick.”

one of his hands goes to grip your throat impulsively, squeezing just enough to let you know that you’re frustrating him. you hate that it makes you throb, being so completely under his control.

you’ve never seen him this angry before, but in some odd way it makes you feel valid in regards to your own emotions.

“you better watch your goddamn mouth, or i’m gonna have to put it to good use.” chris spits bitterly, tilting your head slightly so that you’re forced to look in his eyes.

“oh, just shut the fuck up.” you sigh, leaning the rest of the way so that your lips crash together.

you’re not sure why you did it, but being so close without any real contact was driving you even crazier than his sanctimoniousness. and it feels incredible, his mouth devouring yours like it’s the first time.

your tongues slide together as if you’re the only thing he wants to taste ever again. and it’s true; he’s obsessed with savoring every inch of you, especially now that he’s not sure when the opportunity will present itself again.

you bite down on his lip, not caring enough to be gentle because you’re still annoyed. he groans as you let go, already hard as he slides his hands down to grip your ass so that he can hold you against him.

“you were mad that it wasn’t you, huh? that i wasn’t touching you in the middle of the party?” he says against your jaw as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along it.

it feels like he’s burning every place he touches. you can’t stand the fire, how fucking cocky he sounds, and yet you can’t get enough.

“yeah and you wished it was me in your arms instead, sweetheart.” you mock him breathlessly, tangling you fingers in his roots because you know he likes it.

you feel him clamp down on your neck lightly and you moan, rocking your hips against his in response. chris smirks, sucking the skin into his mouth a bit so it’ll bruise. the possessive part of him needs to leave a mark.

you've been driving him crazy in that little fucking bikini, covered only by a short white skirt. it’s so thin that it doesn’t hide anything anyways, so he yanks it up your hips desperately.

chris doesn’t want to wait anymore. all he’s done is think about this moment for the past three weeks, all he’s done is miss you.

“of course i did, you fucking know that. so are you gonna be good for me, or are we gonna do it the hard way?” he asks, even though it’s more like a growl.

his hand slips underneath your bathing suit bottoms, trailing downward slowly until his fingers ghost over you slick center. your breathing hitches as your nails slide to rake at his back, rutting upwards to try and feel more friction.

“fuck me like you mean it and we won’t have a problem.” you try to keep your voice steady, but he starts to apply more pressure to your clit, slowly circling it in a way that makes you slur your words toward the end.

“don’t have to tell me twice.”

you shouldn’t be this wet for him already, but you are. you feel him start to tease your entrance, his other palm kneading one of your breasts roughly. you whimper as he fully slides two fingers inside your warm cunt, recapturing your mouth with his own to quiet you down.

the music continues to thump from the floor below, and you’re pretty sure no one can hear you, though you both know you need to be quick.

the pressure is perfect, and you missed the way he feels all over you. he’s squeezing your hard nipples through your bikini top, thumb ghosting over your lower sensitive bud as he works you with his hand.

“more, chris, hurry up.” you beg with your forehead pressed against his, trying to tug at his board shorts even though you’re becoming weak in the knees as he curls his fingers.

he retracts them right then, and even though you immediately miss the tension you can’t wait for what’s to come. chris turns his focus towards shoving his trunks out of the way so that his erection can bounce free, and your hand instinctively goes to stroke him.

he cuts you off before you can, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around so quickly that you have to steady yourself by pressing your palms flat on the counter. he forces you to bend a bit more, ensuring that your ass pokes out as he caresses the curve of your hips.

“you’ve always been quite the brat.” chris shakes his head once, slapping his hand down against the side of your flesh playfully.

you let out a small whine, backing up further so that your wet core comes in contact with his shaft. he curses, wrapping a hand in your hair as the other grips your side.

“see? so impatient.” he chides before swiftly lining up with your entrance and ramming his cock inside you without warning.

you both moan, long and loud as he stretches you out. chris swears to god that you’re made for him, that nobody else will ever make him feel this euphoric. your back arches as he sets a fast pace, dragging your hips back so that your skin slaps together.

“fuck, you feel so—mmmn.” you groan as he trails his hand down the center of your stomach, roaming towards your puffy clit again.

you feel yourself shudder slightly, completely overwhelmed by the incredible amount of stimulation. you’re forced to stare at your reflection as chris holds your weak head up, your eyes tearing up a bit.

“tell me i’m the fucking best, baby.” he leans down to purr in your ear, snapping his hips so that he hits the perfect spot deep inside.

“you’re the fucking best.” you tell him truthfully, leaning into the momentum so that he bottoms out inside of you during every stroke.

chris admires all of it; the way your ass bounces when you come in contact with the top of his thighs, the feeling of your hair in his palm, the lewd expression of your face in the mirror.

he can feel your walls squeezing around him, and he chokes on another moan as he drills into you. you’re both nearly ready to explode, and the added pressure of his hand between your legs helps build the wave.

“m’close—shittt, keep going.” you demand in between your heavy pants.

“taking my dick so well, princess. wanna see you cum all over me.” chris pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to stave off the familiar feeling of his orgasm closing in on him.

his strokes grow sloppier, though he tries his best to keep his pace as you praise him through your teeth. the band in the pit of your stomach is about to break, and it’s so hard to stay standing as you begin to tremble harder.

“oh my god, chris—!” you cry out, muscles tense and eyes screwed shut as you ride out the high.

“fuck yes.” he chants back.

his dick twitches, and he’s unable to hold it back any longer as you finish together. chris slows to a stop and you both shake slightly against each other, which allows him a moment to enjoy being inside of you before pulling out.

you don’t even have a second to think about what comes next before he reaches for the toilet paper to help clean you up. its habit now; he’s always loved caring for you, but he feels even more compelled now that you’re not together.

“i’ve got it.” you mumble quietly, still trying to find a way to speak up.

