#im sure my spelling and grammar is shit but

[raceweek]

as some of you who have been following me for a while might know i have some brain issues, and things have recently taken a bit of a turn so ive been taking some time to just process things and will probably take some more so im going to be a bit more sporadic on here.

im mainly posting this to say im really sorry to my friends who i love so so much who i dont have the guts to talk to personally (coward boooo) but i do love so so much and im sorry ive been distant and haven’t spoken to you directly i hope i will be better soon so i can be back to my old self xxxxxxxx

[snekdood]

my bf told me it was “might as well” not minus well but idc bc my version is quicker and u already know what im saying so who care

[gyuswhore]

the story of us ✦ j.w.w x reader

the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now - the story of us

synopsis: So many walls that you can't break through; except you do.

wc: 2.1K

contains: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, humour, happy ending, alcohol, arguments

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[a/n]: im exhausted, im loopy, im hungry, but i really wanted to post this so here you go my babies I'm sorry i haven't fed you in so long (ty @toruro for making sure i wasn't talking out of my ass in this ily)

[edit; 11/04/24]: grammar and spelling.

Jeon Wonwoo was nearing boiling point when he watched you push him away from yet another conversation.

He tried to understand, just like he always had. But it was proving near impossible at the five-month mark. 

There were clear signs you exhibited when you needed space, for whatever reason, Wonwoo knew you would tell him when you recovered. So he gave you what you needed.

And yet, when he finds himself pushed away from what looks like a casual conversation between your mutual friends, he finds his mild annoyance grow into something hotter. 

There’s a clench in his jaw as he tries not to squeeze the red cup in his hand with too much pressure, even when all the spiteful bit of his brain wants to do is to pour its pigmented contents all over your cream outfit. He manages to control himself, choosing to get up and exit the premises entirely. In complete silence, he refuses to acknowledge any yell of his name from passing acquaintances. 

Jeon Wonwoo refused to respond to any of your advances after that. 

Invitations to lunch were left on a jarring sent, the notification sitting in his log until he chooses to open it too late. His response was bare when you asked for help on some accounting concepts, pushing you over into Jihoon’s hands to fulfill your requirements. There’s a blatant shrug when you touch his shoulder, concerned, asking why his behaviour had become so distant in the past weeks; he responds with a mumble of, “just tired”.

The great divide happened a few days proceeding your birthday, one for which Wonwoo did nothing for but send you a quick message during the evening, never to see you throughout the extended day. 

“I can’t believe you’re putting this on me!” you all but yell, eyes wide and expression exasperated at the situation.

“Are you blind? Or just plain stupid? Because I didn’t tolerate months of your shit attitude to have you say it isn’t your fault.” Wonwoo is breathing heavily, hands motioning towards your entire figure with equal disbelief.

“What attitude?” you emphasize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I couldn’t be upfront with my best friend.”

“There’s a difference between being in a mood and blatant disrespect. I’m tired of having to put up with your mood swings like it’s my responsibility to coddle you. When was the last time you genuinely asked me how I was doing?”

“All the time!”

“Yeah, after you realize there's nobody else to whine and wail to!”

“Wonwoo, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Fine. If I’m clearly so unhinged, I’ll leave you to your liking.” 

The dwindled interactions, from messages to hellos, went from sparing to nonexistent — just like that. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect for you and Wonwoo to reconcile in the matter of a few days, if not a couple weeks.

But when the distance did nothing but grow larger, there was a settle of resentment in the pit of your stomach as you accepted the feud you were in. 

A text was sent from your phone a couple days after the incident.

[You]: can we talk?

But when you see no sign of the grey Delivered on the end, you knew he had blocked you. 

This was all nothing less than baffling to you for a number of reasons, starting with how you had never witnessed Wowoo acting this way. 

Wonwoo had done nothing but reprimand you the rare chance you suggested blocking an apprehensive individual, something about not showing that you cared. His voice seemed redundant after a certain decibel, the rarest chance to witness him yell at a failed video game or a frustrating professor. 

You know better, which is the only reason you’re ruling off paranormal possession. 

The claims against you came as an afterthought, not, however, rendering them any less strange. There’s a part of you that pondered if your shield of annoyance blocked you from seeing the truth in his words and in your behaviour, finding yourself overwhelmed with emotions when the thought crossed your mind, tears of frustration immediately blurring your vision. 

You did not understand, you could not. And when it all got too much, you allowed the hurt and confusion to turn into something more dangerous. You replaced it with anger, in the same place that once occupied a more delicate emotion. 

There was an uproar in Wonwoo’s mind when he sees you walk into the lecture hall, unaware of your overlapping schedule in the new semester. He watches as your eyes pass over the moderately packed space, briefly glancing over where he sat; if you saw him, you did nothing to bring a reaction out of it. You take a seat a few rows up front, right in front of him where he’s able to see the back of your head for the next two hours — for the rest of the semester. 

He wonders if it’s too late to switch classes. 

“Wonwoo, I honestly think this is getting out of hand.” Jihoon munches on his cashews, leaning against bark of the tree they were both sat under. 

“Did you want me to keep tending to her bullshit then?” he grumbles.

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know it’s not.”

“That’s what it sounds like.” Wonwoo’s retort is brisk.

Jihoon is suddenly snapping his fingers in his face at the reply, a flinch accompanies Wonwoo’s already sour expression. 

“See! See how frustrating it is when somebody isn’t making sense?” 

“How does this—” 

“Wonwoo, did you try talking to her about how you felt, you know, without the screaming?” 

Jihoon watches as Wonwoo’s expression clears out, his eyebrows unfurrowing and the scowl fading. He doesn’t speak, choosing to let the realization kick in.

“No.” 

Jihoon sighs, taking another pause. “I’m not saying what she did wasn’t uncalled for, but you need to talk shit out before deciding you hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.”

“Right, so can we wrap this up quickly and have you confess your undying love so we can all relax.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Heat crawls up Wonwoo’s cheeks.

“What? If you don’t hate her, it’s gotta be the opposite.”

Did Wonwoo like you? Yeah, he probably did. Did he ever let himself ponder upon it? No, because he was downright mortified of the mere thought. He finds himself a hypocrite to say it was to preserve your friendship, but he figures he’s fucked it up in a way that’s arguably worse. 

Regardless, Wonwoo walks away from that conversation with two things: a stark realization, and an even starker admittance. 

Everything was going wrong. At least that’s what it felt like when you hear the clang of your water bottle hit the pavement, rolling off into the oncoming traffic as you sprint to grab it. You nearly cause a vehicle pile-up, swallowing a couple profanities from braking drivers. 

You’re stuffing the darn thing into your bag when you trip on a loose brick on the path, nearly landing on your face. The glare you send into the pavement costs you even more when a hard shoulder bumps into your side, sending you another couple steps back. You don’t bother to see who the perpetrator is, too preoccupied with your attempts to take in deeper breaths amid the blankness of your mind. 

There are no hiccups after that, what you might owe your more conscious mind to. Stomping up the library steps, you thank nothingness for the air conditioning that meets your hot face, slowing down as you take in the crowd. 

Scanning the room for an empty seat is harder than you’d anticipated, hoping the heat would keep students away from the building as you left to get work done. Approaching a table, you set down your bag with a huff, pulling the chair out to finally take the seat you’ve been needing for so long. 

The universe seems to have other plans. 

It’s almost funny the way you and Wonwoo make eye contact across the other table, the recognition sending a jolt through your stomach. 

You’ve never moved so fast, pushing the chair back in with a screech that earns you a few looks, grabbing the handles of your bag as you turn around to leave the building you’d just entered. 

No way you'd sit there. Not when he was around.

You're bounding down the steps when somebody passes you, murmuring something without slowing their stride.

“I’m leaving, you can go inside,” Wonwoo says, and the sound of his voice has you halting almost immediately.

Whipping your head around to search for the sound, you watch as he takes a turn at the end of the steps, slowly moving out of your vision. 

There’s a swirl of something in your chest, and you realise in that moment how much you missed hearing his voice. 

Chiding yourself, you blink back the water that wells up in your eyes, embarrassed at how quickly you were losing yourself.

But the damage was done. And you wanted to be reckless, regardless of how desperate it made you look. A split second decision is made in that moment, one that lightens the heavy feet that you’ve planted on the concrete. 

You’re back to bounding down the steps, but this time with aim. 

Taking the same turn you saw Wonwoo take, you break into a sprint as you see his figure move farther away. You keep running, continuing to bump into both objects and people, hurried "sorry"'s the only thing you choose to throw their way. 

“Wonwoo!” Your voice comes out stronger than you’d intended, the sharpness having him turn around in search, eyes landing on your accelerating figure. 

Both of you realize too late how fast you’re really going, the velocity taking you directly into his outstretched arms, hands grasping the sleeves of his shirt as you come to screeching stop directly into his chest. 

You don’t have the time nor the patience to be embarrassed, pulling your face back to look directly into Wonwoo’s bewildered eyes to huff out your next words.

