#jgg

[dentaduraderubi]

Se dice mucho que cuando la vida cierra una puerta, abre una ventana. Pero creo que eso no es verdad. Cuándo la vida cierra una puerta, es mejor que la deje cerrada. Que las cosas que tengan que morir, mueran. Que las memorias que tengan que desvanecerse, lo hagan. Que todo lo que se tenga que acabar, acabe. Porque cuando el fénix resucita de las cenizas, que no sean un par de pensamientos lo que hagan que se prenda en llamas de nuevo. Que cuando finalmente sea libre, no sean un par de recuerdos sueltos los que hagan que vuela a caer en la esclavitud. Así que si hay que destruirlo todo, que destruido sea, y si hay que quemarlo todo, y prenderlo en llamas, que arda, y que así sea.

[jewishraypalmer]

And when Daniel Durant plays a second JGG character in a Deaf West production what then? I'll lose my damn mind (positive) that's what

[1dhq]

x

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [Choi San] - Masterlist

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: San x fem!reader

Genre: cafe setting, streamer, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, male lead secrets

Warnings: stalking, verbal abuse, online harassment, attempted kidnapping, “honey trap”, drinking

Status: Currently updating

Updates: Mondays and Tuesdays at 12pm EST

Synchronously posted with Music of the Heart (any asterisked (*) chapters means they’re shared between both fics)

[intro post explaining y/n and t/n]

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n has been a faceless streamer since she was 17 or 18 and - even though she’s friends with an idol from a popular group - no one knows who she is. Things start to go wrong when someone posts a picture in front of her old job and she makes the move from her hometown to Seoul. What will happen when she makes a whole bunch of new friends at the nearby cafe?

Also, how does y/n’s existence connect to t/n, someone she’s never met?

🧋 main cast

Chapters:

🧋 Prologue | the inciting incident

🧋 one | The Unofficial JGG Steam Rundown

🧋 two | fried chicken and baby pictures

🧋 three | one week later

🧋 four | what’s the wifi?

🧋 five | a job would be nice

🧋 six | students, please pay attention in class

🧋 seven | above minimum wage. like, *way* above

🧋 eight | trimming the fat

🧋 nine | screep screep goddamn!

🧋 ten | F, senpai

🧋 eleven | QUITE the face journey

🧋 twelve | welcome to AtoZ café

🧋 thirteen | she definitely used to be a barista

🧋 fourteen | commit to the bit

🧋 fifteen | *heartlessly*

🧋 sixteen | our beautiful boy

🧋 seventeen | bean boyz / shadow beanz

🧋 eighteen | were they in a drama or something?

🧋 nineteen | how are the fields this year?

🧋 twenty | the devil was an angel too, before he fell

🧋 twenty-one | busy bees send emails

🧋 twenty-two | leroyyyyy jenkins!

🧋 twenty-three | bean babez

🧋 twenty-four | a car? in this economy?

🧋 twenty-five | can I pick her up? can I tell her I love her? will she get mad?

🧋 twenty-six | get thee to a nunnery, wench

🧋 twenty-seven | like a dumbass

🧋 twenty-eight | double high five

🧋 twenty-nine | “just mix them up”

🧋 thirty | a loudmouth with no sense of self preservation

🧋 thirty-one | stephen from canada

🧋 thirty-two | because…

🧋 thirty-three | i think he’s just nice, that’s all

🧋 thirty-four | you���re both Too Nice

🧋 thirty-five | you really do need a vacation

🧋 thirty-six | petition to have cat kicked from the discord

🧋 thirty-seven | stream CALLiSTO everyone

🧋 thirty-eight | what’s your channel name?

🧋 thirty-nine | she’s the streamer

🧋 forty | we can’t keep meeting like this

🧋 forty-one | “family drama”

🧋 forty-two | meet the morn

🧋 forty-three | feline photoshoot

🧋 forty-four | caturday

🧋 forty-five | 1-800-CALL-A-BITCH

🧋 forty-six | intelligent pants

🧋 forty-seven | one cheeks, two cheeks…

🧋 forty-eight | today’s prize is: Cash!

🧋 forty-nine | can someone please come to the counter?

