#not as like a person hating what’s popular

[eclecticbirdmoon]

Decided I’d share some info about my OCs :D

Blue for Maverick and orange for Fenwick (DND oc)

1) Lewis McCartney from H2O and not yet

2) She’s a WIP oc, Sage, but they met as neighbours and a witch that lived by the river Fenwick would visit

3) I do not remember many songs

4) I will find some eventually

5) No not yet and no

6) If she was, she’d probs be a DJ with no backup job haha

7) He would SO be a half-orc but a bard!!

8) He likes too cook, he’s plays video games but mostly, he annotates magazines and she pulls things apart for fun, mostly bikes lol

9) He’s rather healthy! He works about and eats healthy but a not quite recovering caffeine addict haha and she mostly eats fish and that’s all she needs really and unintentionally stays active but she’s not careful so she gets sick and injured quite often

10) Mostly but sometimes he gets too focused on a person and how they are rather then himself and when he gets stressed he forgets and she mostly content but struggles a lot with her memory which negatively affects her, she hasn’t gone into combat as of yet and barely uses her powers (emotion and memory harvesting and manipulation)

11) He was inspired by Curly from the game “Mouthwashing”, Shayne Topp from Smosh and a little from Top Gun: Maverick haha and she was inspired by a random Pinterest photo

12) Not yet for both

13) Nope! I would say his dad but he’s moved on from him and she does not! Yet

14) He watched Arcane and despises Finn with a passion and she does not really hate anyone

15) Yeah he will make it but I don’t know about her…

16) He loves his mum but has a light resentment towards his dad, use to hate him but decided he wasn’t worth his time and she doesn’t not remember her parents

17) He doesn’t but I’d imagine if he did, he would be pretty good and love them but would find it hard deciding what the appropriate approach to situations would be and she won’t have any kids, don’t think she’s ever considered it

18) He goes by him/him and just Maverick or any nicknames you come up with and she’s never considered that prefers to sue it/it’s but finds the concept of gender weird

19) He’s bi with a preference for women and she’s a women lover but hasn’t met anyone so she doesn’t know that yet lol

20) He’d probably grab any objects around to throw at them but he’s actually pretty strong so himself as a last resort lol and she’d use her powers but if went physical, use her talons to dig in and bat her wings lolol

21) Eventually I’m sure

22) Depends on the context and if other people are involved, he’s more lover tho and she’s fight for sure, but some weird gray area between lover and fighter

23) Yep, he doesn’t have a car yet but he might walk or try to convince his mum to give me a ride haha and no she is not oof

24) Had a guitar phase and could play a little tune or learn song with ease but it’s not a hobby anymore and no

25) Oh 100%! In the car, doing the dishes, anywhere and if he’s alone and isn’t singing something to himself, he’s probably sad lmaoo and she pretends she can resist and very good at it too

26) Both Singapore orchids but his are blue and hers are orange, which is why I picked the text colours

27) He’s a dog for sure, golden retriever and Bernese mountain dog mix and she’d be a grebe (bird), personality wise and looks

28) He’s always been welcomed to popular sporty groups but he feels most comfortable with the more unique and different groups and she’d be in the artist group and I cannot draw sadly but I plan of learning

29) A moodboard I can do! Which I will do soon :)

30) He’d be hesitant at first but he’d be nice, and eventually you’d be good friends and she’s a hard shell to crack so you will need to work for it haha, she’d run away at first

Have a great day ^^

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

[velvetvexations]

With Warless Weekend over, it's time I address Plaidos openly accusing me of secretly being a man! Oh, yeah, she's doing that now. I'm tagging this because I'm annoyed at Very Popular Tumblr Transfeminist misgendering a trans woman because her politics are too transmasc-friendly.

Isn't it great how she cuts this off, implying I think segregation by sex is not a big deal, rather than it being ridiculous she's made Michfest specifically her 9/11? I try so often to word everything I say in a way that can't be snipped like this but I clearly fucked up here.

Let's breakdown the reasoning given in her reply to a reblog concurring that I'm probably a sockpuppet:

Plaidos is assuming as TRFs always do that her clique is fully representative of transfems on Tumblr so if she never sees me positively interacting with them I must specifically be avoiding them. The reality is that I simply don't inspect the genitals of everyone I interact with.

Not only do I often argue with self-identified TMEs, probably even more than trans women, but Plaidos is literally responding to a self-identified TME who's talking about me having argued with them, so framing this as me going after trans women is ridiculous. I can literally pull up screenshots that I'm pretty sure predate me coming back to Tumblr where I talk about how it seems from what I observed on the outside was that the rabidly transandrophobic crowd was mostly non-trans women bloodletting for one or two idols, which is a notion I was unfortunately and despairingly disillusioned of upon getting into the trenches myself.

Also, "dishonorable"? Is she a fucking Klingon?

Annnnnd there's the implication I am in fact a trans man. She's certainly saying I'm not a trans woman and that's also misgendering because I've said repeatedly that my gender rests firmly on being Not A Cis Woman. But why simply "implicate" I'm a man?

Hilarious. Doubly so since I just recently found out that person runs my favorite Y2K blog, which I'm sure will get used as 'proof' at some point.

Do I seriously need to post fucking gock lol? Are we literally down to genital inspections at this point?

My blog has a pre-discourse history where I mostly reblogged images and argued about a Dungeons & Dragons show!* I'm literally a published author! What about all the very specific kinks? Being a scholar of Imperial Japan? The very specific opinions I have on very specific media? My specific fandoms?

What an elaborate character I've constructed to come up with a multiple system where the system members even have surnames and are the distinct sources of specific parts of my personality and interests, including one who's Christian and one who's attempting to learn Hinduism but has only ever briefly mentioned it about twice.

I think TRFs have never moved past the point in development where people don't exist when you stop looking at them.

*much of which was about how much I hated the transmasc player's cis lesbian PC; make of that what you will

I don't block people very often, but I do in fact do that! Thicced-Witch has openly talked about me repeatedly having her blocked and unblocking her when it did no good. I also have prettykittenpaw and fite-club blocked because they got into the annoying habit of coming on to every one of my posts, and my tolerance for prettyeelwithagun ran out when she stuck by Thicced-Witch's misgendering of people for the purposes of "satire."

God, this is all so, so stupid. Transfeminism, everyone.

[feelbokkie]

L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 21

WARNINGS: mention of food/eating, swearing

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

TAGLIST: ♡PENED

W♡RD C♡UNT: 3,573

SCREENSH♡T C♡UNT: 2

A/N: i was going to make this a super duper long chapter but i think i'll also split this into 2

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“Thank you so much,” you say. You take the drink carrier that one of the hotel staff members found and place the coffees you made for you and Wonseok inside. You make sure to carefully wrap up the Danish you grabbed earlier tightly with a napkin before putting it in your bag to prevent crumbs from getting everywhere.

It’s early. Not as early as it normally is when you go down to the complimentary breakfast at whichever hotel you’re at, but early enough for most of the good food to still be available. Luckily for you, most of the people staying at the hotel are still asleep or are already exploring the city, leaving practically no lines and making it easy for you to get what you need.

“Y/n, noona?”

You freeze at the familiar voice calling for you. You know it’s Changbin, you can recognize his voice anywhere especially when he’s trying to be quiet. Even more so when he’s calling for you. He’s developed a habit of calling your name as gently as someone would carry a newborn baby followed by ‘noona’ after a brief pause so short that anyone else would miss it.

Uncertainty laces his voice like he’s not sure it’s actually you. You think for a moment. Maybe if you pretend you heard your phone and keep walking out, then you’d be fine. You know the members tend to roam the hotel and go to the complimentary breakfast on their own. Or at least, without a member of their staff. The hotel has a lot more privacy than any restaurant they might try to go to. And if anything, the hotels are committed to keeping their complimentary breakfast exclusive to the guests so it's a bit safer for them to go off on their own without worrying about running into fans or cameras as much.

"It is you, noona," His voice is closer now, a bit more hushed. A sense of relief in his voice. "Do you want to join me for breakfast?"

You turn to Changbin, a soft smile spreads across your face at the sight of him. His hair is mostly hidden under a black beanie but you can still see some of the soft black tuffs poking out in the back. In his slightly oversized white t-shirt, distressed baggy blue jeans, and plain white sneakers he blends in with the crowd of people inside the dining area. Virtually undetectable to the public but you still can’t shake the nagging feeling at the back of your mind telling you to leave.

“You know the rules,” You remind him gently. “Besides, I’m heading out to meet with one of my best friends from back home.”

"Oh," It's subtle, but Changbin's lower lip juts out as he turns away.

It was one thing when Changbin hated you and actively tried to avoid you. It stung at first and made your job difficult when it came to the interview portion of your day. It was another when the two of you became civil. He wouldn't seek you out as much as the other members did. He'd mostly show up when one of the other members did and would engage in small conversation. But after your little mental breakdown at the start of the second tour, you've met an entirely different Changbin--the most frustrating version of him yet.

The one that pities you.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, bringing you back to your previous task of meeting with Wonseok. “I have to go. I’ll see you at the show tomorrow,”

“Right,” Changbin nods slowly. You almost feel bad.

Almost.

You know that half of the members have schedules today. You also know that Changbin hates being stuck in the hotel room. You thought that it was something that he said as an exaggeration in an interview. But you've spent enough time with him during the tour to know that he usually would tag along with one of the other members if they were doing something so that he wouldn't be bored. But Han wasn't feeling too well after your exploration day with him and Seungmin for the "Summer A Stay" project. Minho will probably stay the day to take care of him while Hyunjin might sleep in until mid-day. Which means that by the time he wakes up, most of the day might be gone. And even if Hyunjin is ready to go out later or any of the boys who are currently working are ready to go out, Changbin is still going to be bored for several hours.

You give Changbin one more glance before you head to the front of the hotel to wait for a taxi.

"Aren't gallery openings more of an evening thing?" You ask after taking a sip of the apple cider.