“let me help—” chris continues on regardless.

suddenly everything is too much, and you know you’re becoming overstimulated in an entirely different way. it feels so familiar, so domestic, and it rips through you like a bullet.

“no! i mean, just…just stop.” you snap, pushing him away so that you can do it yourself.

he puts his hands up, clearly confused by the sudden change in the atmosphere. you can’t blame him, considering you’d gotten just as caught up in the moment as he had.

“what’s wrong?” chris asks, though he’s scared to hear the answer.

“nothing,” you lie, twisting your bottoms back into place so that you can pull your skirt up, “but we shouldn’t have done that.”

he scoffs as he also gets re-dressed. “you didn’t seem to think that five minutes ago when you initiated it.”

you know you hurt him by saying it, but it hurts you even more because it’s the truth. you feel like an idiot for leaning into the temptation; it’s only going to make it all more complicated.

your eyes cloud with moisture as you look at him, and he eases the attitude instantly. the energy has once again shifted, and chris can visibly see the dismay written on your face.

“it was stupid because it doesn’t change anything. this still won’t work and we both know it, and it fucking sucks so much because shit like that only makes it harder to get over you.” your voice breaks pathetically, and you brush the first fallen tear from your cheek.

he takes a step forward, hands stretching out to hold either side of your head. it’s an uncontrollable reaction to seeing you cry.

and he knows it’s egocentric, but the last thing in the world he wants is for you to move on. chris can’t guarantee that you won’t if you’re not together, and he would never interfere if you found happiness elsewhere.

that doesn’t mean he can stand the thought of you finding it with anyone besides him though.

“so don’t get over me. be with me.”

a small sob passes by your lips, which are still raw from earlier. your hand quivers as you place it against his chest gently, forcing some space between you.

his arms drop back to his side in defeat, because he can tell that the physical contact is doing the exact opposite of helping.

“don’t say that. you know it’s not fair, to either of us. we’d just go around in circles, and i won’t let that happen. i won’t ruin all of the good by driving us into the ground.”

chris stills upon hearing this. he’s scared to move, scared to even breathe, because it means the moment will continue and he’ll inevitably watch you walk away.

“please, i’ll do anything. we can move in together, or plan extra trips just the two of us. i’ll…i’ll make the time, just don’t leave.” he pleads, forcibly holding himself back from reaching out for you again.

chris knows it won’t fix anything even as he says it. you’d be coming home to an empty apartment, and finding time to schedule a vacation would be nearly impossible. they’re some of the same things you’ve already talked about, it won’t stop you now.

you suck in a breath, trying to compose yourself to the best of your ability. it doesn’t really help, and you can’t meet his eye as you choke out the final sentence.

“i love you, but i have to go.”

chris feels his mouth open, but the words don’t come out. you turn on your heel without missing another beat, fumbling with the lock a bit before tearing the door open.

you finally hear his response as you go, faintly over your shoulder: it’s quiet confirmation that he loves you too.

@fawnchives @l9vesick @55sturn @luverboychris @teapartyprincess4two @pinksturniolo @mattinside @stonermattsgf @impureals @chrisactualwife @fikefries @riasturns @sofieeeeex @sturnzsun @sturniolossss @coquettecowg1rl @sturnedits

[xfactor7aurora]

ARE YOU READY FOR A VAGUELY ALPHA FLIGT ART DUMP!!!

My beautiful wife....

Uhm did you guys know namor is the beaubier twins dad this is canon and true and you cannot change it. Also hi casual rora

Idc if pride month is over.... They're still special or smthn

Anywho.. more giant sized X men au purely bc it's stupid fluff... Laura is hyoerfixated on sonic btw idk if you knew it's real and true

Who's baby is that... Idk.... Who knows.... Uhm... Anyway

Honest to god it pains me knowing that I spent so much time on this but if y'all didn't know Walter (aka sasquatch aka roras ex) has an ex wife and grown son by the time he's in alpha flight. Which is. upsetting! But anyway drew him and Vanessa and their child bc I think it's weird that we never got it.. idk! Fuck you Walter

Anyway thanks bye... Sorry for the art dump xoxoxo

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi how are you? I wonder if you have any kind of inspiration for your stories or if it's something you think about at the time of writing. I really love them, especially the ones from Tokyo Revengers (maybe I'm a suspicious person because I'm in love with Ran 😂) Thanks for writing Secrets Kept From Him, it's awesome! I'm looking forward to the next chapters 🥰🥰🥰

Hi babes! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

For me they pop randomly in my mind a lot of the time. Before writing the storyline I had the whole plot line down of what will happen I discussed it with my closest friend before actually writing it, she knows what will happen and all the twist and turns to come and the ending. I wanted to give it a telenovela kind of vibe. If you watch like telenovela or dramas where something seems to always happen and then other rippling effects other things trickle down.

Ran I picture him being a really good dad (this is me ) and having a little girl. But also him living a dangerous lifestyle and making deals with dangerous people and screwing people over. Relationship wise he would be committed to someone he loves. When he actually looses that person he actually loves he would start comparing every girl he is with and why they are not what he is looking for. Becoming emotionless and just seeing them as a fuck toy. I wanted to incorporate all these factors to the storyline for him. But adding a rival Draken. For the life of me I was torn between Draken and Chifuyu on who the love rival would be. If I added Chifuyu, Baji and Kazutora would being in the story. But adding Draken and having his ex wife Emma really made the story line interesting and the tension between Ran and Draken.

I feel like once Ran has his mind set on something he wont stop till he gets it and that his mind set is being the reader and his daughter wanting to rebuild what he lost in that time period. He will play dirty to get what he wants.

But I'm really glad you are enjoying it! I honestly love writing this series and I'm so happy a lot of people enjoy it a lot! I love reading the comments and the reblog comments it hypes me up for the next chapter for you guys to read!(sorry again its taking long school is draining me).

side note: I have another series coming out soon that will involve him and a few other called the 7 princes of hell!