🧋 fifty | matching socks

🧋 fifty-one | the byeol of ones and zeros

🧋 fifty-two | explaining ninja warrior

🧋 fifty-three | halfway there

🧋 fifty-four | stalkerly actions

🧋 fifty-five | sock update

🧋 fifty-six | plucky servants

🧋 fifty-seven | five yeets deep

🧋 fifty-eight | only you would get banned from jumping

🧋 fifty-nine | seter sanrker

🧋 sixty | playing hard to get

🧋 sixty-one | OBJECTION!

🧋 sixty-two | beanie babies

🧋 sixty-three | ACAB

🧋 sixty-four | sanflowers

🧋 sixty-five | an absolutely zero-cheeked up on a monday night, drinking to forget kind of a bitch

🧋 sixty-six | a thing to be had

🧋 sixty-seven | *not* born to run

🧋 sixty-eight | excuse me?

🧋 sixty-nine | fake date

🧋 seventy | a liar of epic proportions

🧋 seventy-one | jagiya

🧋 seventy-two | breaking news!

🧋 seventy-three | planning planners

🧋 seventy-four | because I like you

🧋 seventy-five | fair-trade, equal exchange, organic bittersweet 70% cocoa chocolate chips

🧋 seventy-six | favorite customer

🧋 seventy-seven* | WHAT?

🧋 seventy-eight | sharing screens and secrets

🧋 seventy-nine | why didn’t jack get on the door frame?

🧋 eighty | if you tell me who M is, I’m blocking you

🧋 eighty-one | where’s morn?

🧋 eighty-two | meet and greet

🧋 eighty-three | honey pot

🧋 eighty-four | *WORRYING*

🧋 eighty-five | to catch a stalker

🧋 eighty-six | give him the ol’ UwU

🧋 eighty-seven | you just activated my trap card

🧋 eighty-eight | born to run

🧋 eighty-nine | the walk home

🧋 ninety | it’s a coniferous forest there’s so much pining

🧋 ninety-one | it was the locking of the jail cell for me

🧋 ninety-two | Mission Accomplished, right?

🧋 ninety-three | are you sure?

🧋 ninety-four | good thing I’m a teacher

🧋 ninety-five | everything’s good :D

🧋 ninety-six | shrimp hold

🧋 ninety-seven* | suspicious group chat

🧋 ninety-eight* | more boba, less ice

🧋 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (1/3)

🧋 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (2/3)

🧋 ninety-nine* | ensemble transition (3/3)

🧋 one hundred* | an even more suspicious group chat

🧋 one hundred and one* | we’re both here now

🧋 one hundred and two | now you *have* to explain

🧋 one hundred and three | I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing

🧋 one hundred and four | A Series of Tubes Between Us

🧋 one hundred and five | 🗻🗻🗻

🧋 one hundred and six | *SNIFFS LOUDER*

🧋 one hundred and seven | spaghetti spaghetti

🧋 one hundred and eight | what are our options?

🧋 one hundred and nine | gatekeeping friendship

🧋 one hundred and ten | friendly neighborhood barista

🧋 one hundred and eleven* | pocket square

🧋 one hundred and twelve* | +2000% to self-respect

🧋 one hundred and thirteen |

🧋 one hundred and fourteen* |

🧋 one hundred and fifteen* |

🧋 one hundred and sixteen |

🧋 one hundred and seventeen* |

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

Epilogue 3

Epilogue 4

Epilogue 5

Epilogue 6

Epilogue 7

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[byxdiv]

Here's the collection inspired by the one and only SHAY and her Jolie Garce Gang!

(sorry for my absence y'all :(, life's been a b*tch lately) The photos are in the same order as the details :) , enjoy!

JGG Coat : 5 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Eyeliner : 4 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Eyeshadow : 15 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Lipstick : 10 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Nails : 35 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Necklace 1 : 25 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Necklace 2 : 25 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Necklace 3 : 25 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Pumps : 6 swatches - custom thumbnail - female/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Set 1 : 9 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Set 1 (bodysuit) : 9 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Set 2 : 11 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

JGG Shades : 10 swatches - custom thumbnail - all genders/teen-elder - HQ compatible

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[st-juggernaut]

Living without the person you love, walking the earth grieving the loss of someone who is still alive sucks fr! Thugging It out 'cus what else can I do?