"The events that I normally take you and Frankie to are," Wonseok puts a cracker with a piece of cheese in your mouth. He filled up his plate full of hors d'oeuvres enough for the two of you since you can't hold both a plate and a cup with your broken arm. "But this one is for up-and-coming artists and this is a sort of soft launch. Only the press and invited guests are allowed today. Tickets sold out for the next few months for the main event so they added today to lessen the traffic."

The two of you stand in the middle of the gallery in front of an oil painting of a large tree where the roots are sprouting from a skeleton, directly from the heart by an artist whose name you’re not even going to try to sound out, even in your head. It’s a grim painting with a message a bit too morose for you and Wonseok to be taking a snack break in front of, but it’s also the least crowded area of the gallery for now.

Your eyes focus on the child playing near the tree in the painting. “Is this the type of gallery where people can buy art or just look at it?”

“Looking to add some life to your apartment?” Wonseok smirks. Your apartment back in Seoul hardly looks lived in. You only decided to get some plants after Frankie commented on it looking like a jail cell.

You hold back hitting him playfully, not that you have an available hand to do so, and instead roll your eyes at him. “You know for a fact that I couldn’t even afford an art print right now.”

“Which is exactly why I’m paying for everything today.”

“I’ll pay you back when I get paid. I’ve had a lot of free time so I did a bunch of album reviews and introspective pieces for rookie groups. Plus I get royalties from my stuff on the company website.”

“Pretty sure that’s supposed to be resting time so you can heal,” Wonseok takes a sip of his drink, also apple cider, and slightly shakes his head in disapproval.

“I’ll have plenty of time to rest when I’m dead. For now, I need to focus on the present and I’d love to have a place to come home to once the tour is over. Can’t do that if I get evicted for not paying rent.”

Wonseok presses his lips together in a tight line as his eyes shift between you and that painting that seems to have captured your full attention. He takes the last bit of food from the plate—something wrapped in lettuce—and shoves it in your mouth before discarding the paper plate in a nearby trash can. “C’mon, let’s find you a happier piece of art to stand in front of. Look, that one has a puppy in it and a dea…okay maybe not that one. I think we saw a sculpture with butterflies when we first walked in.”

Wonseok’s hand lands on top of your head as he tries to steer you away from the tree painting that you feel strongly akin to, almost like it’s not a metaphor for life and death but a visual representation of how you feel inside. Like you’re the skeleton and everything above ground is every other aspect of your life. But that’s just how art is supposed to work, right?

Your head is turned to the left towards a small crowd standing in front of a piece of art you can’t see. You feel Wonseok pushing you towards the crowd. The two of you barely move a foot away from the tree painting when a random pain in both your stomach and chest forces you to stop dead in your tracks, causing Wonseok to stumble into you. Miraculously, your drink remains in its cup.

"Why'd you stop?"

You're unsure yourself. The strange pain you're currently feeling, although fairly new, isn't entirely foreign to you. It's not consistent either. Sometimes it feels like a vice is being squeezed around your torso. Other times it feels like a horse kicked you so hard that all of the air has left your body. Right now, it feels like you've been struck by lightning thrown by Zeus himself. You thought it was a side effect of the pain medication that you had been taking. But even after making sure you eat enough food with your medicine, the side effects never went away. So, deciding the pain in your arm is much more bearable than whatever is going on internally, you decided to go off your meds and just deal with the pain from your arm.

You turn around and point in the opposite direction at a clay sculpture. You clear your throat and try your best to keep your voice as even as possible. "Let's go look at that one instead."

Wonseok follows your hand to see what you're pointing at. "The illusion piece? We already looked at that one. I took notes on it and everything."

"Maybe a second look will inspire more questions for you to ask the artist. Perspective and all that."

Wonseok furrows his brows as he studies your face for a moment. Seemingly finding what he's looking for, he nods as his face softens. "Sure, we can go look at that one again."

The further you walk away from the crowd, the faster the pain dissipates and you let out a silent sigh of relief.

The two of you walk around the gallery a bit more, appreciating the less crowded pieces. Wonseok explains the art and techniques to you as you walk. Occasionally, Wonseok leaves you alone in front of one of the pieces so that he can interview one of the artists. You make sure to stay in his line of sight so he can find you quickly when he's done.

"Okay, I just need to find one more artist and then we can go. She's supposed to be the star of the gallery and has been someone that everyone is watching. But she's also very introverted. So far, none of the other journalists and artists have talked to her today. But she's here, I saw that she was signed in at the front desk earlier." Wonseok explains as he scribbles into his notebook.

"Is she the one who made the tree painting and other similar still-life pieces?" You ask as you look around the gallery to help find her for him. Luckily, there are pictures of the artist printed in the brochure you were given when you got in.

"Yeah," Wonseok closes his notebook and shoves it into his pocket. "She's the youngest one here too. Barely 17. To exhibit that much talent and to be featured in a gallery like this at such a young age is astonishing. Some of the stuff here she started when she was only 14."

You let out an impressed sound as you continue to scan the room. There are more people than there were earlier, making it harder for you to see through the crowds of people. You try to look past the crowds, along the walls, and in the corners. You know that if you were her, that's where you'd be if you were avoiding people.

As you scan the room, you catch a glimpse of a very familiar face, locked in focus while stroking his chin as he stares at something on the wall.

"Oh...I'm actually going to kill him..." You mumble under your breath.

"Kill who? What happened?" Wonseok looks where you're looking and tries to see what could have unsettled you.

"Right there," You whisper as you point at the man several feet away from me. "It's Seo Changbin."

"Your Seo Changbin?"

Smack

"He is not my Seo Changbin."

Wonseok stares at you with his mouth agape as he rubs the spot on his arm where you hit him. "I didn't mean it like that. When the hell did you get so strong? I just was asking if it was the same Seo Changbin that you've been complaining about for nearly a year."

"Unfortunately," You roll your eyes as you dig for your phone inside of your bag. "He better not come over here. If anyone sees us together, Yoona will have a have a field day."

"Look around, Y/n. Nobody cares that he's here. If they did, they would have swarmed him already. I promise you, nobody recognized him. It's fine,"

"Yeah but..." You look around the room again, seeing if anyone might be looking at Changbin. There are a lot of cameras around, anyone can snap a photo and upload it online.

"It'll be fine. I see the artist I need to interview right there. So let me go talk to her and then we can get out of here before you combust."

Wonseok points just behind Changbin at the girl standing off in the corner with a lanyard around her neck. Sure enough, it's the artist he's been searching for. Wonseok pats your head and starts to walk off in her direction.

"Wonnie, wait," You grab at Wonseok, successfully latching onto a bit of the fabric on the back of his shirt. "Let me go with you. I can help translate."

"I can speak English, Y/n."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know that."

"Y/n," Wonseok lets out an exasperated sigh as he looks at the artist and then back at you. Luckily for him, she hasn't caught on that she's been spotted yet. "Just go stand in that dark corner over there or hide in that bathroom. I'll be back in fifteen--twenty minutes tops. And then I will hand feed you the fish and potatoes or whatever you've been bugging me about."

You look between Wonseok's stressed yet worried face and Changbin's distracted one. If you slip away before Changbin spots you then maybe it'll be fine.

"Fish and chips," You pout.

"Yes, fish and chips. Now please, can I go interview her before she runs away again?"

Before you can finish nodding, Wonseok is off to interview the young artist. You do one more survey around the room, trying to find somewhere to hide. Conveniently, you've also lost sight of Changbin.

"Shit," you mumble under your breath. You turn quickly to disappear into the bathroom, only to be met with a wall.

You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing to hit the ground as something wraps itself around your waist. You crack one eye open and see what's around you. Apparently, the wall has arms.

"I'm so sorry...noona?" Changbin sets you upright and helps you straighten your clothes.

You quickly push his hands off while looking around. "Th-thank you,"

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. What are you doing here?" Changbin sheepishly smiles and throws his hands behind his back.

"It's fine, that's what I get for trying to run indoors." You smooth out your shirt and look up at Changbin. He's wearing the same thing he was when you saw him at the hotel. Only, he's added a dark grey long-sleeve button-up over his shirt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. "I'm here with my friend, remember? Which staff member are you here with?"

"None," Changbin scratches the back of his head while he looks around the room. Finding what he was looking for, he smiles and waves behind you. "I'm here with Hyunjin. I had nothing to do today and he was invited so he let me tag along."

You turn around and see Hyunjin walking towards you. He's wearing a pair of black cargo pants, a leather jacket that's covering up the white graphic tee underneath, and a black bucket hat that's hiding his recently dyed ash-brown hair. Both of them stick out amongst the nice button-downs and slacks that most of the men are wearing, but you know that once they step outside, they'll blend in.

"Ah, noona, what are you doing here?" Hyunjin asks when he gets closer.

"She's here with one of her friends from home," Changbin answers for you.

"We get to meet one of noona's friends?" Hyunjin smiles. Somehow, you can't tell if it's an entirely innocent look from him.

You turn back to look for Wonseok. His back is turned to you as he continues to interview the artist about her work. No matter how many signals you throw in his direction, he doesn't turn around.

Best friend telepathy is fake.

You are consciously aware of the way that the three of you are standing. You take a small step back, ensuring there is a noticeable gap between you and them.

"Maybe..." Your voice trails off.

You're not sure why you feel so awkward right now. You're with the kids practically every day. You've spent more time with them than your friends in the past few months. Maybe it's the fact that you're trying to avoid ruining their hard work with a scandal that's making you feel uneasy. You were fine yesterday when you were with Han and Seungmin. And you had a brief conversation with Hyunjin in the hallway yesterday when you were walking back to your room after getting a bucket of ice. So why does everything feel weird?

"Noona?" Changbin calls softly, directing your attention to him.

"Huh? Sorry," You shake your head. "I'm a bit hungry so I'm not all there right now. What were you saying?"