“Why did you block me?” you ask, voice gruff and slightly out of breath.

Wonwoo’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, words refusing to come out. 

“Why are you so mad at me? Why are you being nice to me if you’re mad at me?” You don’t stop, the direct questions tumbling off your tongue in desperation. 

You search his face for an answer when his mouth fails, but all you find is the remnants of shock yet to ebb away. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important, I’m sorry for taking your presence for granted, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for…for… I don’t know! I’m just really sorry and I don't know how else to make this right.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you hear him say and you feel the moisture return to your eyes. 

“Huh?”

“I should’ve…” he pauses, looking sheepish. “I should’ve talked to you before I, y’know, went off on you. I should’ve managed my feelings better, I’m sorry.” 

You're silent for a few tantalizing moments before you raise your fists, and pound down on his chest with everything you have. You do it again, and then again, and again—

“What?- Ow!” 

“When are you gonna stop bottling up your feelings for fucks sake, it’s landed you everywhere but good!” you say, nearly yelling.

Wonwoo whips his head around to see who’s listening, palm to mouth in attempts to silence you. 

“I’m sorry! I know! I’m working on it,” he rambles, trying to get you to quit struggling. “Jihoon and I talked, that’s why I realised I was being dumb.”

“Are you gonna unblock me now or do I need to pay Jihoon to sit down with you again?”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow. “You payed Jihoon to sit with me?”

“No, you idiot. But I should have because you can’t seem to figure out how to feel emotions.” 

Wonwoo can’t help himself when he breaks out into a grin, letting out a breathy chuckle that has you asking “What?”.

He pulls you in, heart to heart in an embrace, holding you tight to make up for the weeks of no contact. He breathes in your scent and feels as though he hasn’t in years. 

“I’m not gonna come running up to you the next time you decide you hate me,” you mumble into his shoulder, pouting slightly.

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“No.” Wonwoo pulls away but keeps you in his arms, looking at you, “I love you. Like, the kind of stuff that makes you wanna live together forever. I love you.” 

It’s your turn to gape like a fish. 

“W-what?”

“You told me not to bottle up my feelings.” 

“Yeah, but—wow, um.” 

“Did I make another mistake?” 

No! You wanted to scream. But you don’t. You instead lift your hands up to come around his face, cradling it. And you kissed him. 

“I love you, too. Like the live together forever kind.” 

[into-f0lkl0re]

Paige bueckers x reader

warnings: nsfw and my horrendous spelling and grammar inaccuracies (my ap lang teacher would be so disappointed)

not spell checked (i typed this whole thing on my phone( yes i have a computer) )

i hope yall like it

~I don’t got a single problem with provocative~

she had on a mini black skirt with ripped shear tights and doc martins

a yellow lacy tube top with stars in orange and red thread embroidered through out the top little tattoos littered her arms. an outline of a moon on her shoulder. A bow on her upper left arm, a bouquet of flowers above her elbow on her right. tiny stars coated both of her forearms. she was perfect.

~See the bodies, how they burn, it’s just the way it is~

A couple of minutes ago paige was trying to come up with some sort of excuse to tell her teammates why she had to leave this random club but then she spotted her. dancing with who paige assumed were her friends. one hand held a clear plastic cup with translucent light green liquid with a salted rim. paige felt her cheeks heat up. was it always this hot in here? paige forgot why she wanted to leave in the first place.

~ Smoky, dark, crowded room, I need nothing Under pink light in June. I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden You saw me look at you~

The room was filled with intoxicated college students trying to have a night off from the stress of their lives. today had been the last day of finals. school was officially out for the summer. everyone presumably celebrating.

“you’re staring” a voice whispered in paige’s ear

paige jumped almost spilling her drink

nika laughed patting paige’s back

“you’ve been staring at that poor girl for almost 8 minutes”

“is it that obvious?”

“yes extremely” a new voice replies

paige looks down and sees kk laughing with ice

“keep looking at her with that face and your eyes are gonna get stuck like that”

“fuck off”

“oh shit, paige she’s looking at you”

Nika elbows paige’s side.

paige turns and makes eye contact with the golden girl herself

~I burn for you and you don’t even know my name. If you’d asked me to i’d give up everything~

Paige felt her chest contract as the girl leaves the dance floor walking past paige and making her way to the bar while briefly making eye contact again and smiling. once the girl was at the bar she looked back at paige and laughed.

“stop standing there gaping like a god damn fish and go over there dumb ass” ice pushed paige towards the bar

~To be close to you pull the trigger on the gun i have you when we met~

“i’m paige” she almost shouts because of the deafening volume of the music

“i know who you are. Im pretty sure everyone at uconn knows who you are” y/n laughs

“can i buy you a drink?”

“ you don’t even know my name and you’re trying to buy me a drink? you move fast”

“ well what’s your name?”

“y/n and i like dirty shirley’s”

~I wanna be close to you. break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight just let me be close to you~

“so what’s your major?”

“art history”

“oh what do you wanna do with that”

“i have no fucking clue”

paige laughs leaning her head against the bar holding her chest

“ok what about you? what’s your major?”

“uhm-human development and family sciences”

“ wow that sounds important. what do you want to do with that?”

paige lets out another laugh than sighs

“uh hopefully nothing i really wanna go pro”

“hey uh listen do you wanna maybe get out of here?”

“you read my mind”

~And now your mouth is moving, cinematic timing You pull me in and touch my neck, and now I'm dying~

barely making it through the threshold of paige’s apartment before her lips are on y/ns. tugging on her small tube top for dear life. paige blindly moves them towards her bedroom. they hit a couple walls on the way to their final destination. paige pushes her down on the bed before climbing over y/ns body and reconnecting their lips groaning into her mouth.

~You should be mine for life, I'll be signing

Every dotted line

Chemical override, ultraviolet

You could be mine tonight~

clothes long forgotten. two bodies grasping at each other letting out high pitched sighs and moans. paige’s hands are everywhere. groping her chest, paige slowly makes her way down y/ns body leaving a trail of love bites. taking her sweet time teasing, nipping and kissing at y/ns thighs.

“paige” y/n exhales

“say my name again” paige says again before sucking on her clit

“oh-god paige-please don’t stop”

“don’t worry ma i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

~ and i burn for you and you don’t even know my name

if you asked me to id give up everything to be close to you

break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight

just let me be~

this was not a request i just thought this would be fun because i have been listening to secret of us on repeat for the past 48 hours

i’m working on an actual request a kk arnold x reader fic which i’m excited for. that should be out soon. i also wanna do a kate martin fic inspired by risk. send requests my way and ideas🙏

big forehead kisses 💕

-faye

[coqhee]

LOVELY RIVALRY ♡ NI-KI ONESHOT

✷ in which your academic rival! niki just can't seem to get off your nerves

academic rival! n.rk x afab!reader︲highschool au, fluff, romance, comedy, enemies to lovers︲nicknames, teasing, cursing, grammar and spelling errors︲3.5k / more

─── ♡

“i have to study if i want to score higher than niki on this chemistry test! i love you guys but i don’t have time to hang out,” you stressed to your friends at lunch. you put your hand back to your forehead as you looked back down to your notebook on the table.

you spun your pencil in your free hand while revising your notes. the words, numbers, and diagrams on the paper slowly merging into one big jumble in your mind. the more you looked at it, the more you felt there was to forget. 

“how are you still studying dumbass? that shit was so easy,” said a voice behind you. that voice being easily recognizable, as it would be the one you bicker with every. single. day.

“fuck off, i was literally sick for 3 days,”

“okay? i probably could’ve been done with all that material and more in the same amount of time,” you turned your head back to look at the boy towering over you. you rolled your eyes upon seeing him smirk at you with a smug expression on his face.

there he was running his fingers through his styled hair pushing it backwards. you looked him up and down and saw him adjust his denim jacket zipping part of it up.

“you’re so immature, get out of my face dipshit,” you snort, not ready to deal with him. you had your final for chemistry next class and you couldn’t be wasting time for chit-chat. especially with niki of all people. 

he rolled his eyes at your response and walked off with his juice box in hand swiftly making his way towards his friends

─── ♡

you made your way to your locker whilst one of your karina, your best friend practice quizzed you using the flashcards you made for the test. you opened your locker to find your favorite candy and a note with your name on it.

“good luck on the test ____. i’m sure you’ll do great”

you read the note, then looked back at the candy. 

“what’s that?” karina called from behind you waiting for you.

“some random person dropped my favorite candy and a note in my locker,” you responded back examining the note and its handwriting. the writing was in pen and you could tell it was clearly written with lots of care.

“well it wasn’t me, cmon hurry up you’re going to miss your own final,” karina called out slowly starting to back away and towards the classroom door.

“yeah yeah im coming, dont leave me.”

you slowly closed your locker and shoved the candy into your backpack. you crumpled the note and shoved it into the back pocket of your pants hastily hoping no one would see it and assume stuff of you. 