Jgg

[jiminjeonging]

https://x.com/411101kw/status/1869686328457412943?s=61

kjmj mini socmed au eng trans to cleanse asks of ppl bringing up m*n

🗣️: jimin-ah really just one time

you know i don’t usually say this

someone wants to be introduced to you so come by today

really it’s worth your time

💙: ah what’s up

don’t you know i prefer to meet someone naturally?

and i’m with aeri rn so i can’t go

we’re going to go eat

🗣️: really? ㅠㅠ

she’s really really your style

💙: i reject ㅋㅋㅋ

🗣️: really?

it’s a shame

(mj thirst trap)

she’s really the type you like

i’ll tell her you rejected

💙: 30 jgg g fdgh

🗣️: ?

💙: yah only 30 min

ill be there in 30

taking taxi now

thank you for this!!!! also can someone actually write an one shot about this its so cute

[cookierun-shipconfessions]

oh i looooveee licorice x stardust i headcanon they write eachother cute little love letters and licorice will go stargazing just to see his cool boyfriend......... UAUHh!jgghj!ghj!hg@ggj!jgg!GJ1GJ1GJHggh1Ggh1ghgh2gh1gh1hg1hg1GHgH!h1g i lvoe TEJNM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUUAGGHGGJ!gh!!!!!!!!!!!! theyre also yuri btw i said so cuz i love yuri skelestar yuri forever and ever and ever Okay also i really like licorice and parfait but i see them as lesbians to. i personally headcanon licorice as a butch woman with he/him prns and i LVOE!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yuri of him so badly. not the biggest fan of licopom especially considering their canon relationship but i can just pretend they really just love each other and are evil lesbians. thanks for listening :thumbs up:

i love how licorice is just a very shippable creature

[dentaduraderubi]

“Ya verás en un par de años cómo me echarás de menos”, me dicen muchos profesores.

Daba la casualidad de que de todos los que me decían cosas así, ninguno me caía bien. Siempre eran los que me humillaban en frente de toda la clase por llegar tarde, o chillarme hasta acabar las clases llorando, o amenazarme de muerte por querer leer sobre ética, vista la falta de esta en mi clase.

Aunque, en verdad, si que echaré a esos profesores de menos, pero no por la razón que ellos creen.

Cuándo me despierte por las mañanas, y haya sol en el cielo, y mi primer pensamiento no sea ese el de llegar tarde. Cuándo, en un futuro, pueda ganarme la vida siendo artista. Cuándo pueda hacer cuadros, y pintar mi cuerpo, no para tener que usarlo como arma de defensa, sino para contar una historia, de libertad y pasión. Cuándo me encuentre paseando por la madrugada simplemente pensando en cosas tontas como que desayunaré mañana. Cuándo esté viviendo en el futuro sobre el que tantas fantasías tengo. Cuándo no tenga que estar en un constante estado de alerta, cuándo pueda pararme a respirar, me acordaré de ti.

Me acordaré de todos aquellos días dónde no podía maquillarme por miedo de que se me corriese la pintura con las lágrimas, y de que todo lo que hacía me aterrizaba en problemas, incluso si no podía hacer nada. Cuándo todo resultaba en una sanción.

Me acordaré de esos días, y emanará un calor de mi pecho tan fuerte, que no tendré otra opción sino la de gritar, y liberar toda esta energía de dentro de mí. Cuándo eso pase, y las lágrimas de alegría que fluyan por mi cara caigan en las notas de piano que tocan el arpegio final de una canción.

Cuándo simplemente seas algo borroso en mi memoria, me acordaré de ti.

[folkinsomnia]

ok listen I let your "jolly green giant big naturals" tag slide a few weeks ago even though it's haunted me every day since. but "evangelionally accurate angel" come on. your brain is so massive and yet you're using it for evil, right in my activity feed. this is not a victimless crime

LISTEN

somebody cursed me with this brain and I have to inflict my foul thoughts on others or I'll collapse in on myself like a dying star, taking the whole world with me. It's tumblr tag crimes and injure the poor people trapped on this sinking ship or destroy the whole world. I'm a victim too I'm so tired

but seriously i'm laughing so hard i'm sorry for having a large brain pulsing with evil and also i'm in awe like HOW WERE YOU ABLE TO LET ME GET AWAY WITH JGG'S BIG NATURALS WHEN THAT IS OBJECTIVELY THE WORST TAG IVE COME UP WITH THIS YEAR HELP

[rusty-gloinks]

HHIIIIIIII RUGERRRRRR4🐛🐛 itdfs that Time jgg day where🕞🕞🕞🕞🕔🕣🕜 I join thge 783 oyher asks I.n yuor sskbox🎸🎸🎸🎸🇺🇸🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🇺🇸!!!!!!! Hiiiii@#!!!!!@! Ho w are we doinhf yorday,.....