"I was just asking if you and your friend want to join us for lunch," Changbin suggests, a large smile etched on his face.

"Um..." You turn around and see that Wonseok is finally making his way back. "I think we have a pretty packed schedule so--"

"That was quicker than I thought it was going to be but I'm done. Ready to go...Oh, they caught you."

You press your lips into a fine line and squeeze your eyes tight as you try to refrain from smacking Wonseok in front of Hyunjin and Changbin. After silently counting to ten, you slowly open your eyes. Hyunjin wears a large teasing smile as he looks between you and Wonseok while Changbin's smile is gone altogether.

"Alright, noona, we get it. We'll leave you two be." Hyunjin smirks as he nudges Changbin who has now returned to being a wall, unmovable and tall.

"What?" You tilt your head to the side and raise an eyebrow at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looks at Changbin and gives him a strange look before turning back to you. "We see that you're...busy so don't worry about having lunch with us."

Wonseok nudges you suddenly. You turn to him to see what's wrong with him only to be met with him tilting his head towards Changbin and Hyunjin. You gently shake your head 'no,' knowing that he wants you to introduce them to him. The two of you continue to argue silently.

Stubbornly, Wonseok pushes past you and sticks his hand out in front of them. "Sorry, we're still trying to teach Y/n her manners. I'm Park Wonseok. She'll kill me if I get this wrong. You must be...Changbin and...Hyunjin?"

"You're right Wonseok...hyung?" Hyunjin asks as he takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Ajusshi," You cough. Wonseok's head snaps back at you, warning you silently that he'll get you later. "Sorry, I have something in my throat."

"Then I guess we should go get you some soup instead of that thing you wanted. Huh?" He smiles mischievously.

"That's not fair, Wonnie," You mumble. Suddenly, you're nerves are at ease and you're back to being calm.

"Then be nice to the person who is buying you things today." He whispers. He turns back to Hyunjin and Changbin. "Why don't the two of you join us for lunch? As a thank you for taking care of Y/n all these months. I know she can't be a pain in the ass sometimes."

"I'm not a--"

"We'd love to, right hyung? Noona doesn't talk much so it'd be fun to get to know her more." Hyunjin smiles as he looks at Changbin, who is still quietly looking between you and Wonseok.

"I don't think--"

"Perfect!" Wonseok claps his hands together. "Let's go, I know just the place too."

Wonseok grabs your good arm before you can protest further and drags you out of the gallery, Changbin and Hyunjin in tow. You repeatedly pinch Wonseok's side to get back at him. Instead of telling you to stop he slides his hand down your arm and firmly clasps your hand, swinging it back and forth between the two of you as you walk.

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This is just not true.

On 12 September 2005, an unregistered editor added that Tina Blacker was born to a Jewish family in New York City (see highlighted blue text below). No references given. Note the year (not 2015, 2005) - 2005 is part of the Wild West era of Wikipedia editing when people could and would just add whatever they wanted and very often no one would notice for years. Small editor base, still very Web 1.0.

On 15 March 2022, editor Nohomersryans added the following citation (highlighted in blue). It took almost 17 years but we have a citation!

We’re in a very different period of Wikipedia editing between 2005 and 2022. Automated tools, scripts, templates, bots to make rote edits, high vigilance especially on popular pages — we’ve arrived. And this is a very famous person so it has a lot of eyes on it. So, unsurprisingly, someone checks the added reference and sees that is doesn’t actually confirm what’s claimed. This is a particularly neat trick that vandals will do, but also just people who are kinda clueless. Many people will take the existence of a reference as confirmation without stopping to see what that reference actually says. Luckily this is not always the case. On 2 June 2022, editor HanginOn removes the claim because it is not supported by the inline citation. See the edit summary that also claims that the edits were done by a “persistent antisemitic witch hunter”. Can’t comment on that.

And this version, which has no reference to Tina Louise’s Jewishness, sticks around until May 2024. For those of you keeping up at home, the 10/7 attacks happen in the middle of this period. If there was ever going to be a time when Tina Louise’s article is going to be vandalized because she’s Jewish, this is it. And it just doesn’t happen. There aren’t even any defamatory edits or vandalism happening on her page around 10/7. All of the below are minor tweaks about her acting career.

Finally between 22 and 23 May 2024 (possibly in response to op whose post was from 20 May 2024), we get some movement on the question of Tina Louise being Jewish.

To recap these edits: very new editor Onomatopée adds that she’s Jewish (cool!) but puts it in the first sentence of the article which is against the MOS (Manual of Style) guidelines on how to discussed ethnicity, race, sexuality, etc. Then slightly more experienced editor RJ4 moves it into the body of the article under the ‘Early life’ section, but does kind of a messy job (“Jewish Enthnicity”), and so finally administrator Jayjg cleans up the formatting a little bit. You can see the changes in the little triptych below.

And that’s the format it’s been in ever since. Last edit was 29 December 2024 and Tina Louise is still Jewish. That being said, I will be looking for additional sources to see if I can expand on this part of her life and make sure it is never erased again in the future. Thank you for bringing this to our attention.

However. I am annoyed by the claim (and the 30+ minutes I’ve spent looking into it) that “before 10/7, there were at least 3 to 5 references to her Jewishness on Wikipedia” - no there were not! Go through the edit history! There was one (1) statement that was unreferenced for almost 20 years and then one (1) insufficient reference was added. There are plenty of issues of antisemitism and ugly, hate-fuelled editing on Wikipedia that need to be removed and fixed without making up one. An actual problem, like the guy who went around saying the religion of Yemeni Jews is Islam, which I personally fixed, comes to mind. If anyone is interested in working on issues like this, WikiProject Judaism (which I’m semi-active in) has a backlog of articles to create, review, and edit as long as your arm. Lmk if you want to work together on something.

Fin.

Another Jew on here commented that people were going onto Wikipedia and removing references to certain people's Jewishness, and I just saw for myself that this is true. As a Jew and a fan of old movies and history, I was looking up a list of Jewish actors on Wikipedia. I saw Tina Louise (you know, from Gilligan's Island) pop up. So I popped over to her actual page on Wikipedia. And there were zero references to her being Jewish. So I hopped on over to the Wayback Machine (bless you, Internet Archive) and put in the URL for her Wikipedia page. And wouldn't ya know it: before 10/7, there were at least 3 to 5 references to her Jewishness at any given time on her Wikipedia page. Wtf is happening.

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V's All That

Chapter 5 || The Party

➥ Summary: Jayce Talis, the school's golden boy and a guaranteed pick for Prom King, seems to have it all—looks, charm, and popularity. However, when Kino presents him with the opportunity to win back Mel, his ex-girlfriend and the one who got away, Jayce jumps at the chance. The challenge? To transform Viktor, a snarky outcast who is as far from popular as possible, into Prom King instead. Jayce takes the bait, but he may have taken on more than he can handle. ➥ Word Count: 5.8k ➥ Pairing: Jayce Talis x Viktor || Arcane

🧡 beta'd by @spxllcxstxr 🩷 art by @wapimostosis 🧡 available on ao3

<- part 4.

“Don’t go crazy,” Viktor mumbled, his shoulders drooping as he sat in Powder’s room, a place that reflected her eccentric personality. He rested on her chair, facing the mirror hung on her bedroom wall, which was plastered with a mix of posters and Polaroids taken through the years of her youth. They were hastily taped and pinned to the walls—remnants of holes that she tore down and readjusted through the years, leaving a chaotic sense of nostalgia behind.

Powder scoffed at his demand, standing behind him and looking at their reflections with narrowed eyes as if to analyze what she was working with. “I’m going to have to go crazy if you want to look good,” she said, half-joking.

He snapped around, his golden eyes glaring daggers at his younger friend.

“I’m kidding, jeez.” She laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she grabbed his head with both hands and forced him to look back at the mirror. “We’re not doing much, you know. Gotta’ fix this permanent bedhead you call hair and put you in some clothes that make it look like you have taste.”

“Why did I even come here?” he muttered, the words lingering with a sense of regret. Maybe Sky would’ve been better at helping.

“Beats me. If you’re going to complain, you can go home, put on that Deftones shirt with three holes in it, and go to the party. By all means!” Powder stood her ground with a disappointed pout, looking over at Ekko. He was slouched on her bed, casually leaning back with a bent knee that his arm rested over.

“What’re you looking at me for?” he asked, wide-eyed while his fingers deftly rolled a joint with practiced ease. With no response coming from either parties, he grunted and dropped his leg, licking the paper with a quick swipe of his tongue and sliding his thumb across it to seal the paper. “I think he looks fine, Pow.”

“Thank you—”

“But you can’t dress for shit.”

“Fine. You both win; do whatever you want, and I won’t complain.” Viktor slouched back down into the chair, staring at his reflection. He was far from insecure—more than willing to dress himself and go with the flow—but there was a thought gnawing inside him that he didn’t want to admit out loud. He wanted to look good for Jayce, and was that so bad?

With that, Powder took advantage of the moment, taking a brush to his hair and untangling the wild strands—only to mess it up again but with meaning. And some gel and hairspray.

“You nervous?” Ekko asked, the flicker of the lighter illuminating his face as he inhaled, and the end of the joint burnt bright red as smoke filled his lungs. He exhaled, a cloud of smoke enveloping the room as Powder quickly turned her attention to him so she could indulge in a few puffs before returning to Viktor.

The senior flickered his gaze over to Ekko, catching his reflection through the mirror.

“No,” Viktor mumbled, shifting in his seat as Powder scrunched product in his hair. He hated the feeling—both the nagging sensation of self-doubt and her rough hands tugging at his strands of hair.

“Can I give you some advice?” Ekko murmured, taking one more inhale before stamping the end of the half-burnt joint on the ashtray next to him.

Taking a heavy breath, Viktor looked at himself once more, nerves building in his stomach as he braced for what he was about to acknowledge. “Sure.”