Honestly I would love to hear your guys theories on what you think will happen next in the series~~~~ please feel free to send me another anon! XOXOXO

[screampied]

PLES the threesome im crying. i didn’t even think that far ??? a sugar mommy omg.

I’m horny for no reason 😭😭😭 bc tell me why I immediately thought Utahime being Satorus ex wife from an arranged marriage and the reason why they got a divorce was bc Utahime cheated on Satoru with a WOMAN 😭 I have problems fr😭 (I’ll be here once your Suguru phase comes back 🫡🫡)

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utahimeeeee ? omg real, i could see her or shoko actually. 🎀 arranged marriage yepppp. i need to start planning omg 🙊🙉 i think i found a perfect banner so imma write it todaaaaay. will probably take me half a day or two to complete im excited xoxoxo

A WOMANHELP

i was also thinkin a classic satosugu threesome 💔💔💔 so many decisions 💔💔

and i think it’s back alr, i kinda wanna work on a draft for him rn actually 🙂‍↕️

[hughiecampbelle]

So we have the concept of baby sibling Roy dating matsson but now I’m like Roman would end up with matssons sibling and they are just as weird as matsson like

“My brother sent his ex. A brick of his frozen blood….this is one of my baby teeth in a pendant the iron that holds the tooth is made from my blood…well parts of it…I would have done my hair but I dye it so it’s not it’s natural color and I don’t like needles so I couldn’t do a whole blood brick….” And like romans like not as weirded out as he thought he would be. Because the pendant is really nice craftsmanship.

I just know all of matssons family are about as weird as him but baby!matsson is just slightly more Wednesday Addams vibes mixed with like a dash of ‘she for sure has at least one body buried somewhere’ vibes

And romans into it….doesn’t know why he is, but like he just is.

Shiv, Kendall and Connor find it terrifying that he’s chill with having his partners tooth in a pendant to carry around.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS!!!!! PLEASE SHARE MORE, I NEED MORE!!!! Connor is terrified but also a little glad that he's found this strange match. You're still carrying that tooth around? Why, what, why do you wanna know? Me? I'm just happy for you buddy, that's all lol. Roman definitely gives her a lock of his hair that Shiv and Kendall make fun of him for. You're giving me your hair? Yeah y',know, it's not a tooth or anything. It's not dyed either. If you don't like it- I love it! Baby Matsson loves it more than anything. They just appear out of nowhere too like their footsteps are so quiet, they love sneaking up on people. I'm sure Lukas is not happy with this, considering Ronan told him to fuck off, but he's also never seen them so happy, so he had to let it go. SCREAMING LET THE BABIES BE WEIRD TOGETHER!!!! Xoxoxo💜💜💜

[firstprince-ao3feed]

you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be

by firenati0n He’s alive, and he’s holding Alex’s hand, and he’s walking amongst the people he once vowed to save at his own expense. He’s endured, but he’s also survived. How times have changed, after all—the tides pushing him to a full life, a life well-lived and appreciated, a life of meaning and purpose. A life cherished, held in Alex’s loving palms, memorialized in the respect that underlies the words they share and the wonder that lives permanently in Henry’s eyes as he takes in the world for the first time, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. Seven times ex-angel Henry appreciates the little things in life, and one time he gets to love a big thing. Or, Henry learns about what makes us human. Or, Alex holds Henry's hand through it all. Words: 7677, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of and i'd give up forever to touch you Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Yearning, Ethereal Beings, POV Alternating, POV Alex Claremont-Diaz, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, cannot emphasize how soft this is, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Kissing in the Rain, Museums, Light Angst, Loneliness, sarah mclachlan makes an appearance because duh, References to Jane Austen, Lawyer Alex Claremont-Diaz, ex-angel henry fox, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Falling In Love, this one's all about the little things in life that bring us joy, and make us think, and make us love, i cried a lot while writing it so, appreciate you reading this xoxoxo, 5+1 Things, except it's 8 things sorry, no beta we die like henry's wings via https://ift.tt/Fi2mtlJ

[greeneyezblackheart]

Hey, Sis,

So, I've been thinking about putting together a bucket list. I had one a long time ago and my ex saw it and helped me to cross some of those off. He took me horseback riding for my birthday. Of course, we didn't have a guide and we needed one cause the horses knew we didn't know what we were doing and mine stopped to eat grass and i told him to go and he tried to buck me off. Needless to say, we had to change horses. But that was cool. I'd like to do it in a situation where I had a guide, or someone could teach me a thing or two first.

He took me to The Grand Canyon. We didn't get to stay long but I definitely saw it. Well, part of it, lol. I definitely want to go back and see a different part or look at it a bit longer. And he helped me with a few others.

Anyway, I had been thinking about this - before I even met you and learned of your love of cherries - but I have ALWAYS wanted to try Cherries Jubilee. I mean, always. I absolutely LOVE Bananas Foster - it is my all-time favorite dessert. We have a Cajun restaurant here that makes it, but it's mostly ice cream, lol. I've had it once where there was a lot more banana and a lot more Foster and that was good too. But I am putting Cherries Jubilee on my list. I know of no one who serves it. So ... I will probably only get it if I ever go on a cruise that offers it, or I make it. But I'm going to work it out.

That leads me to going on a cruise. But it has to be the right one to the right place, because I am not rich. I am not married to Izzy Stradlin unfortunately. I will get to go on one cruise. And really, did he ever have to go on a cruise? I mean, he probably had a yacht chartered once or twice. What am I saying? Probably a lot of times. I think he once performed at a wedding in St. Tropez and another one in Spain, so ... I digress. Sorry.

So:

Cherries Jubilee

Cruise

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame

Graceland / Memphis

Washington D.C.