HII BUGE!!!!!! HIIIIIJ💥💥💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🐛🐛🐛🦋.ites the time……..onee mullion asks alwayse ands forefer!!!!!!!!!!! HIIIII!!!!! I’m ddoiign so EXCITEDSS AND HAPPYR TODYAYS!!!!! FUN FUN FUFUHN. FUN!!!!!🎉🧨🧨🧨🧨lightignt myself on fire /pos!!!!! Tddays is Friday the 23th………oogr i emant Friday the 13th, 💀💀scary emjii 👻👻gost. HRU!!!!!!!!

[honeyviscera]

Video 4 u :]

https://youtu.be/NT3zp2vYMvo?si=fx4Ng75SegI--Jgg

A CLASSIC ty craney

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - seventy-eight | sharing screens and secrets

“Hello?” Quack asked as you clicked the ‘Answer’ button on the screen.

“Can you hear me?”

“I can.”

You didn’t talk to Quack much via voice, but every time you did you thought she sounded so youthful. You were pretty sure you were around the same age, considering when she started modding for you, but she always sounded so much more cute than her business-like demeanor in texts would have you think.

“Okay, so I’ll share my screen now.”

You clicked over to what she was showing you.

“So, my friend did a bunch of digging, a little hacking, a little asking favors, and this is what she found. Well, the stuff we can legally use in court, anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess we can’t use hacked content as evidence, since hacking is illegal.”

“Mhm.” Quack pulled up a Twitch vod channel that seemed devoted to you.

“What the fuck?”

“This guy is… forget head over heels, he might just be spinning ass over tea kettle down a rabbit hole of love for you.”

There were videos with titles like ‘JGG is the best!’ ‘I’d lick JGGs boots clean if I could AND say thank you!’ ‘JGG loves me?’. 

You noticed the dates of the videos. “--Wait, is this the bottom of the page?”

“Yeah, this is all his old shit. If we scroll up, you can see here…” Quack scrolled up and stopped, her mouse hovering over the upload date of a video. “This is the day you had Morn guest the first time.”

The title was ‘JGG CHEATING ON ME???’ 

Quack clicked on it and clicked to about the halfway point of the video. The background of the video was the stream where you and Morn played together for the first time and he made you play Minecraft with him after everyone left, accompanied by a voice over by the channel owner.

“I just don’t understand-- I’ve been supporting her all this time and then she has this guy on to stream?” His voice broke as he sobbed. “I have spent so much money in her chat, she owes it to me to not invite another man on! I was lenient with Keeho, because they knew each other since they were in high school, but who the fuck is this-- this-- MorningStar? She could invite me-- or anyone else in the chat to play and she invites this man she just met! Whoring herself out for him while he simps after her like a beta cuck with no balls! She’s a--”

Quack stopped it. “I already listened to it once and it doesn’t get better.”

Your hand had been over your mouth in shock as you listened to his rant. You pulled it away. “No, uh… yeah-- I…” You trailed off.

“Are you okay?”

“...What the fuck?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And he’s the one who’s been leaving all the comments?”

“Yeah, he’s been using a bot farm to do it. My friend shut it down.”

“Tell her I said thank you.”

“I will.”

You were quiet for a few moments as the words you just heard rang in your head like the tinnitus from hearing loss. “Wait… he said he’s been supporting me all this time...”

“If you’re about to ask if I know who he is, I do. Are you ready to see?”

“No, but, yeah.”

Quack clicked a link in the description of his About Me which led to some kind of affiliate link farm page you didn’t understand, then a link on that page, and another, and another, until she opened two in new tabs.

“Okay… I think I need you to take a deep breath before I show you this.”

“Is it that bad? It’s not Morn, is it?”

Quack chuckled. “No, it’s not Morn. But you’ve met the guy before.”