“You don’t give yourself a lot of props, dude. You’re a really chill guy. You just have to give people the chance to get to know you; I mean, look at Jayce. Dude loves you,” Ekko chuckled, the words making Viktor’s stomach flip with unexpected warmth.

“I don’t want them to get to know me,” Viktor grumbled, his voice thick with reluctance. The prospect of coming out of his shell and getting to know dozens of people who spent years ignoring him sounded more like a night of horror than a night of fun.

Ekko shifted, eyes drifting towards the ashtray, “Maybe you should let them. Open up a little, V.”

He hated how much Ekko was right. His gold eyes settled back on his face in the mirror with a distant look. The next hour whizzed by quickly; Viktor spent much of the time stuck in his head, imagining all of the things that could go wrong. He rose to his feet only to let Ekko take over with his clothing, forcing him into several outfits before they landed on one that wasn’t just baggy jeans and an oversized tee.

“What do you think?” Powder beamed, withdrawing her hands from his hair that was pushed out of his face for once, styled back messily—curls and strands resisting gravity and pointing out in a way that only happened when he spent an entire day in bed and yet, it looked good. Effortlessly, so. Even clothing looked good: dark red corduroy pants and a fitted black shirt tucked in, accentuated by a deep red flannel hanging loosely over his slender shoulders. 

Viktor stared at himself as he stood in front of the mirror, his hand clutched to his cane and shifting his weight left and right. He wasn’t one to normally admire himself, but now? He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“It’s good,” he hummed, and although he carried little enthusiasm, Powder practically jumped for joy.

“Knew you’d like it. Who knew all you needed was actually to put in a little effort, and you’d be a hot guy?” She snickered.

“Watch it,” he replied, a hint of playfulness softening the edge in his voice.

As the evening rolled by quickly, Viktor immersed himself in a video game with Ekko, the atmosphere growing comfortably familiar—nearly forgetting about his plans for the night. That was until the doorbell rang. He froze, pressing the start button on the controller to bring up the pause menu as he looked at the stairs leading up to the main floor.

“I’ll get it!” Powder’s voice rang from where she’d been making herself a half-assed dinner of whatever leftovers and ingredients she could find.

“No, Powder—” Viktor called from the basement, struggling to jump to his feet as he grabbed at his cane. Hustling to the stairs clumsily, Ekko chuckled at his friend’s sudden move to action, turning back around to switch the game to single-player.

The door swung open, hazel eyes widening as they landed on Powder’s face. Her blue hair was tied up into two messy buns—an excited look in her wild eyes. “Heya, Jayce,” she beamed, “Here to pick up your boy—”

“I’m here,” Viktor gently shoved her aside, eyes landing on Jayce as he breathed heavily, having made it up the stairs in record time. His hair was still intact in the style Powder worked so tirelessly on, but his flannel hung off one shoulder as she slipped into his shoes hastily.

“Hey,” Jayce’s lips pulled into a smile as he took a step back, looking his friend up and down, “You look nice. Did you dress up?” 

“If you call this dressed up, then I fear for the day we go to a fancy event,” Viktor mumbled, eyes flickering up to meet Jayce’s, heart skipping as their gazes locked on together. He noted the small smile on Jayce’s lips and the affectionate look in his eyes, which he secretly hoped was because of him.

Damn, he really shouldn’t have smoked with Ekko.

“We’re going to a fancy event together? First I’m hearing of it,” the taller man teased, perfectly white teeth sparkling as he grinned.

Viktor grunted under his breath, taking a quick look over his shoulder at Powder, who raised her eyebrows a few times at him—she was so annoying. The younger sister he never asked for. 

The door shut behind him as he followed Jayce to the vehicle. He ran a hand through his hair, which clung together in chunks because of the product in it. He quickly pulled his fingers away, trying to make a mental note not to touch it for the night.

“I expect at least an invite to the fancy galas you’ll go to for your football accolades,” Viktor murmured, the tease rolling off his tongue easily as he opened the passenger door and hopped in—a testament to the time displayed at how easily he moved. Had they really been spending that much time together? Things were beginning to feel… normal with Jayce.

A chuckle rumbled from Jayce’s throat as he rolled over the engine with a quick turn of his wrist, keys dangling together as he shifted into drive. “I can arrange that.” He said. Those hazel eyes flickered over to Viktor once more, unable to hold back the small smile that graced his lips—knowing that Viktor put effort into how he looked. He felt bad after dropping him off earlier, wondering if he was pushing him too far, but now he hadn’t felt so bad.

This was going to be a good night; he swore it.

“Oh god,” Viktor breathed, eyes widening as they approached the large home across the city. There were many cars on the street and dozens of students approaching the multi-million dollar home with so many large windows that you could see exactly what the party was like inside. 

Fuck.

“You okay?“ Jayce asked, his voice so soft and gentle. Viktor hated it.

Viktor hummed in acknowledgement, sliding out from the car with his cane hitting the pavement first. It was a lot—the sound of muffled music from the house already beating against his ear drums. His fingers tightened around his cane, slowly moving over the lawn as Jayce approached him, slowing his strides down to stay by his side.

“Yeah, her house is huge,” Jayce mumbled, his own house humble compared to this place,  “This is what you get when both of your parents are neurosurgeons, I suppose.”

“You’d think her dad was the fucking president,” Viktor joked, his heart stuttering in his chest as he evened out his breathing. It was rare that he felt anxious. Social situations hardly scared him—he just didn’t like people. This was different. New. He didn’t like it.

Jayce snorted a laugh, a toothy smile on his face, “Right? It’s excessive.” He said, a large hand patting Viktor’s narrow, thin shoulder, the touch sending a jolt through both of their bodies, “C’mon. It’s not a party without shitty beer from a keg.”

Once inside, everything felt like a whirlwind, and it hit Viktor like a tsunami. The music, the echoes of laughter and chatter filled his ears in a dizzying sensation. A few people stared at Viktor, but he was surprised by how well he seemingly fit in—perhaps drunk teenagers didn’t give two shits about who was around. All they cared about was their next drink, who to score weed from, and who they could whisk away to one of the many bedrooms upstairs.

A red plastic cup was shoved into his hand, and the lukewarm beer tasted awful on his tongue as he chugged it down, but he pushed through the bitter, warm flavour that left a horrid aftertaste. The first beer was hard, the second wasn’t so terrible, and by the time he reached the third, it was a sweet relief from the energy around him. Though three beers within an hour weren’t the best decision, his mind warped into a fuzzy daze, and his stomach twisted in a nauseating way that made a glass of water sound like a saving grace.

The entire time, he stuck by Jayce’s side, the two of them moving through the large expanse of the house that buzzed with energy. As they wandered, Viktor was introduced to some of Jayce’s teammates from the football team, who, surprisingly, seemed genuinely excited to meet him. 

“Holy shit, you’re that kid from class!” One of the boys slurred the words out in an unruly shout. The sound came from Steb—a typically quiet member of the team who was now swaying dangerously. It was barely eleven PM, and he had looked like he single-handedly consumed a keg.

“Uh-huh,” Viktor replied, raising an eyebrow, “My name is Viktor.”

“Hell yeah, it is,” Steb exclaimed before losing his balance and stumbling back on clumsy feet until he rolled over the sofa he’d been leaning against, crashing over a few girls who’d been trying to chat.

“Christ,” Jayce snorted, shaking his head. He looked at Viktor and said, “Stay here. I’m going to take this loser to the bathroom. He’s going to need it soon.”

As the alcohol churned inside Viktor’s stomach, he felt an unexpected sense of ease over him. He nodded as he stepped aside and watched Jayce hoist his friend to his feet with effortless strength. It was cute, in a way. His strong arm wrapped around Steb’s waist, throwing the thinner boy’s arm over his shoulders as he helped him stagger to the bathroom while keeping up a lighthearted chatter to distract him.

“Viktor,” a deep voice rumbled from behind him, pulling him out of his stare of admiration. Viktor turned around and spotted a familiar figure that he wasn’t keen on seeing. It took all his effort from making a face of disappointment, knowing from experience that Kino wasn’t a kind man from years of bullying as children—a grudge he was surprised he still harboured.

“Kino,” Viktor replied, voice slurred just slightly. 

Kino’s expression transformed into an inviting, charming smile, and a hand moved to Viktor’s shoulder to gently squeeze it. "Glad to see a guy like you coming out of his shell. Are you liking it so far?”

Viktor hesitated, unsure how to react, as he stared up at Kino, surprised by his easy demeanour. Maybe it was the alcohol that seemed to relax him far too much, but he welcomed the intrusion on his personal space wholly, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. Alcohol unravelled his defences.

“It’s fine,” he shrugged, Kino’s hand slipping from his shoulder. “The music sucks.”

Another laugh rumbled from Kino’s chest, a deep sound that made Viktor’s cheeks grow a touch of pink and left a lingering feeling of warmth spreading through his body. Was Kino always this attractive?

“Deftones, right?” Kino inquired nonchalantly, head cocking to the side as he kept his eyes fixated on Viktor.

Viktor’s eyes widened slightly in awe, “How’d you know?” 

“You wear that shirt every other day. Figured you liked it a lot,” he hummed, taking a drink from the red cup in his hand, eyes peering from behind—playful yet attentive.

Viktor felt his heart flutter, a feeling that had lately been reserved for Jayce. Preferably, a feeling that he didn’t have to feel—he was above such feelings. He didn't need crushes, relationships and love, nor did he ever expect to feel things from men who seemingly didn’t care about him.

Yet, there he was. A little tipsy and wondering if he was the problem. Perhaps he was the one who pushed people away.

As if snapping him out of a daze, a hand landed on the small of his back, a familiar touch that was both comforting and grounding.

“Kino,” Jayce’s voice sliced through the noise, and Viktor leaned into him ever so slightly. Chasing the familiar presence.

“Hey, man,” Kino beamed, a toothy grin that Viktor enjoyed—but Jayce saw right through. 