(I didn't go on the 8th grade trip - sure wish I had cause it would have been much cheaper with the whole student discount/8th grade program the government works out with the schools. Did you go on it?)

Oh ... I think I want to try Caviar one time. Not a lot. Just once.

Hmmm ... a couple I will not share here, lol. But I still think they are very necessary and worthwhile endeavors!

So, these are not goals, but just things to check off.

Have you done any or all of the things on my bucket list above? Have you had Cherries Jubilee, and if so, where?! Actually, I'm pretty sure you've been to Graceland - and I know you have been to Memphis. Just unsure of the rest!

Love,

Your Sis xoxoxo

I have done three of the things on your bucket list: Graceland twice, two cruises, and Washington DC.

The DC trip was my 8th grade class trip. I would love to go back now because I feel like I didn’t appreciate it as much back then as I would now. 

I have been to GL twice, once when I was 17 and another time probably about 9 or 10 years ago with Eric. Of course, I’ve been to Memphis, I’m still here. 😆

One cruise was when I was 8. My mom and stepdad took my sister (who was 18 at the time) and her boyfriend and me on the Disney cruise/Bahamas for my sister’s graduation present. I got a cruise for MY grad present too, but ours was a bit different: a three day cruise to the Bahamas (on a smaller cruise ship, where I was seasick the first night), then 4 days in Orlando for all things Disney. Just me, my mom, and my 6 month preggo sister. Fun fact about the Disney cruise when I was 8: they thought it would be funny to feed me escargot, so they ordered me a dish, told me it was PORK, and I loved it so much, they ordered me a second dish. I did not find out until much later that escargot = SNAILS lol. I was not as grossed out as I probably should’ve been, and I’ve had it a few times since then. I still love it. Go figure.

I have also had caviar. I love that too. Goes great with smoked salmon and cream cheese on some fancy ass crackers.

Never had cherries jubilee, but it sounds yummy.

The R&RHOF would be fun. I love doing that kind of shit.

🖤🖤 Shells

[webslingingslasher]

https://webslingingslasher.tumblr.com/post/738721361856528384/how-long-ago-was-the-candygrams-fic-bc-thats-how

HIII im back, i missed you!!!! <3

you did even BETTER than candygrams. the double drop was perfect. care less is everythinggggggggggg to me!! no bc seeing peter being the excited one is so🥹🥹🥹 i will never get tired of seeing him excited to show trouble how much he loves her. he was literally dying to shower her with love and i wanna cry bc look at how far they've come😭😭 also the ethan appearances, 🥹 ill melt, why was everything so perfect!!!

ok this ask is gonna be long im sorry but i cant tell u how much i loved everything!!

"It’s about how you love someone so much, there aren't enough things in the world to buy to show it, and there are never the right set of words to say it quite right.

i actually cried. THIS is how he feels for trouble?😭😭 there isnt enough things in the world to show how much he loves her? im sick.

"I’ll buy all the flowers in the world for you, and I’ll use all the air in my lungs for these balloons but it’ll never match the love I have for you.” 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

my ex never even bought me flowers. him saying hed buy all the flowers in the world (and i know he would too) made me cry😭 THE AIR FOR THE BALLOONS. oh he's so soft

"Peter does and he’s going to get his valentine’s day, no matter what.  And you’re going to enjoy a handmade card.  And a teddy bear."

😭😭 idk why but seeing peter so determined over a little teddy bear is everything to me bc hes So Manly and sexy but like. hes on a mission to get the perfect teddy bear :(((( ill cry. hes so cute

"But, maybe you’d like a handmade one more. He can do that."

no bc he's so attentive. 😭. yk the quote 'to be loved is to be seen?' that's peter.

i love seeing this side of peter ahshdj he really did feel everything the whole time didn't he? but just kept it hidden the same way trouble held back her love - i feel like he may have held back even more. & the way he kept trying again and insisting to find something perfect that she'd like is everything to me :( like... he spent so much on that card and she straight up said he hated it and he didn't even care, his thought was 'how can i get her to like it?'/'how can i get her a card she'd like?'

also i actually cried ab the rose bouquets thrown in the wardrobe haphazardly and the petals falling everywhere :((( poor baby. i love him so much gufigd

im gna stop bc this is gna be TOO long but i loved literally every word, why was it so cute😭 and dont even get me started on unknown sender, we'd be here for hours, literally (which im happy to do xoxoxo but i feel like its annoyingjdkgljkd)

wait last thing:

Your hearts about to explode, “fuck, I love-” you stop yourself, but you heard it and so did Peter. He brushes it off, “love?” Fuck it, you’ll both keep circling around it.  “Yeah, I love love.”  A hungry kiss, a squeeze to the back of your thighs. “Yeah, I love love, too.” 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i cant deal with this😭

ok ily bye

-lula xo

THIS IS SO AMAZING AND SWEET AND WONDERFUL AND HOLY WOW THIS IS SO NICE I???? THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEE

ILYSM THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

[naughtyintrusivethoughties]

lifes honestly been so much better recently. like aside from processing a retarded amount of trauma ive dealt with since i was a kid and even recently (circa 2016-2021), i think ive gotten past a good chunk of it

my dad sucks is really the take away. my mum does too at points but less so than my dad. shes just kinda fucked up from her own bs and thats okay. she tried processing it and going to therapy, and my dad did the opposite

ive kinda just accepted ill never have any kind of relationship wt my sperm donor again, and it feels really good. he put me through so much shit. been telling my mum whats been happening over the years and shes fucking HORRIFIED. she broke down after i told her some of the shit hes done over the years. like a part of me knew it was bad but it was so normalized that i never thought about how fucked up it all was until actually verbalizing it

the bastards been stealing shit from the house too to sell of for drug money. he hasnt lived here for a year but hell still show up when no ones around and take shit. hes stolen shit from me too, thankfully we have cameras everywhere so my mum was able to tell him to give me back my shit and he actually did. but then he stole other shit from the house to sell so it kinda cancelled out lol