“What?” You whispered.

“Please take a breath.”

You did as she asked, exaggerating it so the microphone would pick it up and she could hear.

“Okay… this is who he is online.” She opened the first tab.

‘TheNicestGuy’ was the channel username that stared you in the face.

“What?” You whispered again. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah.”

“But… he’s been in my chat for forever and never said anything shitty before… has he?”

“Mmm…”

“Has he done something and you didn’t tell me?”

“Normally he engages about as much as most people. Maybe not excited as other chatters like Yuta or Tree, but now I’m thinking that he might have been doing that to mask how he really felt.”

“Wearing sheep’s clothing.”

“Basically. Ever since Morn showed up he’s been doing a lot of ‘dot dot dot’-ing, and I thought it was weird but I don’t talk to him so I wasn’t sure what it meant.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

You thought for a few moments. He never seemed weird or out of sorts at all to you. He seemed about as normal as any of your other chat members, like Namhae. 

“Are you ready for the next one?”

“Now I really am scared.”

“It’s…” Quack trailed off.

You sat in silence for a few moments.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s going to be scary.”

“Great...” you said, voice shaking.

“But I have to show you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Are you ready?”

“Just do it.”

“This is who he is offline.” She clicked the second link. It was a LinkedIn page. His profile was him smiling brightly in front of a mottled light blue background, the kind of picture a professional takes so they can use it on their social media.

You knew the face.

You knew you knew it.

It was the face of the man who had been showing up to the café for the past few months, and who chased you and San through the downtown area.

Of course you knew his face.

The stalker.

Tears pricked at your eyes as your brain spat out every time he had shown up in the café like a search engine finding every instance of a search term across the internet, and a torrent of anxiety and dread followed behind it all like a dam breaking old concrete and drowning everything in the valley below it. 

“I’m going to throw up.”

“Are you okay?”

“No… is that it?”

“No. This is his old account.”

She opened another tab and navigated to it: it was the page of the guy who took the picture outside of the café you used to work at.

“...Oh my god.”

“I know.”

“Oh my god!”

“I know.”

“How are you so calm right now?! That’s my stalker! He followed me to Seoul!”

“Because when my friend sent me the CCTV footage I got a good look at him, and when she sent me this last night, I recognized him immediately. …I spent most of the morning trying to figure out how to tell you.”

You stood up from your chair and went to pace, but your head was yanked back by the headset wire. 

“Are you okay?”

“I-- I-- I just--”

“I know.”

Tears rolled hot over your cheeks. “What the fuck, Quack? What the fuck?”

“I know.”

“I just… I… I’m sorry for crying.” You fell back into your chair, your legs weak from how the information shook you. You sobbed loudly and inhaled. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for crying.”

“Don’t apologize. Please don't apologize.”

“I just… I can’t believe a person who’s been following me for forever in my chat has been following me in real life! I--”

“Please, Cat, breathe.”

“I-- I can’t! I’m freaking out!”

“Can you call someone? Morn, maybe?”

“No, I can’t…”

“Why not…”

“I just can’t!”

Quack was silent as you cried.

You shoved your headset off and screamed until your lungs exhausted, and you slumped over your desk. Pulling your arms over your head, you laid like that, cheekbone pressed into the desk's hard surface and held yourself, knees pulled up as high as they could go under you. Even if Quack said something to you, you wouldn’t be able to hear it.

This was the worst possible thing that could be happening: he was the weird donor, the cafe picture, the influx of comments calling you a whore, the watching you in person, the chasing you in the dark-- he was all of it. He thought you were his, was that it? He thought he could own you - should own you - just because he donated sometimes? Streaming was a tip-based job; that's like saying that the waiter owes you sex because you tipped 30%. The dates on his page showed that he'd been fixated on you for a long time, but why the sudden ramping up? Was it because you refused his donation months ago? You could never take that much money from someone, it was the kind of amount that made you owe people... was that what he wanted? Did he want  you to owe him so... so what? So he could try to convince you to do something for him? Or...to him? You felt sick all over again.

You cried until the panic subsided and you could finally breathe normally, and when the feelings of terror and horror had finally finished washing over you, it was replaced with something else.

You sat up and grabbed the tissue box nearby and blew your nose. You grabbed another one and dried your eyes. You inhaled deeply and put your headset back on.