He was aware that he needed to keep the two from mingling with each other alone. God forbid Kino pulled some stunt that would turn the bet in his favour. He couldn’t trust him, knowing very well that his friend wasn’t below embarrassing Viktor for the sake of ruining his already terrible social ranking. He hadn’t expected to get so invested in him beyond the confines of the bet, and Jayce felt a need to protect him. A guilty conscience gnawing at him.

Viktor blinked in confusion as the two friends spoke, the alcohol hitting him hard and blurring his focus.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, “I’ll be right back,” he added, pulling away from Jayce’s touch as he began making his way to the nearest bathroom, desperate for a splash of cold water on his face to bring him back to reality and closer to sobriety. He hated not being in control, the fuzzy feeling in his mind making him question emotions he’d rather ignore.

“Don’t be a dick,” Jayce cautioned Kino, jaw clenching possessively.

Kino rolled his eyes, chuckling as a sly grin danced across his features, “Dude, I’m not going to do anything. I’m allowed to talk to him… Let’s call it a truce tonight, hm?” He said, a look of mischief flickered through his eyes, “You got a thing for him, don’t you? More than just a bet.”

Jayce let out a dismissive scoff, averting his gaze, “What? No.”

“Jesus, Jayce, I’m not a fucking idiot—”

“You’re drunk... Go have a glass of water or something.” Jayce cut him off with a harsh snap of his voice, looking over his shoulder, “I need to go find Viktor.”

Kino watched as Jayce turned away, a knowing look in his eyes. He wasn’t trying to be a villain—but who said there couldn’t be a little bit of manipulation and digging when it came to a bet? After all, Jayce wasn’t the only one trying to win. There were stakes to be had here, and he wasn’t one that was going to lose so easily. 

So, off he went to find Maddie.

“Hey,” a gentle voice spoke as if coming down from the heavens as Viktor splashed cold water onto his flushed face, the bathroom door wide open. He straightened up, looking over at the stranger rather startled, eyes widening when he recognized Vi. “Fuck, you look rough,” she quipped, a rich laugh escaping her lips and kicking back and edge to her tone. “Powder said you were going to be here tonight.”

Viktor groaned softly, rummaging through the cupboard beneath the sink to find an untouched towel that he had used to wipe the cold water from his skin. “I have no idea why I’m here.”

“Are those Ekko’s clothes?” Vi asked with a teasing smirk, reaching over and readjusting the flannel draped on his shoulder, “Aw, V. You’re so cute. You should let him style you more often.”

“There’s a reason I hang out with Powder and not you,” he shot back matter-of-factly, eyes flashing in her direction, an amused look on his face.

Vi laughed again, her eyes crinkling in delight, “Where’s Jayce? Did he abandon you for Mel?”

“You’re evil when you’re drunk,” a new voice chimed in. Caitlyn stepped into view from behind Vi, tall and well-composed. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just projecting because we’re partying at my ex's house.”

Viktor blinked a few times, trying to regain his senses and string together his thoughts as more people seemed to throw themselves at him. He avoided this by staying isolated at Powder and Vi’s—an escape from nosy people. Sobering up didn’t seem to help his discomfort with their combined presence.

“This is my girlfriend, Cait,” Vi introduced, leaning back into Caitlyn’s embrace as two slender arms wrapped around her shoulders, fingers clasping together above her chest. “Seriously, where’s Jayce?”

“Why are we huddled in the bathroom?” Jayce’s voice rumbled out.

“Speak of the devil,” Caitlyn said softly, glancing over her shoulder just as Jayce approached them from the crowd of students.

“There you are!” He chirped with enthusiasm, his eyes landing on Viktor as he peered over Caitlyn and Vi. “Are you good? Do you need water?”

Viktor was silent for a moment, watching the three people staring back at him with small smiles on their faces. It was suffocating, and he was close to throwing in the towel and asking to be taken him, but as he saw the joyous look on Jayce’s face, he couldn’t help but return the smile, “Might be the worst decision possible; but maybe another beer,” he said, mischief sparking in his eyes.

“Atta’ boy!” Vi exclaimed, shaking him by the shoulders, “Let’s get fucked up!”

Once more, Viktor was wrangled like a farm animal, but it was with better company this time around. He indulged in a few more cups of beer, along with Vi, while Caitlyn and Jayce didn’t partake—working tirelessly as the sober rides home.

With a soft thud, Viktor sank into the couch, a permanent, carefree smile etched on his lips as he watched Caitlyn and Vi bicker about something he couldn’t quite retain. He was small compared to Jayce, who was leaning back against the arm of the couch, eyes settled on Viktor’s pink cheeks, his face flushed from the alcohol. It was cute. He was cute.

So damned cute.

“You’re staring,” Viktor slurred, his golden eyes full of life and moving to settle on his newest friend. “You stare at me a lot.”

Jayce’s sunkissed cheeks burned red, and a sly smile curled at the corners of his mouth as he shrugged. “Is it so bad to admire you?” he replied casually, savouring Viktor's reaction. Those normally cold eyes softened, and a smile revealed his teeth—the bottom ones slightly crooked. It melted Jayce’s heart.

“A dork. That’s what you are,” Viktor stated, lifting the red solo cup to his lips and chugging back the last remnants of his sixth beer of the night before tossing it over his shoulder—lost on the floor somewhere.

Jayce hummed, the sound barely rising above the music pulsing in the background as crowds of teens danced just beyond their intimate spot on the couch. “You caught me. I’m a dork. It only comes out around people I like.”

“You like me?” Viktor questioned, head lulling back against the couch, “And here I thought you were going to bring me here just to embarrass me.”

Jayce’s mouth parted, and he wore a dramatic, feigned look of hurt on his face. “I’ll have you know that I like you a lot, V. A gentleman wouldn’t do that.”

“Now you’re a gentleman? So many titles, it’s hard to keep up with.” Viktor whined dramatically, a playful pout forming on his lips, and the idea of kissing them flashed through Jayce’s mind.

“You’ll be quizzed on this later. Better retain all this information,” Jayce teased.

“Jerk,” Viktor snorted, a rare, genuine laugh bubbling up from his chest as he toppled over on the couch and fell onto Jayce’s lap, his movements buoyed by the alcohol’s effects.

“You’re so drunk,” Jayce mumbled affectionately, his large hands holding his shoulders and easily adjusting him so he was sitting back straight, “You okay?”

“You’ve asked me that a lot tonight,” Viktor replied softly, his long lashes framing his golden eyes as he gazed up at Jayce.

“Because I care about you. I wasn’t lying,” Jayce stated, sincerity threading through his voice.

A hush fell over them, the sounds of Caitlyn and Vi‘s laughter fading into the background and the chattering of students dimming until there was almost nothing around them—suspended into a bubble of intimacy. It was like the spinning world stopped and left the two of them there to experience nothing but each other. 

Viktor’s eyes fluttered between Jayce’s, batting slowly as his lids hung heavy. A spark ignited between them, a tension that they both felt and mutually acknowledged.

“I think I need to go home,” Viktor finally mumbled, reality sinking into him. 

“Yeah, I think you do,” Jayce chuckled, rising slowly from the couch and extending a hand to Viktor. The simple touches sent sparks through their veins, tightening the tension between them that Viktor was certain he’d act on if given the chance.

Caitlyn and Vi trailed closely behind them, losing interest in the party once their only friends decided to abandon the lively night. Viktor’s hand shaped to his cane, surprisingly doing well at keeping himself balanced, though the gentle hand on his back did wonders at keeping him afloat.

“Shit,” Caitlyn hissed, her voice laced with frustration, “I forgot my purse. Jayce, can you go grab it?”

“Just keep an eye on V, yeah?” He replied, reluctantly moving his hand from the small of his back as he quickly made a detour, unaware of the storm brewing in the direction Maddie was charging from.

“Easy there, bud,” Vi laughed, draping an arm around Viktor’s thin shoulder, more drunk than him but steadier on her feet from weekends and weekends of practice, “I got you.”

“What a ragtag group of friends. So fitting.” A voice chimed in, an accent thick on her tongue.

Viktor was tired of meeting new people.

Caitlyn and Vi’s eyes snapped at the sound of the voice, landing on a particular redhead who had made their lives a living hell for the past year. Why did they even go to the party? Well, maybe they were gluttons for punishment.

Vi snorted, amused at the sight of her. “Leave us alone, Maddie. This is so not worth a petty little argument. Go back to your new girlfriend, I’m sure she’s missing your annoying ass.” A low blow, but if there was anyone she hated, it was her.

Viktor, however, had stiffened from the confrontation. Sobering up just enough to understand what was going on—remembering certain discussions back at Powder’s about Maddie. Mostly, it was Powder who lamented to him and Sky about the torment inflicted upon Maddie, often feeling sorry for her older sister, who was dragged into the drama that hadn’t needed to exist.

As he stared at her, he wondered how someone so innocent-looking—and much smaller than them—could be so evil.

“What the hell are you even doing here? I didn’t invite you.” Maddie stated, voice laced with sharpness, her arms crossed over her chest. Her doe-like eyes landed on Viktor, widening with barely concealed contempt, “And I sure as hell didn’t invite this freak.“

There it was. Evil.

Viktor’s eyebrows knitted together, a look of disdain forming on his face. He struggled to maintain a neutral expression, a skill he was sure he’d never nail down.

“I was invited,” he shot back lazily, tired of the conversation and wanting nothing more than the sweet comfort of his bed. Oh, how badly he wished he could have Sky pick him up and take him away from the drama unfolding before him.

“I find that hard to believe,” Maddie said, an amused, mocking lilt in her words. Although her eyes were soft and rounded, they carried a jealous glint—a look that Powder described to him many times. 

A breathy laugh escaped Viktor’s lips as he studied her, taking a quick moment to flicker his eyes around at the gatherings of students, their curiosity piqued. They watched with wide eyes, whispering to each other and sharing hushed laughter. He was unsure if it was directed at the three of them or Maddie, and quite frankly, he didn’t care.