─── ♡

“that’s gotta be the worst i’ve ever done on a final, let alone a chemistry final,” you sighed coming out of the classroom. 

“oh come on, you say that every single time and you score the highest. ‘i did the worst’ or ‘i bombed that test’,” your karina replied, mocking your distress, starting to walk down the hall at a slow pace waiting for you.

“is what it is i guess, what else can i really do,” you shrugged. 

“really bombed that test huh, even with all that studying. guess you’re really not all that,” a voice sneered behind you. you rolled your eyes upon hearing that familiar voice. 

you turned around to find the familiar boy towering above you with his arms crossed, his dark brown eyes staring down at you. his lips curled into a smirk seeing your distress firsthand.

“what now niki, come here to harass me and brag to me that you did better? cause jeez it’s like you want my attention or something so i’ll tell you what. i’ve run out of shits to give to you, or anyone for that matter, so why don’t you go fuck off and stop talking to me, because all you do is follow me around and berate me,” you snapped at him. you knew he was probably smart enough to score higher than you but you had too much pride to admit it. 

you watched as he scrunched his nose upon hearing your snappy response. you followed his eyes as they bounced from his folder in hand, to the clock, then to you.

you watched as he simply turned to walk away from the situation itself and away from you. something irked you about the way he didn’t respond to any of your rude distasteful comments and just stood there and took it.

“niki! wait please!” you shouted running after him after a good distance was built between the two of you.

he turned upon hearing your voice, “yeah?”

“im sorry that was really rude. im just stressed about the test, i shouldn’t have gotten pissed at you,” you looked down at the ground feeling guilty.

“i really want to score good this final, if I score about a 95% i can qualify for the chemistry scholarship and..” you continued, mumbling at the end.

you never saw him this up close, but from here you could see his dark brown eyes glowing with some sort of spark as he listened to you talk.

he suddenly reached out and brushed the strand of hair that fell in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear as you started to continue talking about the scholarship. 

“sorry it was just in your face, hope you don’t mind,”

you felt your face flush with pink from the gesture as you blinked a couple times taking in what had just happened. “i-i um, yeah no worries,” you managed to stutter out avoiding eye contact with the tall boy. 

he looked to his right at the clock, and finally spoke again, “you should probably get to lunch with your friends or something, or go back to studying for finals if you want valedictorian,” a soft smile fell on his face. an expression unfamiliar to you, especially on him. 

“even though you know I’ll score higher than you anyways,” he continued, the familiar smug smirk forming on his face. you rolled your eyes like always upon hearing him say something snarky or pretentious. 

you let off a small snort at his words and turned to take your leave. running to catch up to karina who looked annoyed at waiting for you so often.

“come on ____, you always take forever bickering with niki. hey why are you blushing like a school girl,”. you wanted to tell her your interaction with niki just now but decided to refrain, maybe it was just a one off thing. either way it’d be your little secret.

“nothing, just flustered from the test that’s all,” you said starting to walk to lunch. you took one look behind you to find niki staring at you. 

as you made eye contact, he mouthed something but unfortunately for you, you sucked at reading lips, especially from this far away. 

─── ♡

you bit your bottom lip in a nervous wreck. today would be the day you got your chemistry test back. unmotivated to go to class, you dragged your feet to your locker. karina rolled her eyes at this display tired of dealing with your shit.

“im sure you did fine, you couldn’t have bombed it that bad, for fucks sake you pulled an all nighter,” 

“yeah but you know she’s the toughest grader out of all the chem teachers,” you complained as you continued to chew on your bottom lip. 

you slowly clicked the numbers on your lock in order, pulling down the lock to open it. you swung the locker door open to grab your chemistry notebook. taking your notebook out, you found a note with a $20 bill clipped to it.

you furrowed your eyes in confusion. wiping the sleep out of your eyes just to make sure your eyes didn’t deceive you. you reached your right hand in to grab it holding your notebook on the left. 

“the same person left me free money and a note,” you called out to karina who stood behind you waiting. 

“yeah yeah that’s nice, now hurry up, the bell is gonna ring on us”

you swatted your hand at karina. “just go ahead i still need to lock my locker up,” karina nodded and ran off towards the classroom. 

you looked back at the note clipped to the $20 bill in confusion.

im sure you did well, treat yourself after school to something nice.

you looked around to see if anyone was around you as if the person who wrote the note was going to be right there. you looked right and left and saw the empty halls, indicated you probably should get to class.

“shouldn’t you be at class miss wannabe valedictorian,” a low voice rang behind you.

you whipped your head around to find the familiar face raising his eyebrows at your presence in the empty halls.

“yeah i would be but i have a secret admirer that decided to leave me $20 in my locker today,” you responded back with an annoyed tone. so much for a “nice” niki, you thought to yourself. maybe yesterday had just been a one off.

“you really think $20 and candy means you have a secret admirer,” he rolled his eyes. he looked at the ticking clock soon to ring. he crossed his arms raising one eyebrow at your ‘logic’.

“what else am I supposed to think?” you paused for a moment. “wait howd you know about the candy?” you asked. you furrowed your brows again looking up at the boy. 

you saw his eyes looking towards the ticking clock, and realized you should probably get to class. whatever you thought. hes probably just a creep who saw me take out candy yesterday. 

─── ♡

you walked into class and slid into your seat, once again feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. you saw niki walk in through the door soon after not even sparing a glance towards you. no smug smile, not even sticking his tongue out at you in retaliation.

“class, i must say, i’m quite disappointed with your test scores this final, many of you will have to stay after class or take summer courses to earn credit for this class” your teacher started. this only amplified your stress but all you could do was sit there and watch as she handed out tests to the rest of your classmates.

you listened as she called your name up to get your test. you quickly got up to grab it and turned it over avoiding the red mark in the top right of your test with your score.

once she finished handing out tests she made her way to the front of the class.

“as always, i’d like to give attention to our top 3 scorers,”

you waited in anticipation as she grabbed a slip of paper from her desk. 

“our third highest scorer for this test was karina,” your friend held her hand to her mouth in shock. she turned to you with surprise as you cheered for her.

“our second highest scorer for this test was niki” your teacher stated plainly. you heard a holler from the back of the class from his friends.

“of course, our top scorer was  _____ with full marks and extra credit,” she announced. your eyes widened hearing this and you finally flipped your test over to find no red marks apart from a ‘100/100 +2 extra credit’ written on the front.

you clasped hands with karina in excitement. you turned around and locked eyes with niki. you stuck your tongue out to mock him as payback for how much he bragged to you, to which he shrugged.

─── ♡

later that day, you made your way to the student store to buy an ice cream with the $20 your secret admirer had given you.

the student managing the store, gave a second by mistake, stressed by the crowd at the store.

you looked around seeing if there was anyone you could give it to and there you saw niki. sitting alone. which was unusual considering this was the boy who was constantly crowded by people for his good looks, or athletic ability, or sometimes even academic ability.

you approached him with a soft smile. “thanks for motivating me to do better on the test. or at least to do better than you,” you said, holding out the second ice cream bar.

he looked up at you in confusion, then to the ice cream bar. he slowly reached out, taking the bar cautiously. 

“this isn’t poisoned or anything right?” he asked slowly unwrapping the bar. you rolled your eyes at the question which he took as a no.

“thanks for motivating me too. i guess.” he said, taking a bite into the cold stick of ice cream. you watched as he ate the bar quietly, his eyes falling to the floor while he ate.

“truce?” you asked. he looked up at you in confusion, blinked a couple times then nodded.

the two of you figured it was about time you exchanged numbers considering you’d spent all of your high school years competing with each other over grades, and now that it was over you wouldn’t really see each other.

─── ♡

over the course of the next few weeks, you found more and more gifts inside your locker whenever you opened it. it got to the point where you could practically expect to see something there.

you walked out of class your class to find niki standing outside waiting.

“why are you here?” you questioned. this was one of the few periods you had that you didn’t share with him. 

“dunno, I have free period so I figured i could walk you to class or something,” you looked him up and down and found his stance quite relaxed.

“as a thanks for the ice cream of course, don’t think too far into it,” he continued as if to justify his previous answer. he scratched the nape of his neck while looking off to the side . you blinked at him and replied with a short and simple “sure”. you couldn’t tell if you should be thankful or what of this gesture considering it was weeks ago that you gave him ice cream.

the two of you walked to your next class in silence too awkward to say anything. i mean, this was the same boy you bickered with every single day about grades and all of a sudden he wanted to walk you to class? how likely. 

the two of you arrived at your next class at what felt like the pace of a turtle. at the door niki grabbed you by the cuff of your sleeve to the side whilst you tried to enter your class.

“hey um. listen, i have a second ticket for a movie tonight at 7 and my friend canceled on me. i overheard you wanted to watch it with friends so i’m just asking to ask. don’t think im being nice it just kinda worked out this way,” he quickly blurted out. he ran his hand throw his hair, some strands falling in front of his eyes perfectly framing his face.