“You still there?” You asked.

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

“No.” Your voice was level now. You looked at his face on your screen. “I’m so mad.”

“Mad?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were freaking out.”

“I’m done freaking out… I’m mad now.” 

You looked at the picture for a few moments, Quack not saying anything. You weren’t sure what this feeling was, anger? Vengeance? Something in you congealed into a feeling that burned through your tired bones until they were ash, and what grew back in their place was so much more disconnected to the situation and the feelings of sorrow and hurt.

You knew what it was now.

Rage.

“This guy has been disrupting my life for what? Months now? At both of my jobs?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

“He followed me through a move and chased me and my friend around downtown.”

“Yeah.”

“I just feel so mad. I’m so angry, dude.”

“Yeah… that makes sense.”

“I’m just so fucking angry.”

“...What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know… I want him to suffer, because he’s been making me suffer this whole time.”

“Understandable.”

“And like… I want to know why, you know?”

“Yeah.”

You sat in silence.

“You’ve known me for a long time, right Quack?”

“I feel like this is going somewhere... yes.”

You chuckled. “You know I’m not a bitch, right?”

“You’re one of the nicest people I know. Definitely the best boss I’ve had so far.”

“Well thank you: You’re my best employee.”

“I’m your only employee.”

“There’s other mods now.”

“Yeah, but I’m basically their manager and you’re my boss.”

“Have they been working out well?”

“They’re great.”

“Have you heard from Namhae at all?”

“No. I should probably ping him and see what’s up.”

“I hope he’s okay.”

“Yeah, same.”

You nodded, looping your fingers in your headphone cord. “But like… this guy ‘NicestGuy’-- fucking ironic name; why do men who act like shit think they’re god’s gift to the world?”

“A-men.”

“But this guy… he makes me want to be a bitch, you know? All that unhinged, surprising rage that men act like women have but really it’s only surprising to them because they weren’t listening to us the first forty times we told them to leave us alone.”

“Relatable.”

“I… I want to talk to him.”

A beat of silence as she processed what you said. “Cat, are you sure about that?”

You thought, your eyes boring into the pixels that made up his picture on your screen. He looked like a perfectly normal guy, the kind of shmo you’d walk past down the street and never have a second thought about. And yet, all that surface-level normalcy was hiding something so terrible.

“Yeah. I need to ask why. And I want a confession out of him that he did it. I want something the police can’t ignore.”

“You want him to confess?”

“Yeah. I want him to fucking say he did all this and I want to record him and I want him to go to prison.”

She was silent for a moment. 

“Quack?”

“Yeah-- sorry. I was wondering if it would even be possible.”

“Do you think it is?”

“Yeah, I think it might be.”

You nodded, not that she could see.

“I'll tell you what: I’ll talk to my White Hat friend about it, and I’ll see if she has any advice, like, legally.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Oh and, don’t tell Morn about this at all.”

“Why not?”

“He might freak out.”

“Shouldn’t he? The guy was stalking you. What if he wants to help?”

“I have some other friends that can help.”

She sighed. “If you say so.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll let you know what she says.”

“Thanks. And Quack?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad we met all those years ago. You’re not just an invaluable employee, you're a really great friend as well.”

Quack chuckled. “You better stop that or I’ll ask for a raise.”

You laughed. “You’re actually overdue for a raise, I think.”

She laughed again. “We can talk about it when all this is over.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

She ended the call.

You stared at the picture of your stalker. ‘Seo Byungchul,’ his page said. You looked at the smile on his face and wondered when he took the picture. Was it before he was stalking you? It had to be after he started watching your stream, by the age he appeared to be and how long you could remember him being in your chat. You wondered what he was thinking about when he took the picture. You wondered if he thought he was a good person. You wondered if he went to work every day, safe in the knowledge that none of his coworkers knew he was stalking a streamer both on the internet and in real life. You wondered if he stalked anyone else.

Hey Nero,

(I’m not sure if I should call you Nero or not anymore lol)

I’m just letting you know that I’ll be sort of unavailable outside of streaming for a bit. I have some irl shit I need to take care of and it might get a little rocky for everything outside of streaming. 

I’ll definitely let you know when I’m available to edit again though.

See ya round,

Cat

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