“Thank you,” Viktor’s words were soft as he returned his gaze to the girl, feeling both Caitlyn and Vi watching him. 

Maddie crinkled her nose, “Excuse me?”

“I said thank you,” he reiterated with a sigh, stepping forward with his weight leaning on his cane and purposefully bumping his shoulder into hers, “For a moment there, I almost forgot why I avoid places like this and people like you. Oh, and in case no one’s told you yet because they’re spineless,” he casted a scathing glance over his shoulder at her, eyes narrowed and full of restrained anger, “your music taste is garbage, and your house looks like it was decorated by someone who peaked in the 70s. You’ve got the money to do better.”

Vi barked out a loud laugh as if on cue, and anyone eavesdropping followed suit. The chorus of laughter grew louder with each passing moment—all at Maddie’s expense. Viktor wasn’t one for bitter insults thrown at anyone besides his friends, but the alcohol in his system voided his filter, and god, he hated her fucking house.

“Come on,” Caitlyn murmured, deliberately avoiding her ex’s eyes as she took Vi’s hand and pulled her behind Viktor, creating a barrier between the two.

“Assholes,” Maddie spat, storming ahead and brushing past Jayce, who was on his mission to return the purse to Caitlyn.“Thanks for inviting those losers,” her voice spit at him as he was hustling back to his friends—confused until he saw Viktor slamming the door behind the trio as they hastily left the party. Escaping the stuffy atmosphere that was beginning to eat them up alive.

“Hey, V! Wait up—” Jayce called out, his voice breaking through the laughter as he rushed to catch up with the group, slipping out the front door and handing the purse to Caitlyn.

“Night, guys,” Vi slurred as Caitlyn tugged her along with haste, knowing well that Jayce would need a moment alone with Viktor.

“You okay?” Jayce’s voice was hushed as he spoke to Viktor, eyes looking over his face—searching for any hurt and desperately asking for an explanation of what happened.

“Stop asking me that. I’m fine, Jayce.” Viktor’s voice was sharp, sighing as he slouched back on a large decorative rock set slightly off the winding path to the front door. Only a few minutes prior, he was certain the earth would move beneath him, and he’d fall flat on his face in a drunken stupor, but apparently, all it took was an altercation to sober you up.

“Sorry,” Jayce murmured, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans as his eyes fixated on Viktor’s defeated frame. “I didn’t think she was going to say anything tonight. If I knew she would, I wouldn’t have made you come.”

It was true. The intent of the night was one thing: to make Viktor skyrocket in popularity, of course, unbeknownst to him. However, it seemed that every time Jayce intended to work towards the bet, it lagged behind. Once he was with Viktor, the urge to push it further left him.

Viktor sighed deeply, both hands resting on the cane he kept between his legs; tired eyes watched Jayce. “It’s fine. It’s not like I didn’t expect it once I saw her, especially not with Cait and Vi there. If I had a dollar for every story I heard about her causing shit between them, I’d have enough for a trip to the furthest place from here.”

“She wasn’t a total bitch, was she?” Jayce prodded, shifting to bend down in front of Viktor and looking up at him with those soft hazel eyes that could ease anyone.

“If you consider her a bitch for calling me a freak, then yes,” Viktor replied, allowing a bitter laugh to escape his lips.

Jayce’s brows furrowed, and his expression hardened, anger rising in his chest. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous.”

Viktor chuckled lightly, amusement hardly masking the pain of his words, “Of me? That’s a stretch.”

“You know what they say: hurt people… hurt people,” he said confidently as if it were some groundbreaking statement that would shift Viktor’s mindset and raise his spirits. Silence formed, and Viktor laughed—another genuine laugh that caught Jayce off-guard, his cheeks flushing with colour. “What? It’s true!” 

“You’re such a dork. Seriously... I can’t stand you.” Viktor said between laughs, his stomach hurting from how hard he was moving with the laughter. 

With a bright smile spreading across his lips, Jayce knelt closer and rested his hands over Viktor’s knees His thumbs rubbed over the fabric of his pants, a shiver running up the thinner man’s spine as he tensed briefly at the sudden touch.

“You keep calling me a dork. Are you flirting with me?” Jayce teased softly, head cocking to the side.

“You wish,” Viktor mumbled, trying to hold back a smile, but it was impossible.

Jayce’s lips parted, acting on impulse, “Would it be so bad if I did?”

Viktor’s eyes widened in shock, his heart racing in his chest—slamming against his ribcage painfully. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his ears, unable to tear his gaze away from Jayce as his eyes briefly flickered down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. It was bad; he knew it was bad, but he couldn’t stop himself—the pull toward him was terribly strong. Suffocating. Threatening.

He wanted to tell him he was drunk and that he didn’t mean what he was saying, and the alcohol was skewing his words, but it was no use. Jayce was as sober as they came, and that made everything so much worse.

“You should probably stop before you regret what you’re saying,” Viktor managed to mumble, swallowing a lump down his throat as it tightened.

Jayce hadn’t felt the same way—confident in his actions. Staring up into Viktor’s eyes, his hands comfortably resting over his knees like a perfect mould, thumbs grazing over the fabric as he just knelt there and enjoyed every passing second between them. Enjoying the way that Viktor seemed so flustered by his words.

Maybe he was pushing it. Maybe he would regret it in the morning, but he didn’t want to stop.

This felt right—so incredibly right.

“I won’t,” Jayce spoke gently, “I promise you, I won’t.”

Viktor’s stomach twisted and turned, his face contorting into one of uncertainty. Dangerous territory… that’s what this was. Threatening, but he pushed past it.

“If I kiss you, would you be mad?” he blurted out, his mouth working faster than his brain.

Jayce’s eyes widened, his heart freezing for a fraction of a second. His fingers tensed over Viktor’s knees, breath catching in his throat as he stayed still, fearing that if he moved, this moment would slip away and all he worked for would be gone. Not the bet, but this. 

“I don’t think so,” he replied shakily, and that’s all the confirmation Viktor needed.

A drunken ask led to a drunken kiss—his body leaning forward, cane discarded aside as his lips crashed clumsily against Jayce’s. It was sweet, a mingling of emotions that the two of them had been skirting for days. It was electric and awkward, a rush of warmth that enveloped them both… and lasted barely three seconds before Viktor pulled away as a wave of nausea cashed over him, and he leaned over the rock as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bushes behind him.

“Ah, shit.” Jayce jumped into action, breathless and dazed from the sudden kiss, trying to wrap his head around what happened while tending to Viktor. He held his waist, one hand rubbing his back until Viktor was done.

“Take me to Sky’s,” Viktor whined, his voice shaky, fingernails scratching against the rock as he caught his breath and focused on keeping himself from round two.

The night ended abruptly, leaving both boys in their separate beds across the city with their minds running a thousand miles a minute. Viktor was certainly right about one thing—the party changed everything.

A/N: Thank you for your patience!! I was so happy to finally get this chapter finished. Can't promise Chapter 6 will be out right away, but I will aim for next week. :)

[leilasmom]

𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 1)

pairing: stalker!jake x reader (f)

synopsis: It all started when you met Jake Sim—the campus golden boy everyone adored. Charming, new, and impossible to resist, you quickly become his obsession. But as you fall deeper into his world, you realize the person you're falling for isn’t who he appears to be. And soon, you're trapped in a game you never agreed to play.

warnings: stalking, brief kissing in public, big tit reader, jake is kinda weird, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), light manipulation(?), part 1 is really not that bad tho, lmk if there are any more!

word count: 10.6k

author's note: so like i kinda hate this ㅠㅠ and i wasnt gonna make it into separate parts but i just wanna test the waters with this and see how much attention this will get first if that makes sense. also first time actually writing smut so idk if it sounds awkward, but pls give me any criticism you think needed! ty >.<

part 2 release date: tbd

now playing: mind games by sickick

It all started when you met Jake Sim. He was the campus guy—popular with the girls, adored by the professors, the kind of person everyone gravitated towards, but still had the kind, innocent, and nerdy element to him. If there was a charity event, Jake was organizing it. If someone had tech problems, Jake was fixing them. He had this effortless way of making you feel like you were the center of the world when he spoke to you.

You weren't immune to it, either. As a new freshman, you’d heard his name long before you met him. So when you found yourself at a party a month into your first semester trying not to look out of place, Jake was the last person you expected to notice you.

You weren’t even supposed to be at that party. Crowded rooms filled with loud music and drunk strangers weren’t exactly your thing, but your new friend/roommate Ava insisted. She was the kind of girl who thrived in any social setting, the life of the party, effortlessly magnetic, something you learned the first day you moved into your dorm. With her status as an upperclassman, she knew everyone worth knowing and had declared that you had to go to the “first party of the year” because it was “going to be epic.” So, naturally, she dragged you along.

Now you were nursing a watered-down drink in the corner of a house that smelled like cheap beer and vanilla-scented candles. Ava stood beside you, casually pointing out all the people she deemed “important”—guys and girls she seemed to have endless stories about, whether those memories were good, bad, or in between.

“Oh!” she said suddenly, nudging you with her elbow. “That’s Jake Sim over there. Real nice guy, everybody loves him.” 

You followed her gaze across the room. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, talking to a group of people who seemed completely captivated by whatever he was saying. Even from a distance, it was easy to see why. He had that kind of face—sharp jawline, warm smile, the perfect amount of confidence in the way he carried himself. His dark hair pushed back slightly over his forehead, like it had been styled that way on purpose. 

You nodded without saying anything.

“You know,” Ava smirked, “I feel like he’s been eyeing you across the room for a while.” 

You blinked, startled. “No he hasn’t.”

“Oh, he has. He’s doing that thing guys do where they pretend to listen to the conversation but keep glancing at you like you’re the main event.”