“yes niki, i’ll go with you, i know how desperately you wanted to go with me,” you joked with a chuckle, putting sarcastic emphasis on ‘desperately’. you could see the shock in his eyes to your response which he quickly masked. 

in honesty you found it cute seeing his expression to your response, the way his eyed fluttered open in shock, and a pink shade rose to his cheeks. wait. niki? cute? you thought to yourself.

“yeah that’s cool or whatever. i can pick you up if you need a ride,” he said.

“sure i’ll text you my address later”

you turned to make your way into class with an undeniable smile on your face.

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later that night you heard the doorbell of your house ring and you saw niki standing beside the car door of an old beat up van. you smiled to yourself as you yelled out to your parents you were leaving. 

you made your way out to the car, if you could even call it that considering how beat up it was. 

“im not taking the nice car for you, you get the beat up one,” he quickly stated, rolling his eyes as you approached the car, knowing damn well it’s the only car he had. you laughed at his snappiness and opened the door for yourself.

on the drive to the theater the two of you entertained small talk, learning more about each other. you learned about his love for dancing in his free time, and how he had a dog named bisco.

at the theater, he ordered two popcorns, and shoved the second one into your arms and when you offered to pay him back he simply responded “don’t think too much into it” and shrugged. you smiled at the gesture.

after the movie ended he offered to drive you back which you gladly accepted as you wouldn’t have to bother your parents. 

the ride back was mostly the same, except this time you saw him in a new light. the way he smiled contently to himself, fully focused on the road ahead. the way the wind from the open window blew softly against his hair. 

when you arrived at your house, he unlocked the door. and walked you to your doorstep.

“thank you for tonight, niki. i really appreciate it.”

“yeah, yeah it’s nothing. you can tell me i’m the best now,” he said smugly, joking around. you rolled your eyes like you always would.

“genuinely though, it was really nice of you,” you reemphasized thanking him again to which he nodded. 

the two of you looked up at the full moon that night, the light radiating strongly. the moon illuminating the stars surrounding it.

“it looks pretty doesn’t it,” you said in awe of the moon, it’s light captivating you.

“you look pretty too,” he said under his breath. you turned to him and he seemed shocked of what came out of his mouth too, to which he sharply inhaled

“what’d you say?” you asked just to make sure you heard him right.

“i said you look shitty,” he said with a flustered expression, as he started to jog off to his car in a panic. 

you saw as he started the engine of his beat up van up and waved to him as he pulled out of your driveway.

“goodnight niki!” you shouted to which he shooed you off through the window. you giggled at the motion and made your way inside your house.

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you were talking with karina as you made to your way to your locker. you opened the lock easily and grabbed your physics notebook to find another note.

“thats what im saying, we should totally go sometime,” you karina said behind you continuing your conversation from earlier.

“yeah for sure, why don’t you start heading to chemistry, i’ll be a bit,” you replied while unfolding the note. she sighed and made her way towards your chemistry class.

you looked down at the note while closing your locker. 

turn around 

you whipped around to find niki standing there. craning over you with a smug look.

“oh we’re back to this already aren’t we,” you said in an annoyed tone, maybe he hadn’t actually changed.

“oh come on, you read the note you should know someone would be behind you,” he said equally annoyed. 

“wait that’s from you? wait..” you questioned. you slowly put the pieces together in your head. he stared at you with a dumbfounded look.

“yeah yeah i’m you’re secret admirer or whatever let’s get that out of the way. ____ i really like you, i’d like to go out with you again tonight,” he confessed holding a bouquet of flowers. 

you looked around in the halls as if to see anyone ready to laugh if this was a joke.

“or tomorrow. or literally whenever you’re free, i’ll take the closest date,” he continued rambling. 

you finally looked up at the boy, his eyes glistening with genuity and a sense of gentleness. 

“tonight works.”

he smiled finally hearing you speak and handed you the flowers. you giggled at the gesture and took them, holding them close.

“cheesy,” you commented while smelling the flowers.

“don’t think too much into it,” he retorted, slinging an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. you blushed at the gesture and looked up at the boy who had seemingly been admiring you for quite a while

it was weird seeing the boy you bickered with every day for years and saw as your rival now holding you by his side smiling with pride. you could get used to it though you thought as you put your head on his shoulder with a satisfied smile.

@ coqhee 2024 - all rights reserved.

[that-starry-freak]

Yknow what? I have to rant about this this has been eating me up for forever. Fuck confessions I'm going to do this here.

I fucking hate old moon

Do I love his sass? Yes. Do I love how Reed plays him most of the time? Yes. Do I love how he interacts with other characters? Yes!

Do I like him as a "person" and for what hes done? Absolutley not. He abused Sun, and when he found out the daycare exploded his first reaction was to be upset because THE STICK HE WOULD ROUTINLY HIT SUN WITH was fucking destroyed. I'm sorry bitch what??? That's disgusting Moon I wish you burned in hell <3

I also absolutely hate that no one saves Nexus

Do I think it was Sun's fault? Absolutely not, he has had way too much shit to deal with. Do I think its Earth's fault? While I think Nexus was absolutely right for calling her out for not being a therapist, she has every right to be upset for him saying he'd kill her. Do I think its the families fault in general? No, Nexus pushed them away and hurt them, they did try.

You know who I do blame? Who should understand Nexus better than anyone? Who even admits partial responsibility for it, and pretty much denies any sort of redemption for Nexus?

Mother fucking Old Moon.

Old moon committed arson. He abused Sun routinely (forcing him to go to dangerous dimensions. Hitting him. Calling him stupid. Having a clear power difference between the two and abusing it). He put his killcode in Sun and is literally the reason Eclipse exists and terrified their family.

But no, Nexus is the one in the wrong. He's the one that will have to do soemthing huge and grovel to be redeemed. Because he threatened the family after having hallucination and literally going insane and mourning his best friend, and feeling like he wasn't good enough and spiraling cause he couldn't bring Solar back, and then joined Dark Sun whos known to be exteemly smart and manipulative. Not Old Moon, who did so much worse. No, he gets to rejoin the family after apologizing and promising to do better (and yes, he is doing better) sure, Sun doesn't forgive him (and im proud of him for admitting that <3 that's very strong of him), but still.

Plus, Nexus is literally the youngest family member. He's a lot younger than Earth and Sun and Moon and Lunar. He isn't Sun's twin, and he isn't Earth's older brother. He is the youngest. And that should be addressed, because that means he is much more immature. He hasn't had all the time to grow up like the rest of them have. Moon has had years to grow as a person. Nexus has had a year.

Anyway, tldr. I dont blame the family for what happened to Nexus, I blame Old Moon

Also sorry for bad spelling or grammar or autocorrect or whatever, I'm not rereading this

ALSO THIS IS NOT FOR DEBATE. I AM RANTING ABOUT MY OPINION, IF YOU DO NOT AGREE, PLEASE JUST SCROLL PAST I DONT HAVE THE ENERGY TO ARGUE. YOU ARE ENTITLED TO YOUR OWN OPINION AND SO AM I ♡♡

[chunniwritesalot]

home - nh27

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! welcome to my 3rd haas related fanfic 😍😍 i think i should be named the nh27 queen by the amount of ff i'm writing about him (not that im complaining... i want to eat this guy...) if you dont follow me, or check my rambles (go follow me PLEASE... im a desperate gal) you wouldn't know that im going to vacation so i wanted to write something super quick before i left. when i get back- TRUST an smau WILL be made, probably for nico because this man is so beautiful 🤗😋 the writing on this is super rushed but i've been out of practice (uni is starting soon PLEASE SEND HELP) because i major in english and BRO i write so many essays that when i get to break i just stop writing all together. my creative writing is SAUR shit because all i write are analysis's and shit like that BUTTTTT im taking a lot of creative writing courses this year (2) so watch out because i might become Shakespeare cw: sad, cursing, you have a son but your gender isn't included, mentions of crashing (obviously, its about the monaco grand prix), mentions of hate, banner is mine but photos aren't, use of yn, bad writing style

other: y/s/n means your son's name! I DIDN'T EDIT THIS SHIT SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES. MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN IM BEGGING YOU REQUEST wc: 682

you didn't watch f1 races because of your love for the sport. in reality, you hated the sport. the loudness, the chaos, the danger. you thought that maybe nico would've finally listened to you, he would retire and you two could finally live... peacefully, that you could live your life not fearing the fact that the love of your life could quite literally die almost every week. you watched those stupid fucking races because nico was your husband, and you would never forgive yourself if you weren't watching and something unspeakable happened. so nico promised you that he would always come home to you, and he would never break that promise.

sometimes you wished you never got involved in this stupid sport, because then maybe you wouldn't find yourself sitting in the haas garage with your 3 year old being restrained in your grip as you watch the screen. everything going in slow motion as the two haas cars and the redbull collide in with eachother. was it bad to say you hoped most of the damage went to kevin or checo? you didn't care, f1 made everyone a bad person. you were sure louise, who was glued right next to you, thought the same thing- that most of the damage went to nico or checo. "shit" you muttered, your son looking up at you. he was too young to know what was happening, but you could tell he was worried.