he SUUUUUCKS

other than that shit, life been okay. positives being ive been dating my bf for a year now and were pretty happy with eachother. hes talked about marriage and stuff and thats pretty cool. id marry the shit out of him

works been great too. i transferred to another building and its been goin super good. i got promo offers my first week, and months later (ie now) im being told that they wanna promo me to a management position which is fucking fantastic. i like MONEY, and i like that this building actually appreciates the effort im putting in. i had people rooting for me at my last building, but ive been fucked over way too many times at that building to stick around, so its nice to be given some actual direction now

my ex best friend is apparently getting fat and that made me laugh pretty hard. for all the shit she put me through and how insecure she is, enjoy the extra weight queen xoxoxo

ive been really enjoying paddle boarding recently. my bf and i go out on the water and just kinda chill and listen to music and eat n have beer and its really relaxing. im also actually tanning and not staying super pasty white LOL

im a LITTLE tequila fancy rn so im probably gunna log off now, but im gunna try to journal again, and this is the easiest way to do it. gunna try to stick to it

[phoenixrising0308]

Prince Charming (3): Campfire

Day 30 Campfire

A/N:  The term "S'mextra was coined by the amazingly talented @emceesynonymroll for my Drake curiosity birthday fic here. Besos Enna  xoxoxo

Pencil Chronicle Prompt(s): “Me? A Prince shut up!” from the Princess diaries collection.

Additional Prompt(s) - “God, your lips are so soft.”, “You’re staring at me.” and “Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so gorgeous.” and Location Prompts  #98 (Tent)

Words according to this blogger: Tía (Aunt) Títi is also an acceptable form of saying Aunt in Puerto Rico and in some Spanish-speaking families.

Triggers: 2nd Base sexual contact

Chapter Song inspiration: I really like you - Carly Rae Jepson

Chapter Summary: The Walkers Camp with Jessica's maybe-boyfriend

Word Count: 2,285 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

The Walker Residence

“So, how are things going with Liam?” Drake asked with a smirk on his face.

Jessica smiled, “It’s going. But did he like, order an extra cupcake, and Emily's concerned that there may be someone else?”

He held up a hand, “Whoa, it was a simple question. Why get worked up? I just wanted to know if I could formally meet him. Now, to cupcakes: Emily says he orders the usual.”

“It’s been two months. I’m not seeing anyone but I wonder if he is. I'm glad I'm off the street. I'm like a shitty detective. I can't figure him out, I should just. Just pull the bandaid.” Jessica nervously combed her fingers in her hair.

“No, you don't need to ask. He should respect you and tell you if there is anyone else.”

She sighed to herself. “I just don't want to fall flat on my face again and waste my time, Drake.”

He considered her position a moment before saying. “Let me talk to him.”

She blinked up at him. “What?”

“Okay fine, let your brothers talk to him then. You saw what they did to your little Paramedic friend.”

She cringed at the memory. “They towed his car like three times and put a boot on his car.”

“Well, why don't you invite him camping with us?”

“Drake, I think I want to be this guy’s girlfriend not scare him away.”

“Well, first of all; it's a family camping night. He can bring Chance, Polly would love that. I get to meet the guy and learn more about him and tell you whether he's worth keeping around.”

Jessica thought for a moment, an unsure look on her face before she nodded. “Well...Just avoid talking about his family, he seems to shut down. He said he is preparing himself to visit them next month when he is off. His brother is getting married to some girl named Madeleine and he can’t stand her. His ex-girlfriend is supposed to be in attendance. They were like childhood sweethearts but they outgrew each other. The whole thing has me on edge.”

Drake put a hand on her shoulder, “Garcia, I am your friend, alright? I know you better than most would. Let me feel him out. Just invite him.”

Campgrounds

Catskills, New York

Liam smiled as they walked to the campsite as a group.  “Thanks for inviting me. I love camping.”

Drake nodded, “No problem. Any friend of Jessica is welcome.”

Polly piped up beside them, “Chance! Mr. Rys!”

He smiled down at her as the Corgi stood at his foot. “You're very welcome, Polly. But you can call me...Ummm, Li if we aren’t in school.”

She grinned up at him. “Li, I want to play with Chance!”

“Sure, once we get settled.”

They reached the campsite, Drake dropping the supplies. “Okay, we got two tents.”

“Títi  (Aunt) Jessie!” Polly shouted.

Drake shook his head, “Nope, sorry kid. You're bunking with me."

“But why?” She whined.

Drake pursed his lips as Liam stared at the ground.

Emily smiled at her daughter and said, “Because...Because we will miss you!”

Liam gave Jessica a look, “Looks like we're sharing a tent.” He thought to himself. ‘I wouldn’t want it any other way.’

Jessica shrugged, “Looks like it.” ‘Glad I got that wax; this could be it. It’s got to be a big lemon Liam crayon.’ Jessica thought to herself as she looked at Liam’s hands.

Liam turned around and Jessica gave Drake a thumbs up. Liam walked over, giving Chance to Polly.

“How about I help pitch one of the tents with you?”

Drake gave a huff, “If you think you can handle it, knock yourself out.”

Jessica smirked, “Tent race!”

“What? Garcia, we aren’t 12 years old. Besides, I'm a stickler for safety and I will not be setting up a death trap for my family.” Drake said.

“Liam, I apologize. Drake is still a sore loser.”

Drake frowned, "JESSICA, tents are efficient. Besides, you can’t compare your little princess tent to my star wars tent. The death star had more pieces than yours.”

“Sounds like quitter talk to me.”

Drake glared, “Then why aren't you doing it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Because I have to be the judge. Duh.”

Liam shrugged at Drake, “I don’t mind a little friendly competition.”