And who’s to say you weren’t the main event? Sure, this was your first official college party and the atmosphere felt a little out of your comfort zone, but it’s not like you spent your whole life as some awkward wallflower. You’re hot and you have what it takes to make men gawk and stop to stare at you on the streets. Even if you were oblivious about it. Even if you didn’t care. Plus you were a new, young face to the campus. And what do college boys with raging hormones love more than some new, hot, fresh meat?

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush it off. I mean, yeah, Jake was cute, but you weren’t going to entertain the idea of him eye fucking you across the room from your very tipsy friend who definitely should take it slow with the alcohol. You came here to accompany your friend, not for some popular boy. And that’s what you were going to do. At least that’s what you told yourself.

You couldn’t help sneaking another glance in his direction. Sure enough, his eyes met yours for probably the hundredth time that night. Your breath caught for half a second as he smiled. Not a quick, polite one, but the kind of cocky and sly smile that made it seem like he knew something you didn’t.

“See?” Ava whispered, “Told you.” Before you could argue, Jake excused himself from his group of drunk friends and started making his way towards you. Your instinct was to bolt, but Ava was quick to grab your arm, holding you in place. “Oh my god, he’s coming over here.”

“Shut up. Don’t make it weird,” you hissed under your breath.

“Me? Never,” she said, but the mischievous glint in her eyes told a different story.

Jake stopped a few feet away, holding a red solo cup in one hand, the other casually tucked into his pocket. “Hey,” he said, his voice so smooth but unassuming that for a second you didn’t know if he was talking to you or Ava, until his eyes eventually met yours. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jake.”

You hesitated for a moment, your throat dry. But Ava on the other hand, ever the social butterfly, was already beaming with her response. “This is _____. She’s a freshman. And she’s my new roomie.” 

“Ah, Jake said, his smile widening as he held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Freshie huh? Welcome to the chaos. If you ever need a hand settling in, don’t hesitate to ask. I know Ava over here wasn’t exactly the most put-together during her freshman year,” he playfully teased.

Ava rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” she replied in defeat. You could tell they shared some history together, though the details weren’t something you cared to uncover at the moment.

You shook his hand, feeling his strong grip and his overwhelming gaze. “Thanks,” you managed to mumble, your voice quieter than you intended.

Ava, clearly delighted, nudged you again before stepping back. “I’m going to find another drink. You two have fun.” She shot you a not so discreet wink, one Jake clearly noticed. He responded with a low, undeniably attractive chuckle that stirred something inside you, something you knew you shouldn’t be feeling. 

And just like that, she was gone, leaving you alone with him.

Jake tilted his head slightly, studying you with an intensity that made you want to fidget. “So, what do you think of the party?” 

“It’s… loud.” 

He chuckled and you awkwardly laughed in return. “Yeah, not really my scene either,” he admitted. “I was actually about to head out. Want to join me? I know a quieter place where we can talk.” 

You hesitated, something about his directness caught you off guard. You’d been in similar situations like this before—situations where boys had tried to talk you into following them to their rooms and the like. Now, you weren’t inexperienced when it came to men, but a one night stand with someone you’ve been conversing with for about 45 seconds didn’t seem like something you were interested in at the moment. But that wasn’t what Jake was implying. You could tell he wasn’t like other guys in the past, the ones who were all too eager to make their intentions clear. There was something different about the way he carried himself. 

And something different, there definitely was. But we’ll get to that part later.

Jake was patiently waiting for your response while you contemplated. You looked up at him and he smiled again, that disarming, perfect smile, and for a moment, you forgot why you were even questioning it. 

“Sure,” you replied, not realizing then that this was the moment that everything in your life would change. 

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“So,” you asked, glancing out the window at the quiet streets passing by, “where are we?”

Jake gave you a sideways glance, his hand relaxed on the wheel. “Just a spot I like. It’s nice to get away from all the noise sometimes, don’t you think?” His voice was warm, almost teasing, like he already knew you’d agree. 

You nodded, leaning back in your seat. “Yeah, I guess.” The party had been a bit much for your taste, and the idea of some quiet didn’t sound half bad. “Do you come here a lot?”

“Not really, I usually only bring people I actually want to talk to.”

Your cheeks warmed at that, and you looked down at your hands, fumbling with the hem of your dress. “Well, that’s nice of you.”

He chuckled softly. “It’s not about being nice. You just seemed different. Thought it might be worth getting to know you better.” 

His words caught you off guard, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or not, but the way he said them felt so genuine, so effortlessly charming, that you couldn’t help but smile. “Different how?”

He shrugged, his eyes flickering to you briefly before returning to the road. “You’re not like everyone else. You’re not trying too hard, you’re just… you. It’s refreshing.”

Even though it sounded so cliché, he wasn’t lying. It’s not like you were trying to be different. I mean, it wasn’t hard for someone like you to stand out from a crowd of drunk girls, definitely trusting their tiny tops and micro shorts way more than they should, especially at a college party, basking in the attention of young, hungry men. But maybe that’s what they wanted. Maybe they want the recognition, the attention. You don’t. Not because you couldn’t pull it off—you could—but you didn’t care to. You weren’t there for the feeling of lingering eyes on you, and that was obvious to anyone paying close enough attention. And Jake paid attention. Oh, he did for sure. The moment you walked in the room, he noticed the way you carried yourself, not chasing the spotlight like others. And also mostly because you weren’t trying to whore yourself out at every given moment like everyone else, girl or guy. But it intrigued him, igniting a flicker of curiosity and a peculiar intent that he’d never felt before in the back of his mind. 

You let out a soft laugh, unsure of how to respond. “Well, thanks, I guess.”

Jake’s grin widened. “Don’t mention it.” 

As the car slowed and he turned down a quiet street, you realized you weren’t sure where you were, but the thought barely lingered. Something about the way he spoke made it hard to think too much. It felt easy, almost natural, to trust him. And that was the scariest part.

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The door clicked shut behind you, and before you even had a chance to set your bag down, Ava was already perched on her bed, eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“So,” she grinned, tucking her legs under her, “how was it?”

“How was what?” you asked, feigning oblivion as you drop your bag onto your chair.

Your roommate groaned dramatically, sitting up straighter on her bed. “The date! You leave me in the middle of a party that you were supposed to be my date for, with the most popular guy on campus!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “It wasn’t a date. We just… hung out.” You tried your best to sound indifferent, but Ava was already grinning.

“Whatever it was, tell me!” she demanded, practically bouncing on her bed.

“It was... nice,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you kicked off your shoes.

“Nice? That’s all I’m getting? Did you guys talk? Do anything?”

“No, we didn’t do anything. And I didn’t want to anyway. He was very respectful.”

“Of course he was,” Ava said, throwing her hands up like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, it’s Jake we’re talking about here. The guy’s practically perfect. Teachers love him, girls worship him, and he still manages to have this whole humble, good-guy image.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Exactly. Nothing shocking there.”

“Still, I just had a feeling he’d be different with you.”

You froze for a second, glancing at her. “Different? Why?”

“Because I’ve seen how he is with other girls. Trust me, they throw themselves at him all the time, and he’s always so polite about it, but he never seems interested. He doesn’t make the first move. Ever.” She shrugged, as if it were no big deal. “But tonight? He came straight for you.”

You shrugged back, brushing her comment off with a small laugh. “I think you’re reading too much into it. He was just being nice.”

Ava raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t push further. And you? You kept brushing it off, like you always did.

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As you walked back into your shared room after your nightly shower and routine in the bathroom, you glanced over at Ava. “Hey, by the way… what did Jake mean earlier? You know, when he said you ‘weren’t the most put-together’ during your freshman year?”

She just snorts, clearly unbothered by the memory. “Oh, that. Yeah, I was kind of a hot mess back then. Partied a lot, made some questionable choices. But, hey, isn’t that what college is for?”

You chuckled. Makes complete sense, honestly. “I was just curious. For a second, I thought maybe you two had a thing or something.”

“A thing? Well… kind of.”

Your head snapped up.

She shrugged casually, like she was recounting a minor detail. “There was this one party my freshman year. We were playing spin the bottle, and it landed on Jake. So, yeah, we kissed. Or, well, made out. But only once.”

You blinked, not sure how to respond. “Oh. Uh, okay.”

“It wasn’t a big deal, I swear. It was years ago, and neither of us cared enough to make it weird. It’s not like it’s awkward or anything now. We don’t even bring it up.”

You nodded slowly, trying to process the new information. “Got it. Not jealous or anything,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, though the thought does linger for a second. It’s not like you had any claims on Jake, but… still.

“Good. Because honestly, you and Jake? Totally different vibe. I think it’s cute.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your water bottle to avoid letting the conversation stretch any further.

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A few days later, Jake was leaned back against the couch in his apartment, a half-empty can of soda resting loosely in his hand. His friends were scattered across the room, voices bouncing off the walls as they talked about the usual—classes, campus drama, upcoming events—but his mind was somewhere else entirely.

“So, what’s with you?” Jay, his closest friend, asked, nudging him with his foot from across the coffee table.

Jake blinked, realizing he’d been quiet for too long. “What?”

“You’ve been zoning out for the past five minutes. Let me guess, girl troubles?”

That got the attention of the others. “Girl troubles? Jake Sim?” Sunghoon chimed in, laughing. “Yeah, right.”

Jake shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant, but the small, almost imperceptible grin tugging at his lips gave him away. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s totally like that,” Jay teased. “C’mon, spill.”

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “Her name’s _____. I met her at that party the other night.”

“Wait, the one you ditched us for?” 

Jake just chuckled and nodded, his gaze dropping to the can in his hand. “Yeah. Her.”

Then Jay let out a low whistle. “Damn, guess I never expected you to be the one to take the lead for once.”

“It’s not about that,” Jake said quickly. “She’s just different. She doesn’t try to stand out, but she does. I don’t know, man. She’s—” He stopped himself, shaking his head with a faint chuckle. “Forget it.”

“No, no, keep going,” Sunghoon pressed, leaning forward. “You’re actually into her, aren’t you?”