"its okay love, just an accident." you whispered to him, he wriggled out of your grip to go run around the garage. not that you cared, right now, you were focused on nico and lord, were you fucking mad. mad that he broke his promise to you, mad that he never listened, mad at this fucking sport. you hated nico for this, hated that he sacrificed his entire life to this sport, when he knew that he had a 3-year-old son. when he knew you were waiting for him, and you would never forgive him if he didn't come back. you sat there, arms crossed as nico made his way back to the haas area after getting checked with the medics. you watched as he approached you, a flash of guilt on his face. louise seemed to get the message because she quickly got up from the seat next to you and made her way over to the children as she waited for her own husband. "y/n, i'm sorry." nico cracked out quietly, reaching out his hand to take yours. he grimaced when you snapped your hand away and stiffened at his words. "what if you died?" you spat out, "god nico, i-" tears burned in your eyes, "i hate you." nico watched as you stormed to the bathroom, not bothering to follow you. he knew you needed time to cool off. after a while, you came back, sitting next to your husband again. "even y/s/n was fucking worried." you whispered to him, "nico, you-." nico stayed silent, his gaze never tearing from the TV infront of them, he nodded slowly. "i was thinking about you the entire time." he started, "and i'm *sorry*, i'm so fucking sorry." he slowly turned to you, "i-i would never forgive myself if something happened to me, love. i-" he stopped, reaching out to wipe your tears, "i'm... i know you hate this sport, but- its my..." you shook your head, motioning for him to stop. sure, you hated this sport, but you didn't hate nico. you loved nico, and loving him meant you would always be there with him. even if that meant you had to watch all his stupid grands prix. because as much as you knew nico loved his sport, he loved you more, and nico promised he would always come home to you and y/s/n.

"i..i don't hate you" you said back gently, "i'm sorry." nico cracked a smile, "i know, my love. don't be sorry." he reached out again, and this time? you didn't pull away, because nico kept his promise. he was always going to come home to you.

[mintyeve322]

for anyone concerned by my writing style on my posts that my fic(s) might have no capital letters, random capital letters, or some other issue, i just wanted to clarify i type posts and messages very different from stories.

in stories I'll use proper punctuation, capitalization, spelling, and grammar. (at least to the best of my ability) i just couldn't give two shits about that stuff while I'm rambling here.

just a warning or heads up, haha.

anyway, so that we're on topic, fiddlestan time below the cut.

I think their relationship is pretty quick to take off but slow to be official. i feel like Stan is so starved for affection that she's scared to acknowledge her feelings, especially since affection is sometimes just "platonic girl stuff". don't worry stan, overly affectionate heterosexual female friends drive me insane too.

on Fidd's part, i think she is hesitant to make things official because at first she's not sure if her feelings are genuine or if she's accidentally using Stan, but once she realized thats not it, she's still hesitant to say anything because she doesn't wanna make Stan uncomfortable if she's not right about her feelings.

Fidds is a people pleaser and unhinged as hell before she uses the memory gun, let alone afterwards, so she for sure has made or aquired some crazy shit as gifts for Stan. She for sure has made her at least one robot that malfunctioned and had to be decommissioned, she bought Stan a fish, I'll do some fish research to figure out what kind later but it has some sort of significance, to occupy the empty tank in the shack since Frilliam is lost at sea. She's probably helped Stan make exhibits and made a cryptid up that reminds her of Stan. I feel like she'd get gifts for Stan constantly, and Stan wouldn't know how to act about it because her instinct is to be skeptical of kindness but Fidds was her sister's friend and she hasn't asked Stan for anything in return and she doesn't know why.

Related to Stan's belief that affection is transactional, if Fidds ever gets nervous about the portal or if Stan keeps something from her, like why she got arrested last night or where she found a part and Fidds says she owes Fidds an explanation, Stan will shut down and probably cry in her room for an hour.

Stan is VERY worried that Fidds is gonna reveal one day that she's only there for some sort of payment or gain on her end, and if she even implies that Stan owes her something, Stan will spiral until Fidds is able to figure out the problem and apologize, even if she agrees that she does owe Fiddleford something for all she's done.

Related to this, there's probably a period of time where Fidds is working really hard, to the bone, for Stan. She hates not feeling useful and may have hit a road block she's trying to push through or something, and when Stan tells her to take a break, she interprets it as a sarcastic "just let me do it, idiot" comment and not the "please take a break im worried about you" way stan intended it, due to the fact Ford, with her one track mind, has been harsh to her in that way before.

Fidds is apologetic and swears she's almost got it she just needs more time and please don't maker her leave she promises she can do it, and Stan has to basically grab her, look her in the eyes, and tell her she just needs to take a break and come back later. Fidds says she just wants to be useful for Stan, and Stan tells her she doesn't care if she's useful, she just needs her there and burning herself out working on the project is not worth it. they have a long conversation about how even if fidds never worked on the project again Stan would still want her around and its sad and fluffy.

also a thing where stan gets frustrated and implies Fidds isnt useful and has to comfort her and insist that isn't what she meant because it genuinely wasn't what she meant agh i love miscommunication hurt/comfort

idk im rambling and i feel like we're all so busy unpacking Stan's trauma we forget that Fidds has very real trauma from her work with Ford that has plenty of hurt/comfort potential as well.

[floofeh-purpi]

Getting isekai'd?! (Part 7)

Sagau! Genshin Fatui x Gn! Reader (ft. Your bsf)

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@justmare @mc-cos-charm @keirennyx

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A/N: Happy 50 followers, fluffballs! 🤩🙌

Warnings: Y/b/f/n and you, mentions of blood, Childe is a simp for you now, cursing, grammar or spelling issues, shorter than my lifespan.

【Part 6】

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Yea. Bro ended up fainting. Its not his fault that you're so pretty ok?!

You ended up being the one carrying him to your room since Y/b/f/n said hes too heavy for them, and much to your surprise, he's actually pretty light! :D (bae you do sports but shhhhhh)

"How long do you think it'll be until he wakes up?" Y/b/f/n crossed their arms, silently and mentally fuming about how he was the one being carried instead of them, but you didnt notice since you were making sure bro was comfy. "I bet 5 bucks he'll wake up in like an hour or sum shit like that." You shrugged.

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"Guys where the fuck is Childe?" Damsellete played with her hair "That little shit is late for the meeting."

"The eleventh said to me that he's giving y/b/f/n a visit." The tsaritsa replied with a sigh.

"Bro yk what? Lets start the meeting w/o him."

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You almost thought that you felt your soul leaving you when Childe was groaning as he was starting to wake up. "Did I ascend to Celestia or some shit like that?"

"Bitch no you didnt die." Y/b/f/n replied bluntly.

"Bro im hungr—" you were cut off by your bsf.

"Bae dw ima get you some food!" Y/b/f/n had a happy smile as they left the room. Welp, its just two of you guys here now... As much as you wanna play on your phone rn, you knew you werent prepared being bombarded with questions of "WhAt Is ThAt" by the ginger...

"...Your Grace?" Oh shit. He found out.

"...What the f—"

"Who did that to you?" Tartaglia's eyes immediatly darkened as he gestured towards your bandaged foot that was now seeping golden blood. You had to explain to him you accidentally dropped the glass on your foot and shit.

"Oh wait..."

"?"

"I FORGOT TO CHANGE MY BANDAGES AGA—"

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THIS IS SHORTER THAN MY LIFESPAN 😰

【Part 8】

Published: July 3 2024. 4:14pm.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Down Time with the Creepypasta Guys

Another short thing to burn some time!! I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes :(!! Its v cold in my room rn and I'm shivering <\3

Slenderman;

Really, when the two of you have time together, with norhing to do, he mostly just goes along with whatever you want to do

Something tells me he'd much rather study and observe you, but I also feel like he'd join in whatever activity to humor you

Reading? Movies? Games? He won't turn you down if you ask politely

Dont expect him to go out in broad daylight with you, though

His favorite activities to do with you by far are reading, but he also enjoys slow dancing with you

Even just holding you and swaying is enough

Almost makes both of you forget he's a monster

Eyeless Jack;

Another one that's down with whatever you want to do

I feel like right off the bat Jack would want to stick with something simple, that doesn't take too much energy

If you bring something to his cabin that can play movies, he'll pull himself close to you and melt into your side

He may even sling an arm across your torso, if he feels confident enough that you won't freak out

Since I hc he lives out in the woods, he won't mind taking you around for a walk; as long as the weather isn't too bothersome and you don't run off and get hurt

Don't expect him to play games like tag with you

Laughing Jack;

Now this guy? Real funny guy

You two would probably get up to the stupidest shit tbh

He seems like the type to engage in friendly roast battles, not sure why

You two could spend hours poking fun at each other like this

Obviously you introduce him to comedy shows and skits, and generally show him things you find funny

If he wasn't an 8 foot tall clown he would LOVE to go to a fair or carnival with you, hell! He'd probably enjoy places like chuck e cheese

He seems the type to go bonkers over those places

Tim (Masky);

This is all assuming that you don't know about his whole proxy thing, since that's how I wrote the Christmas scenario a few days ago, so for the time being I'm sticking with that unless the prompt says otherwise!! So!!