Drake gave him a once over. “Okay, fine.”

Jessica readied a stopwatch on her phone. “Time starts… Now.”

Drake and Liam both quickly opened the brand new tent packets. Drake didn't bother reading the instructions while Liam quickly skimmed. Drake was already setting up the tent before he halted.

“What the-” He picked up a pole, “Now, why are they adding this thing?”

Liam effortlessly got his tent standing, “Oh, newer models sometimes have a stabilizer bar now. It said it connects to the main compartment in the instructions.”

Drake glared, “I've set up tents my whole life, I don't need that thing.”

Liam's tent was already up and stable. Drake's tent stood but the moment he went to connect the rope to the pike into the ground, it collapsed. Meanwhile, Liam was already hammering in his third pike. His strength and muscles on his arms caught her eye. As Jessica looked at Liam she was biting her lip, ranting in her mind ‘I have two problems not knowing where I stand but also wanting to lay down on my back.’

“And...DONE!”

Drake scoffed, “What?!”

Liam stood up with a smirk, “Tent's done...What do the judges say?”

Polly and Jessica walked up to it before shoving it. It didn't budge.

“This one!” Polly declared with Chance in her arms.

Drake huffed, “If it was an old tent.”

Liam smiled, “You need help?”

Drake threw up his hands, “Sure, why not.”

Emily chuckled to herself as she got things out of the cooler.

Jessica looked at Polly, “We need to get some firewood. You're helping.”

“But Chance?” Polly pouted.

“Paloma, come with us, it will be fun,” Emily said softly.

Liam smiled at her, “He will be here waiting for you.”

Polly the four-year-old puffed the air and said, “Okay.” Before skipping back to Jessica and Emily to go get firewood.

Drake and Liam worked on the last tent before Drake started the conversation.

“So, I take it you and Jessica are getting serious?”

Liam faltered, “I guess we are.”

“What makes you say that?”

“We spend a lot of time together. I never want it to end. I really enjoy being with her, in fact, I really care about her a lot. That's why I'm apprehensive. I don't want to mess this up, you know? I don't want to pressure her into things or seem clingy. ”

“Jessica has been in my life since we were kids and she is VERY important to me don't waste her time.”

Liam looked at Drake hopefully, “You think she wants to be official?”

Drake nodded, “Just tell me this; do you care about her?”

His gaze softened, “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Drake nodded in approval, “Okay. Well, you’re going away so I mean, you might want to settle this before you leave.”

Jessica, Emily, and Polly returned. Polly ran to Chance and began to pet him. Drake started the fire as Liam got cozy next to Jessica on a tree stump. Polly sat between Emily and Drake, Chance happily in her lap.

Drake smirked as he grabbed a bag of marshmallows and sticks, handing them to everyone.

“Look at that, Polly. Daddy’s favorite S'mores!” Emily smiled and put Polly’s marshmallow on a stick and held it to the fire. Chance wiggled in Polly arms after it came off the fire, urgently trying to snatch it.

Drake readied his s'more along with Liam. Jessica pulled out a pack of Reese's pieces from her pocket to put on her marshmallow graham cracker. Liam playfully snatched the bag away.

He gave a gasp, “That's an abomination!”

Drake nodded in agreement, “Exactly. Peanut butter does not belong on a s'more.”

“Why are you both ganging up on me?” Jessica said with a smile.

Drake snorted and chimed in, “Once she put M&M's on her S'more...Peanut M&M’s. ”

Liam shook his head, “Here I thought I knew you.”

Jessica rolled her eyes and tried snatching it back. Liam teasingly held it out of her reach as she tried to grab it.

“Hey! It's my s'more, weirdos!” She huffed, trying not to laugh.

Liam chuckled and shook his head, “Nope. I cannot allow it. It's not right.”

“It’s a S’mextra.”

“Why are you like this, Jess?” Liam asked.

Jessica burst out laughing, “Okay, marshmallow police. Just give me my candy back.”

Liam chuckled and tossed it back to her before he readied her marshmallow. “I will make your S'more.”

Jessica looked at Polly who had sticky marshmallows and chocolate on her face. “Can you believe this?”

Polly shrugged, “We do it Daddy’s way.”

“Fine.”  Jessica crossed her arms

Liam made her s'more and Jessica purposely put her Reeses pieces onto the sticky center. Liam collapsed against the log dramatically that made Polly giggle.

Jessica playfully stuck her tongue at him and munched on it.

Drake said, "Okay, it's time to tell the story."

Liam raised a brow, “A story?”

Jessica chimed in, “Yep, it's a family tradition to tell a story around the fire.”

Drake said, “Since you are the guest, you get to.”

Liam nodded and thought a moment before speaking. “Okay...This story is… A fairytale. It takes place in a kingdom far away on the ocean. There once was a Prince named Constantine who was unhappy with his life but did his duty of being the Crown Prince. It was a tradition that he had to pick a bride to be Queen. He had to do so in order to be King.’

Jessica rested her chin in her hand as she listened, her knees to her chest. “Oh, wonder if the new Queen gets to pick out her own Crown.”

Liam smiled “You know, not all Queens wear crowns.”

Jessica smiled and blushed as he gazed at her before Drake cleared his throat, “Can we get back to the plot?”

He gazed over at her, “SO, this Prince goes on a trip to New York, a breathtaking woman caught his eyes. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he laid eyes on. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. He fell in love with her instantly. Her name was Riley Lily Brooks. She was not like the princesses back home; she was witty, funny, kind, and brave. She was a simple waitress waiting at his table one night. When she told him he was a Prince she wasn’t scared she just treated him the same. They shared a magical kiss before he left for his kingdom. He thought he would never see her again. But one friend surprised him and brought her to his kingdom to compete for his heart.”

Drake lifted a brow and said, “This just sounds like Disney meets the Bachelor and somehow I’m into it.”