Sleep

Lots and lots of sleep

He'll get red in the face if you bring it up, but he's a huge cuddlebug

Constantly holding some part of you during your nap sessions

Hand. Arm. Torso. Leg. Wrist. If he can get his hands on it, he's holding it

Will end up snuggling into you even if you two are sleeping on opposite sides of the bed

If you two really want to, you may go out and catch a movie, or go out to eat

Another thing you two often do is tend to the wounds that appear on his body when he's away... he seems to get stressed when he can't recall where they came from

Brian (Hoodie);

The park is probably his go to place to unwind

Watching clouds, feeding the birds, maybe walking along a trail or two

He wants to just.. chill, much like how Tim does, but he's far more willing to go outside than Tim

Though, he's not against staying in for the afternoon and doing a couples activity

He seems like the type to enjoy cooking and baking

Idk why

Matching aprons

Maybe he'll hug you from behind n guide your hands during it

Not to make you feel bad or that you're doing it wrong!!

He wants to be close to you, is all

And thars another one done!! Sorry if it's a little dry <\3 im trying to scrape my brain for ideas but I'm drawing blanks <\3

If there's any creepypastas you want me to add to my base list let me know!! If I'm comfy with adding them I'll add them!!

[blackangelism]

hi everyone so this user hates my guts with her whole heart BUT the ask was mentioning me (see my pinned post) so i needed to.

THAT POST IS CAMP.

let me explain.

camp : A sensibility that revels in artifice, stylization, theatricalization, irony, playfulness, and exaggeration rather than content.

when i post stuff like that (i do admire pelle a lot irl, but im talking about those posts specifically), im NOT BEING SERIOUS. im playing a role which adds to an aestheticism, an image, in my head. he was a wonderful artist and i find a lot of comfort within him because i struggle with a lot of similar things, but in all actuality, i dont think im his anything (i actually know for a fact he'd either hate me or just not care).

@pe11e0hlins-realwife sort of scared to tag you because i know you dont like me in the slightest, but i thought i should because i do like you actually. i really want you to be happy. sure, i think what you do is fucking extreme, but that doesn't subtract from the fact that you're a human who deserves love and happiness. i sincerely hope you get better and maybe we can be civil and bond over struggles.

anyways, here's the rant, a.k.a me being petty as fuck (seperate section for actual rational stuff and now here's the section for me being my age)

the joke of the millenia is calling me a coquette blog. BABYGIRL if you think IM coquette then im sorry you need a grasp on coquettes first to throw around that term. SECOND yes im grammar and spelling police i have admitted that multiple times and its something I just can't help: pet peeves, ever heard of them?

also, suicide and self harm and depression are VERY serious topics. i am a self harmer and i am depressed—that is something i find similar in me and pelle which is why i find him and his art comforting. because it reminds me that im not alone. ffs.

AND ALSO i... dont even post about lana del rey a lot...? i used to, but i dont anymore. people change. ever heard that?

BUT HONESTLY OMG the way you said to uhm... i dont know her name but the girl i tagged up above, that she's starting to think she's me (no offense to you honey the asker is simply shitty that we should castrate or smth) MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A CELEBRITY OMG TYSM BABE

anywaysss im done with this shit < 3

EVERYONE take care of yourself. I LOVE YOU and even if you hate me, i most likely do not hate you back. and i hope everyone now understands what personas, pet peeves and camp is. you learn smth new everydayyyy

mwah.

[stevetrefor]

This is fanfiction where Abe got a peculiar child, and since in canon Franklyn felt like Abe neglected them, this a story from Franklyn's perspective and a dribble of a comic that was drawn before this short story was written and is not finished. Next story will be from Alice's point of view

Disclaimer: Forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes, as English is not my first language. And if this story is shit, I aslo apologize. And im not good at drawing from perspectiv or bodies, so my drawings are also not the best

Franklyn POV

As long as I can remember, Dad has always loved Alice more than me and Susan.

Why? To this day I still wonder.

He would often bring Alice with him on his many trips. I remember I would beg Dad to bring me too, and that just ended in disaster and nightmare for a month, yet he kept bringing Alice with him.

Alice, father‘s favorite. What was so special about Alice? What could she do that we couldn't? She was weird, she had peculiar opinions and did strange things.

When I was younger I was so jealous of Alice and all the attention dad gave her. In a way, I still am, even as an adult. The way Dad mourned her, I can't help to wonder if he would mourn me and Susan as much if we died.

Still, I do regret how I treated her when we were younger. Mocery, pettiness, and resentment. Mocking her for being dad's favorite when I myself wished even an ounce of that attention. Not helping her when she asked, and resenting her for taking Dad's attention and love.

She and Dad have always been quite… Peculiar. I guess that's what they had in common. Or perhaps me and Susant just weren't good enough.

Then when she was 16 she suddenly left for France, apparently having enough of Dad and his ways, whatever that meant. Parts of me can't help to wonder if I too was a reason for her leaving. Years later I got news of her death, but the strange thing was that I didn't feel as much sadness or grief as I should.

Sure she was my baby sister but to me Dad and Alice were strangers. A sad thing to realize but it's the truth. My father the man who was supposed to be my role model and hero, was a man I felt only had children because he had to, to compensate for his family. And Alice my baby sister, the one I as a big brother was supposed to protect and keep safe. They say her death was a tragic accident, that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

My sister was killed in a freak accident still I don't feel anything. She was my sister yet I didn't even know her, not really.

I never truly knew who she was or what she and Dad did, or anything about her. Now she is dead and all that I'm left with is storys about her that i was told by other people. And it makes me angry, sad and fills me with guilt that I never got the chance to get to know my own baby sister.

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 6. 02 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I lean my head against the wall letting out a sigh. I need to be alone, after what Ji-su told me earlier today.

I hadn't seen Miss Im yesterday evening. The kids and Mister Han were okay and here, but she wasn't. I wanted to ask Ji-su or Jae-heon about it, but they were both already asleep when I came back from guarding the door.

In fact, everyone was already asleep except Eun-hyuk, Jae-hwan who had to go take over guard duty from me, and Sang-Wook.

I think.

I hadn't seen them sleeping with the others, but he didn't seem the type to sleep among them. My best guess is that he's somewhere on the first floor sleeping.

I didn't want to sleep now. I was tired of everything that had happened, but I was scared I would have a nightmare again.

So I just sat in the hallway all night. I finally found Ji-su the next morning. Her face changed when I mentioned Miss Im and asked where she was.

She was hesitant to tell me, but eventually, she did. She had turned. When we went downstairs she had turned in the bathroom. Ji-su told me that she didn't hurt anyone and that she was actually harmless to others.

I could feel myself choking up while my eyes began to burn from the tears that wanted to come out. I wanted to know more.

I wanted to know what happened and if she wasn't in pain, but looking at Ji-su I could tell that she didn't know much as well.

The only ones I could ask were Mister Han, Hyun-su, or the kids. I didn't want to ask the kids. I don't even think they let them see her.

Mister Han was busy making sure every entrance was secure and safe, so I didn't have to change to ask him. The only one who was left was Hyun-su, but he had left this morning to go upstairs.

Just like me, it seemed like he didn't sleep well or at all. I wanted to yell at Eun-hyuk to give him a break, but that would change nothing, so I just gave him a death glare when he looked at me.

I began to even get more angry when I found out that the residents gave him more work. They had given him a list of things that he had to bring with him when he came downstairs.

So not only is he risking his life for supplies so that we could survive, but now he's also risking his life for stupid shit.

After watching the door close behind Hyun-su I needed a break from everyone or it wouldn't end well for any of us.

“So this is the place you have been hiding.”

I looked up and saw Eun-yu standing in the closet doorway.

I shrug my shoulders before speaking up.

“It’s better for everyone if I sleep here. I don’t want to annoy anyone by waking them up if I have a nightmare.”

I asked Eun-hyuk if I could stay here at night. Like I explained to Eun-yu I told him that I don’t want to scream everyone awake. I know that they didn’t know about my nightmares, but I rather tell them than if they have to find out when I actually scream at night.

“I got scolded at when I wanted to sleep somewhere else,” Eun-yu said with a sigh before sitting down next to me.

It’s not like I’m having a room for myself. This was just a little walk-in closet that had some stuff in it. It had enough space for me to lay in, but that’s it.

"Why do you have that 'I'm angry.' look on your face?"

I look at Eun-yu with from brows.

"What are you talking about?"

She sat down beside me before answering.