Emily laughed. “He also reads romance novels. Just putting it all out there, Liam.”

Liam smiled at Emily, “Good to know. I read them too.”

Drake stood up in his seat “ Let me know if you want to join. `The Choices Book Club’ I have an in.”

Jessica looked at Drake and shook her head and asked, “Why couldn't he marry her without competing? "

“Well, because that was the kingdom's tradition. The woman proved herself time and time again. She won his heart but rules dictated she still had to compete for his hand. In such a short time their love grew and Constantine loved her with all his heart; she was the other half of his soul.”

Jessica listened intently as he continued, “Riley was his….Everything. When Coronation night came, he knew she was the one. However, it came and-”

Liam stopped as Chance yawned and he looked over to see Polly fast asleep. Drake smiled and gently scooped her up.

“I guess Chance is sleeping with us tonight.” He mumbled.

Liam nodded, “Go ahead.”

Drake took Polly to the tent to settle her in as Jessica sat with him at the fire.

“I think we need to go to the tent as well, the fire is dying down." She hinted.

Liam and Jessica went to their tent and collapsed together on the blankets and pillows. Jessica smirked at the skylight the tent had.

Liam laid beside her, “This reminds me of our first date on the rooftop. That was one of the best nights of my life.”

Jessica gave him a quick kiss on the temple “I feel the same. Oh, look.” She pointed to a constellation, “Orion is prominent tonight. It’s interesting, did you know it’s sometimes referred to as Los Tres Reyes Mangos (The three magic Kings)? Or just the three Kings.”

“¡Si! Well, in South America when I looked at it, our guide called it Las Tres Marías… The three Maria’s.”

Jessica rolled over to face him, and Liam turned to face her as well. He lovingly ran his hands through her hair and she smiled as she said, “So that's some story.”

“I have a wild imagination.”

She smirked, “Gosh, a competition. In a Foreign Country to marry a Prince.”

Liam pursed his lip and said, “You would do it? I mean, if you were selected, you would be a Princess.”

“Me? A Princess? Shut up! I mean I would be scared but I guess like Riley you have to just be brave and try. I imagine I would have to learn a lot of things really fast but for me, I think I would be more intimidated by falling in love more than his position.”

He grinned as he reached over to rub his hand on her hip. “Is that so?”

Jessica bit her lip and gazed at him “No one wants to fall flat on their face.”

He kissed her forehead and said, “Sometimes your heart works faster than your mind.”

“Yeah. It does. So you just stay quiet and hope that it works out that the other person feels just half as much as you do.”

“Why settle for half?”

Jessica found her eyes water and said, “It hurts less.”

Liam cupped her chin and looked at her.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so gorgeous. Jess, you deserve every part of someone, not half.”

His lips crashed into hers and he held her close to him deepening his kiss. They both felt the heat radiating within them want more from each other. Jessica broke their kiss first and said, “God, your lips are so soft.”

He chuckled and kissed her again, pulling her close. She moaned into the kiss, throwing her arms around his neck. He groaned as his tongue slipped in to massage hers and he cupped her rear in his large hand.

They parted as his other hand went to her shirt, trying to unclutch her bra behind her as he sucked on her neck.

“Fuck Liam...Keep going.”

He growled, nipping her collarbone and working his way down, trying to get rid of her shirt. She instinctively spread her legs, hitching her thigh over his hip and tangling her hands in his hair.

“Títi!”

Both of them jumped and quickly covered up and away from each other as Polly burst into the tent.

Liam quickly shoved Jessica's bra under him and Jessica adjusted her shirt.

“Polly!” Drake yelled out as he snatched her back to her own tent.

Jessica and Liam glanced at each other before laughing.

Liam smiled and said, “God, that was close.”

“Too close.”

“Okay, so let’s put this on pause then.”

Liam nodded and cuddled up to her, and Jessica eased into his arms.

The next day…

Jessica smiled as Liam was breaking apart their tent as Polly played with a chance nearby. He felt her eyes on him and he looked up and she gave him a warm smile and he thought, ' I love you. I waited forever for someone like you to walk into my life and I can’t believe this is happening now.'

Drake walked over and handed Jessica coffee he just brewed from the morning Campfire.

“I like him. I like him a lot but I think he is hiding something from you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I heard him on the phone at 3 am. He was pissed the fuck off at his brother who ran off to take a cruise in Greece. Liam reminded him about his responsibility to the family the call dropped and he seemed shaken. Why is it Liam's problem if his brother doesn't get married.”

[your--isgayrights]

not sure if this is what you had in mind but i was thinking maybe kdj and hsy meeting briefly earlier in life (at 20/22 years old or sth)? maybe having a misunderstanding or an argument over something trivial (like interpretation of a book or who should take the last lemon flavored popsicle in the store) and somehow still managing to reach some recognition or understanding of each other. years later they would forget about each other but still remember that bizarre situation sometimes. i have no idea if that makes any sense but i believe in your writing and massive brain and powerful swag. xoxo

Aaaaah, Exe I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked for... I was just like... what if that time Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja almost met in the epilogue went a little differently and like... haha...

The first part is basically copied and pasted from that chapter before the twist, so go read that first if you haven't!

Han Su-Yeong staggered and walked closer to Kim Dok-Ja. Several passersby brushing past her looked back in suspicion.

Kim Dok-Ja was now walking down the subway’s steps.

Kim Dok-Ja, with earphones stuck in his ears and reading something on his phone while walking downstairs.

She knew what he was currently reading.

“—!!”

She barely managed to shout, but her voice still didn’t come out. So, she desperately chased after him.

Because of the story you wrote, author-nim, I was able to survive until now. Han Su-Yeong was also able to survive while reading the sole reader’s words.

She managed to write the next part of Yu Jung-Hyeok’s life through them.

She was able to endure her boring and stuffy teen years, the days she never wanted to go back to, thanks to those words.