"You always had that look on your face when someone makes you angry and you want to kill them." I rolled my eyes letting out a sigh.

"Because I am angry and want to kill people."

She nodded her head looking away from me.

"Is one of those people my brother?"

I looked at her with an 'are you kidding me look.'

"Don't look at me like that. You have my blessing to kill him though. Besides I understand why you would want to."

I pressed my lips together debating if she was serious or not about killing him, but I don't think she really wanted that.

"Yes," I answer looking back outside.

I felt her move beside me before answering.

"What?" She asked confused.

"Yes, your brother is one of them."

I could hear her click her tongue, but it was silent after that. Which was odd for Lee Eun-yu. I looked at her to see what she was doing, but she was just looking in front of her. I could see on her face that she was in deep thought.

I wanted to open my mouth to ask her what was bothering her when she beat me to it.

"So, are we gonna talk about those pictures?"

I turn to her surprised that she brought up those pictures. Only Sang-Wook and Eun-hyuk had seen them.

"How do you know about those?" I whisper.

"I found them in the office. I wanted to ask my brother about them thinking that they were his, but seeing that they were taking like the person was hiding while taking them I don't think my brother took them." She explains looking intensely at me and making me look away.

She is right about the hiding part.

"Besides my brother is maybe weird, but not this weird."

A little laugh escaped my lips before I shook my head looking at her.

"It wasn't him." I pause for a second letting out a sigh.

"It was Yoon-jae. He took them."

"That creep from 802?! I know that he was a pervert. That explains why that gangster killed him. I knew he had a good reason." She spoke looking away from me to think.

"That was not the only reason he killed him. There were pictures of little girls." A grimacing expression appeared on her face when those words left my mouth.

"Some were just normal pictures but others were them beaten up, tortured, and dead. He killed those innocent kids. I don't know how Sang-wook knew, but he did."

I wanted to talk with Sang-wook about it and thank him for what he did, but I hadn't seen him. Also, I don't know if he even wants to talk about it or me. He doesn't seem the person to talk much

"I took this from the security room. I didn't know if you would have wanted this or not. I had thought that maybe you would have wanted to destroy them yourself." Eun-yu took the pictures out, handing them to me after that she stood leaving me alone to think.

It felt wrong to hold them and I wanted to rip them apart or burn them the moment I had a chance.

Nevertheless, looking at them now I don't want to destroy them all.

The pictures of me with other people I actually wanted to keep. In times like this everyone can die in just a snap of a finger, so why would I throw something away that would remind me of them?

Besides the pictures of Eun-yu and the kids, there were also pictures of me with Miss An at the store. She was smiling at me while I gave her one of her favorite foods I had gotten from my job.

She didn't always have the chance to eat it because of her husband, so when she mentioned it one time I knew I had to get her some from my job.

In another picture, it was Ji-Su and I coming back from work with our guitar and bass cases on our backs and some takeout in our hands.

Even though it was late and we were exhausted we were still smiling.

Another picture showed me and Eun-hyuk talking while waiting on the elevator. Then there was a picture of me standing in front of Mister Han at his doorway. I must have probably helped him by bringing some stuff to his apartment.

All those pictures actually made me smile. The time I had lived here was the best time of my life. It doesn't seem much or just ordinary to everybody else, but for me, it was peaceful and I was genuinely happy for the first time in my life.

It's just sad that it didn't last long.

My smile disappeared when I took the next pictures. It was a picture of Miss Im. She had just come back from a walk with her so-called baby when I came back from the store.

We began to talk while we walked to the elevator. My finger moved over her face and I could feel a tear running down my cheek.

I didn't have much time to grieve when the sound of a whistle came from somewhere on the floor. After putting the photos in the pocket of my dress I jump up taking my axe from beside me.

Eun-hyuk had told me I needed to carry it around with me just in case something happened. When I came around the corner I saw Eun-hyuk running out of the security office with a bat and the others were standing all together on the other side.

I moved forward trying to get a glimpse of whatever the monster was. Slowly, a long-haired look figure came from around the corner. It was moaning and groaning, but it didn't seem like a threat to me.

Sang-Wook was about to take a step forward when Miss An stopped him.

"It's my husband. I have to do this." She walked toward him with the steel pipe tightly in her hands.

"Pull yourself together, Kim Seok-Hyeon." It was the first time I heard that tone in her voice.

She wasn't afraid of him like she was before.

"Kim Seok-Hyeon"

Her voice was louder than before when he came closer and closer.

"Pull yourself together!" She now yelled before swinging the steel pip at him.

For a second I thought that it didn't affect him, even when that horrible sound went through me when the pip made contact with his head.

It did stop him from moving.

"You're back." Her voice sounded cold and without any regret from hitting him.

"Do you have any last words?" I could hear him breathing hard, but after a while, a voice came through the mop of hair.

"Please kill me. And."

It took him a second to say it and the word that came out of his mouth was a surprise and one I had never heard him say before.

"I'm sorry."

Miss An. Let out a cry before swinging the pip down at him. This time it did hurt him. A shiver ran down my spine when I could hear it go through his head.

Even when he fell down on the floor Miss An didn't stop. I had seen and heard a lot of horrid things these past couple of days, but for some reason, a chill ran up my spine when I heard her hitting him.

At some point, I had closed my eyes turning my head to the side. She's killing her husband. Yes, he was a horrible person who deserved to die like this, but still, it made me think.

If I could end up like this in the future. Just because I have some control of it now doesn't mean I will forever.

Just yesterday I attacked Eun-hyuk without actually trying or realizing it. Could the people here easily kill me as Miss An could kill him?

Would it be one of the residents of don't really care about me? Or Eun-hyuk, he is serious about protecting everyone, so would it be easy for him to kill me?

If they really had to would Ji-su or Jae-heon do it?

Mister Han?

The kids?

Or Hyun-su....

Would he kill me if they asked him?

Or.... Could I kill him if he turned and hurt someone?

'I can guarantee they will kill you the first moment they have a chance." My hands turned into fists when I heard the voice again in my head.

Shut up.

'Just wait and see. They are just the same as the people in the orphanage. Only thinking about their own wishes and desires without caring who gets hurt in the process.'

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt someone brushing past me making me open my eyes.

To my surprise, Hyun-su had returned.

He was looking down at the scene just as intently as I was.

Is he thinking the same things as me?

My eyes followed his figure while he wobbled back to the room. To be locked up and alone.

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[bropunzeling]

as someone who also hates (!!!) the editing process do you perhaps have any tips to share? 😿

you 🤝 me

im not sure how helpful these tips will be to you, but here's my two cents:

so you finished your first draft. yay you have a draft! a messy, incomplete one? aren't they all! feel free to coast on finishing for at least twenty-four hours. you want to vibe in the still writing, not editing phase. otherwise i (at least) start feeling discouraged and overwhelmed, instead of pleased that at least i have a starting point.

try to think about the goals of the editing process before you even open the doc. for some fic, it can just be a general spelling & grammar & removing repetition & fixing weird errors check (what's a weird error? one time in a first draft a character finished her beer three times in six paragraphs. that's a weird error). for others, you may need to check that the vibes feel right, or the pacing seems appropriate, or the world building is internally consistent. write down your goals in a notes app note or a comment! that way when you go in, you aren't overwhelmed; you know what you're trying to do

as you do a first pass, don't be afraid to leave shit for later. i constantly highlight sentences or paragraphs or half a scene and leave a comment like, "fix somehow" and then move on. often the way to make it better will strike me ten or twenty or fifty pages later. it's better to have momentum than get stuck on one frustrating sentence.

at some point, you have to stop word smithing. not because every sentence is perfect, but because you're going to annoy yourself if you keep trying to figure out why something doesn't flow right. done is better than good, and if you are planning on using a beta, they might be able to pinpoint the issue

don't be afraid to cut things. put them in a comment and keep it to the side if you don't want to lose the words. half the time you don't need them!

you've finished a first pass! this is generally when i call in a beta for anything over 5k. tell them what you're looking for when they read it over! this time, im probably going to ask things about pacing, relationship development, world building, if there are any moments where something comes across weird and not in a way i intended. sometimes, it's just line editing. you'll know what you need.

you've addressed their edits! my last and final process is something my pal ohtemporas suggested: use ctrl f and look for "filler words" - words that make your sentences less direct and immediate. things like "just," "a little," "still," "feels like". it's going to be mortifying. you don't have to cut them all, either!!!! but you'll be amazed what it does to make you really think about what you're trying to convey

at some point, you just gotta be done. this is fic. it will never be perfect. it doesn't have to be! go forth and hit publish

i hope this is at all helpful!!!! and you don't have to do all of it!!!!! at the heart of it, this is fic, and community, and stuff we do for love (and comments). it's nice to check for spelling and grammar errors (or at least i think so!), but anything else is gravy.

[mccookiemonster]

Franklin Saint x Black reader

Hello, this is my first story. I'm kinda of nervous about this but I wanted to see more Snowfall stories so I decided to make one. Please excuse my grammar mistakes and spelling.