This train is bound for… She spotted Kim Dok-Ja standing on the platform, waiting for the next train to arrive. A person hiding within the small world crafted out of letters to protect himself was standing right there.

Kim Dok-Ja, who didn’t know anything about the apocalypse about to happen.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to live on the expansive world of the ‘Ways of Survival’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d get to meet the protagonist he so longed to become.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d become the ‘Demon King of Salvation’.

Kim Dok-Ja, who’d sacrifice himself multiple times for the sake of his companions, and as a result, came to the 1863rd turn and met her.

Kim Dok-Ja, who was destined to become the ‘Most Ancient Dream’, the price he paid for loving a certain story too much.

[Your mental state is crumbling!]

[The main body’s ego is regaining its control.]

[Your Fable is being extinguished.]

Her legs grew heavy, and her arms didn’t want to move anymore. Her body was gradually becoming not hers.

Even then, Han Su-Yeong wanted to tell him.

⸢To tell him that he was definitely not at fault for this story being born. And to tell him that the things he was about to experience were not his sins.⸥

Because, her past 13 years existed solely to say those words to him.

⸢To say that, though you have grown up while reading this story, there’s no need for you to become it.⸥

She barely managed to muster up her strength, her arm coiling in on itself and preparing for her one last willful action.

[Your ego will convert into the ‘subconsciousness’.]

As she set her weak, pre-scenario body into that final decisive movement...

The twenty six year old Han Su-yeong who knew nothing of the soon to come apocalypse, woke up thrusting her fist forward into the face of some guy on the subway.

She would've thought she was still dreaming, if it hadn't been for the feeling of his soft cheek slamming against the hard bone of his teeth under the force of her balled up hand.

'What the hell? Why am I doing this?'

Han Su-yeong most likely would have asked herself these things if she had any more time to think before her punch had landed.

She got her answer, though. Despite never asking her question, that reason she was looking for became clear as the man staggered off his balance.

He made a futile attempt to right himself before being knocked to the ground. The phone that he had been holding so close to his face clattering screen-side up onto the concrete of the subway floor.

That was when she saw it.

She only had to read a snippet of the words on that phone screen to come up with an explanation for her own actions at that very moment.

[There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. Now, I have forgotten a few, but one thing is certain. The fact that you who are reading this now will survive.

-Three ways to survive in a ruined world

Author’s words: Thank you so much for reading ‘Ways of Survival’ up to here. I will come back to you with an epilogue!]

'Ways of Survival.' 'Three ways to survive in a ruined world.'

...

Yes, there was no doubt that this guy sat on the subway floor rubbing at his cheek deserved it.

Some latent evil of the world must be working to Han Su-yeong's advantage, because none of the commuter passing by spared her a second glance as she sorted out her own motives. They simply dodged around her and the man she had assaulted moments ago.

If Han Su-yeong had to write some train of thought into their actions, she might imagine these negligent bystanders saw something like an overly dramatic lover's spat. Something personal that they ought not get involved in.

Were it not for the pervasiveness of such a cliche recurrent in physical altercations between men and women, maybe they would see it for what it was. A question of honor between authors.

Because Han Su-yeong was certain that was who this man was. An author who was so shitty that he had created an alt to try and hype up his terrible novel.

That was right... It was years ago now, but Han Su-yeong remembered that unsubstantiated accusation of plagiarism on her first published webnovel, SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor.

This shitty guy had made an alt account that was so obvious... it was something 'Dok-ja,' like he wasn't even trying to pretend he didn't make it just to pretend to 'read' his own webnovel...

If that didn't prove it, then it was also clear from the comments that he had left on every single chapter. When she was reading them, Han Su-yeong had known that if she were such a bad author that she would have to have just one reader, the words that he wrote represented that perfect amount of reader to author engagement that she would have desired.

But that sort of relationship... it was unrealistic. Han Su-yeong had been an author for something like 13 years now, and she had never had such a relationship in her entire career.

So it was obvious that a reader like that could only be written by an author with those same desires that she held.

And then he even had the nerve to wander out of his self contained fantasy, accusing her superior work of plagiarizing his shitty one just to draw in more views and commenters.

So of course he had a lot of nerve to be rereading his own damn author's note right where she could see hi-

"Can I help you?"

Han Su-yeong felt all of the hot air she had been blowing herself up with to justify her current situation deflate upon hearing that voice of his.

The man she'd injured looked up at her with hollow black eyes. Eyes that perhaps had only seemed bright while being illuminated by a screen.

His voice was mild, too. As if getting punched in the face were something that was merely tiresome to him, instead of something to stir anger or indignity. The reactions that Han Su-yeong had been mentally preparing herself to butt heads with.

Nothing about his reaction seemed to ask Han Su-yeong for her motives. There was no race to find an explanation behind those hollow eyes. No bit lip, straining to come up with a turn of phrase to become an appropriately biting retort.

This guy wasn't an author.

...

Hey...

Why had she punched this guy again?

"Sorry." Han Su-yeong found herself saying, as her body deflated, extended arm going back to her side. "From the behind, you looked like my shitty ex."

She let herself fall into the cliche.

"Ah. I see."

Han Su-yeong hated the guy's expression, just then.

It was one that said, 'Well isn't that just my luck?'

But she couldn't help but watch, as this unlucky guy stood up and picked up his phone, brushing it off instead of himself, as if it were more precious to him than his own body.

And when that Dok-ja turned around, Han Su-yeong only saw his back for a second, before the sight of him was once more swallowed up by the uncaring world of the subway station crowd.

[apparentlysimon]

masculine gender presentation so feminised I made him both transgender and homosexual

[blvckleg]

therapy and meds isnt enough i need to let my inner bpd having tween enact their revenge plot

[izzyliker]

i Like the amount of Hand Made Art i have in my room tbh.