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This book will be about the relationship between Franklin and YN. This story will be toxic and it will include things like cheating, drugs, gangs, pregnancy, murder, and more. I'm just going to give you a little heads up if you like melody. I'm sorry but she’s going to be a bit of a bitch.

Chapter 1 Franklin and YN have been together since high school but they have been on and off again over the years. When they were off Franklin would hop from girl to girl making his way through the whole city. Once people found out that Franklin and YN were on a break, men would try to get with her because she is the finest woman in the city. YN would just flirt with different guys to make Franklin mad. Most of the time it works but sometimes it wouldn’t and Franklin would just laugh in her face. The one girl that Franklin would always go to when Franklin and YN is Melody. She was the main reason for all their fights. She was deeply in love with Franklin and wanted to be his one and only but YN would never let that happen nor would Franklin. He's too in love with YN and YN is deeply in love with him too. Melody and YN didn’t always hate each other in fact they used to be best friends in high school until one day YN found out that Melody was trying to sleep with Franklin. After she found out she went to Melody’s house and beat her asss.

After Franklin was released from jail the first person he went to see was you. He made sure that you were the first to see him and let you know that he was ok and how much he missed you VERY much and wanted you to know that by thrusting in and out of you with your face is buried in your pillow, and your ass is raised to the top, his cock is pushing deep into your pussy, “gosh I missed you so much” Franklin grunts, listening to your moans, “fuck— you look so beautiful” Franklin pulls your hair, you arch your back and create the perfect angle that his cock rests further into your wet cunt, “Franklin! Ahh—”.

You moved your arm to reach Franklin’s hips to slow his thrust down. He grabbed your arm and pinned it behind your back going faster, “ don’t try to run now, take this dick”. “im cu- cumminggg-”. You moaned into the sheets.

“Good girl, cum for me f-fuckkk” Franklin

You both moaned as you came. Franklin pulled out and laid out on the bed, you doing the same."shit" Franklin said with a little chuckle.

"That was fun," you said, turning on your side to look at him. He moved the hair out of your face and sweat out of your brow.

"I missed you beautiful"

“I missed you too” and you leaned in for a kiss. The sound of lips smacking and heavy breathing filled the room until the sound of Franklin’s pager went off. You groaned as he pulled away to see who it was.

“Stayyyy you just got here” you said as you threw your head back.

“I can't, it's important” he said while getting dressed.

“Whatever” you said with attitude and rolled your eyes as you sat up holding the blanket to your naked body.

He walked over to you and tilted your head up to make you look at him, “Hey, watch it. I'll be back later ok”.

“Ok” you said quietly looking deep in his eyes.

And with that he left out the door. You got up and made your way to the shower. You turned the water on and waited for it to get hot, while doing so you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw all the hickeys Franklin left on you. “Fucking asshole”. O

Once the water was hot you got in and started washing your body thinking about what you were going to wear to Jerome's grand opening. After the shower you lotioned your body with shea butter and vanilla lotion. You put on this https://www.pinterest.com/pin/973059063219880304/ and did your hair and makeup. After getting ready you heard your grandma come back from the store and put the groceries on the kitchen table. You walked out and greeted her.

“Hey gran” you said walking over and kissing her cheek.

“Hey ba- now what the hell do you have on”

“Clothes…”

“Barely, you got all your tits out and your ass sticking out the bottom of yo-”

“GRANDMA” you shouted with a smile on your face.”

“I'm just saying, you all dressed up like them corner hookers”

“Ok I get it. Did you make that pie for Jerome’s opening?”

“Yes baby it’s sitting in the oven”

“Thanks, I’ll be back later tonight” You took the pie out the oven and kissed the top of gran’s head as you walked out.

“Bye baby, have fun and be safe you hear!” She shouted

“I will, love you” you shouted back. You walked to your car and placed the pie in the passenger seat and drove off to Jerome's. While pulling up you could hear the music blasting and the smell of barbecue filling the streets. You parked and got out of the car and made your way into Jamming Jerome’s. Once you got in you greeted everyone as you made it through the crowd looking for Jerome and Louie but mostly Franklin. You finally found them went up to say hello.

“Heyyyy ya’lll” You said while going for a hug with Louie.

“Heyyyy girl I haven’t seen you in so long!” she said while hugging you walking back and forth.

“I know we need to catch up, a little girl time”

“Not too much girl time I hope” Jerome said with a straight serious face that then turned to a playful smile and laugh.

“I don’t know we might” you said in a playful teasing tone while hugging Jerome. Y'all all laughed as Cissy and Franklin.

“YN it’s so nice to see you!How have you been?” Cissy said while giving you a hug with a bright smile on her face.

“I'm good. I'm soooo happy to see you!

“How’s your grandma doing, is she still going to bingo night down at the casino?”

“Yes she never misses a day”

“That's good, I need to stop by and catch up her and hopefully get one of her pies” “Oh shit, I left the pie she made in the car. I’ll be back” As you walked away you grabbed Franklin’s hand and dragged him with you to your car. You got to the car and you leaned back on it with your arms crossed. “You just gonna stand there are you are going to say something”

“My bad, I'm just trying to figure out what the hell you got on” he said with a little laugh.

“Clothes” said with some attitude.

“Come on don’t be like that, you look good” stepping close to you while putting his hands on your hips pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck leaning in closer almost face to face “really…” you looked up at him with a small smile forming on your lips.

“Mhm” he said leaning in kissing you. “Yoo you two done over there!” Leon yelled from the door with all his friends. The two of you pulled away smiling and you stuck your middle finger up at Leon.

“Oo come on YN don’t be like that!” Leon yelled, laughing. Franklin walked towards Leon and dabbed him up and walked inside. You grabbed the pie and walked inside. As you walked inside you saw Franklin talking to who you thought was Leon but as you got closer you saw it was Melody and they looked awfully close, a little too close for your liking. As you walked up you see Melody looking you up and down with a stank face. You pushed her out of the way and shoveled the pie in Franklin's face, smearing it all over his face. “ Fuck you Franklin, you lying piece of shit!” You yelled. Everyone around oooo'd and oh shit as you walked out.

“COME ON FRANKLIN NOT MY PIE!” Jerome yelled as he watched the pie drop from Franklin’s face. You speed walked to your car and drove back home heated.

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That's the end of the first chapter!!! This took way longer than it should have to write but it's done. I hope you all liked it!! See you next chapter!! Please excuse spelling and grammar mistakes. Like Comment

[fishermanshook]

MY DUMBASS DELETED THE FUCKING REQUEST IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

anyways…

yan!mercenary who’s like Kafka x gn!reader

I’m so sorry but I literally have never played LC before 😭😭😭, grammar and spelling warning!

The Mercenary is a cold and selfish person who had killed many in the past. His heart is as cold as ice and would’ve stayed that way if he never had gone to the manor.

If he had never met you.

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What do you do when you fall in love? When your head over heals? Probably not gaslight, guilt trip, and possibly kill over it. Right?

But Naib Subedar has never been in love, nor has he (probably) ever seen it. So when you manage to befriend him (despite the handful of people who told you not to…) you hadn’t realized what you were getting yourself into.

He enjoys teasing and flirting with you just to see what kind of reaction you give him. Seeing if you’ll get all defensive (which he loves) or if you’ll go beet red in the face (which he adores).

He LOVES showing off and managing to impress you. He carried you to the exit gate once because you were hurt and he “didn’t want you to get injured more then you already were”. You were all red and trying to cover your face with your hands and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. You mumble a little “thank you” before he puts you down to enter in the code to the gate. He’s got a smirk plastered on his face as he leaves with your hand in his.

When this man gets obsessed, he gets OBSESSED. And while I’m sure that you can say that about any yandere, Naib wouldn’t hesitate to pull out all the stops on trying to get you to himself.

He thinks that this is just him showing how much he loves and care about you. How he adores you and you alone. How nobody could ever replace you, and that you’ve stolen his heart and are keeping it captive. The Mercenary doesn’t know the difference.

He’s possessive, obviously. Assuming that you don’t have a clique or many close friends in the manor, he won’t hesitate to spread rumors. Saying that he overheard one of your friends say something negative about you, and that you should probably drop them.

Wouldn’t waste a second if he had to kill someone. When he sees you getting too close with someone, their a goner.

You soon realize that all of your friends/crushes are either dead or don’t wanna go near you in fear of getting killed themself. The only person who you can interact with nowadays is Naib, who would’ve guessed!!!

But by the time you notice, it’s too late. Naib’s got you all to himself now. And with everyone else who’s left him in his life (either willingly or unwillingly…) he won’t let you go so easily. No, not this time and not the next.

Not till death does thy part.

note: hahaha get it? cause they can’t die??? hahahaha so funny!!! (also I am SO sorry again I did NOT mean to delete this persons request) (also this request was total shit IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭) (I really hope this person sees it and likes it)

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