Jake didn’t respond, but the way his jaw tensed and his eyes flicked away said enough.

“Wow, well, I mean, good for you, dude. She’s gorgeous. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the guys on campus are already trying to get her attention.” Jay implied. 

That comment sent an unexpected pang through Jake’s chest. He tried to brush it off, but the thought lingered, other guys noticing you, talking to you, maybe even flirting with you.

“She doesn’t seem like the type to fall for just anyone,” Jake said, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. 

“True,” Sunghoon agreed. “But still. She’s new, she’s pretty, and she’s got that whole ‘mystery girl’ vibe going on. Trust me, people are going to notice her.”

Jake forced a laugh, but the unease was already settling in the back of his mind. You didn’t seem like the type to entertain random guys, but the idea of someone else getting too close to you didn’t sit right with him.

The thought stayed with him long after his friends had moved on to another topic. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. It was just concern. You were new to campus, probably still finding your footing, and he didn’t want anyone to take advantage of that.

He told himself it was harmless as the idea began to form in his mind. Just checking in on you, making sure you were okay. Not in an overbearing way, of course. You wouldn’t even know. It was just the right thing to do.

And if it gave him peace of mind? Well, that was just a bonus.

That night, Jake sat hunched in front of his glowing PC screen, the only light in his room casting long shadows across his walls. His fingers hovered over the keyboard with an eager sort of precision, scrolling through page after page. What was he looking for? You. Only you.

It wasn’t like him, spending hours like this, completely absorbed in something he couldn’t explain. But there was something about you that was different. Like an itch he couldn’t ignore, let alone resist scratching.

Finding your Instagram hadn’t taken long. A couple of clicks here, a mutual tag there, and suddenly your whole world was laid out before him. Your name. Your face. Your posts. From there, it was a rabbit hole he couldn’t help but dive into. Facebook? Found it. Tumblr? Found it. Pinterest? Of course. Each new profile unlocked a little piece of you, a puzzle he was determined to solve.

Hours passed, and Jake found himself digging deeper, further back into your life than he had any business going. He paused on a blurry group photo from high school, his eyes immediately locking onto you. Awkward braces, a side ponytail, and a shy smile that tugged at something strange in his chest. He chuckled softly to himself, his lips curving into a grin.

“Cute.”

The realization of how long he’d been doing this emerged at the edge of his mind, but he was quick to brush it off. I mean, who doesn’t do this? Everyone stalks their crush. It’s not weird. It’s normal. He was just curious. That’s all.

And yet, even as he closed out one tab and opened another, Jake couldn’t shake the nagging sense that this wasn’t enough. The photos, the posts, the snippets of your life he was piecing together, they still felt distant, impersonal. He wanted more. Needed more.

His hand hovered over the mouse for a moment before he opened Instagram again, pulling up your most recent story. You were out earlier with a friend, walking with a coffee in hand, the city bustling in the background. It was mundane, ordinary. But to him, it was fascinating. 

You were almost like an unsolved case to him. Every photo, every caption, every comment was a clue, something to dissect and overanalyze. The way you angled your head in selfies, the way you always seemed to wear rings on your right hand. Did that mean something? Maybe it was just a habit, or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know, but the not knowing made him dig deeper. Each little detail was like a breadcrumb leading him further down a path he couldn’t stop following. 

It boosted him. Every new discovery sent a thrill rushing through him, like solving the next piece of a complex puzzle. The high school photos, the forgotten Pinterest boards filled with dreamy quotes and wedding décor. He was piecing together a version of you even you didn’t know you’d left behind.

The rational part of him, however, it was there. Buried somewhere, trying to surface, to remind him that this wasn’t normal, that this wasn’t healthy. But the excitement, the adrenaline of knowing so much about you, drowned it out every time. You were fascinating. You were beautiful. And you didn’t even know it, but by leaving that party with him that one night, you were letting him into your world.

It felt intimate. Special. Like he was uncovering the real you, the one hidden behind the edited photos and casual captions. And Jake? Jake couldn’t get enough.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes flickering to the clock. It was late. Too late to still be sitting here. But he didn’t care. You were under his skin now, in his mind, in his every thought.

And he convinced himself, once again, that this was fine. Perfectly fine. He was just looking. There's nothing wrong with looking. 

Right?

He didn’t notice it yet, but he was crossing a line he didn’t realize he was already standing over.

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It was a perfectly normal Saturday afternoon. You were at the local grocery store, a basket in hand as you roamed the aisles, debating between two different brands of pasta. The store was buzzing with life. Kids whining for candy, parents arguing over coupons, the hum of soft pop music barely audible over the chatter.

You were zoning out, staring at the shelves, when a familiar voice startled you.

“Hey, fancy seeing you here.”

You turned sharply, and there he was. Jake. Dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans, he looked casual and relaxed, the epitome of “guy next door.”

“Oh. Hey, Jake. What’re you doing here?”

“Grocery shopping, same as you,” he said with a grin. “Though I’ll admit, I didn’t expect to run into you.”

You smiled politely, feeling a little awkward. “Yeah, small world.” And it was then that you realized Jake wasn’t holding a basket or a grocery cart at all. You glanced down at your own, practically overflowing with items, while he stood there empty handed. Maybe he had stopped by to grab something quick. 

He glanced at the shelves, his eyes scanning the items before landing back on you. “Pasta night?”

You held up the two boxes in your hands. “Debating between these two. Any recommendations?”

He stepped closer, pretending to study the boxes like it was a life or death decision. “Well, this brand’s sauce clings better,” he said, pointing to one, “but this one’s texture is nicer. Depends on what you’re going for.”

“I didn’t know you were a pasta expert.”

He grinned. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” 

And for some reason, that stuck with you. You had this feeling that he was being truthful, but not in a good way. Like there was more to that statement than he was letting on, something hidden beneath the surface. A part of you couldn’t ignore the unease creeping up your spine, but his smile was so convincing, that you pushed the thought aside. Maybe you were overthinking it.

You shook your head, putting one box back and dropping the other into your basket. “Good to know. Maybe next time I’ll consult you for my grocery list.”

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than felt necessary. “I’ll hold you to that.”

The two of you ended up walking through the aisles together, Jake casually slipping into conversation as if this wasn’t entirely coincidental. He asked you about your week, made jokes about the odd products on the shelves, and even recommended a snack or two that he claimed was “life-changing.”

It was easy to forget the awkwardness at first, Jake was good at that. He made people feel comfortable, like you were the only person in the room, even if it was just a crowded grocery store.

But as the conversation went on, little things started to feel… off.

Like how he seemed to know exactly what aisle you were heading to next, always a step ahead, grabbing things you hadn’t even noticed. Or how he mentioned a specific brand of matcha you liked, something you didn’t recall ever telling him.

Or when you turned to grab a few more things, and you noticed Jake picking up items—fruits, snacks, even the same brand of shampoo you had chosen—things that seemed oddly familiar to what you were already grabbing. You glanced back down at your basket to where you noticed Jake running out of room, even in his big arms, that he had casually started to place some of his items in your basket, almost absentmindedly. 

At first, it was just a few, but then his arms began to overflow with more things. You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to be running out of room. His hands were awkwardly balancing a few cans, some fruit, and the bottle of shampoo, all piled up like a small tower. It was kind of cute.

"Uh, you might want to grab a basket," you said, eyeing the growing pile in his arms. "I don’t think you’ll fit everything."

Jake looked down at his arms, then back at you with a slight laugh. “Oh, right. Thanks for the reminder.”

He glanced around awkwardly, like it hadn’t even occurred to him. 

I mean that was kind of weird, right? The thought lingered, but you brushed it off as you continued your shopping. 

And then there was the moment at checkout.

You were unloading your basket onto the conveyor belt when Jake casually reached for the same brand of chocolate you’d grabbed earlier, dropping it into his basket with a small smile.

“What?” he asked when he noticed your raised brow. “You have good taste.”

It was harmless. But the way he casually mirrored your actions, not just then, but from the moment you saw him in the store, you’ve noticed how it seems like he’s not just casually shopping, but actively observing you and somehow always knows what your next move is. 

Maybe you’re just being paranoid. It’s getting late after all, the sun is beginning to set and here you are, with a guy you don’t really know all that well. Of course you’re going to be a little on edge. It’s just womanly instincts.

But as you walked out of the store, bags in hand, and saw him heading in the same direction as you—despite you being certain he lived on the other side of campus—that faint unease crept back in.

“Need help carrying those?” he offered, gesturing to your bags.

You shook your head quickly. “No, I’m good. Thanks, though.”

He nodded, still smiling. “Alright. See you around, then.”

And as you started walking away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze lingered just a little too long, like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on their prey. It was subtle, but the intensity of his stare made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, even as his smile never wavered. You tried to dismiss it, telling yourself it was probably just your imagination running wild. After all, it’s Jake. Everyone loves him.

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"So, Jake asked about you," Ava said casually as she applied her mascara, sitting across the room.

"Wait, what?" you asked, sitting up from your bed. It was 7 a.m. in the morning, and you had just been jolted awake by your roommate’s loud music blasting from the bathroom a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, said something about how he wants to ask you out. Take you on a real nice date. Then end it off with spreading your legs in the back of his car."

You froze, your heart racing in your chest. “Wait, what.”

Your silence was then followed by laughter. "Oh my god! I’m joking!"

You let out a huge sigh of relief, but then you playfully shot her a look. "Ava, do not play with me like that." But honestly, you were kind of serious too.

She shot you a grin, clearly amused. "Oh, come on, you’re so easy to mess with. But seriously, you know you wished I wasn’t joking.”

You rolled your eyes at Ava’s teasing and went back to scrolling on your phone. “Yeah, okay,” you muttered, not giving it much thought.

“He did actually say something about asking you out, though.”

You paused, glancing up at her again. “Are you messing with me?”

She swore up and down, looking completely sincere. “No, I’m telling you the truth. He said he wanted to take you out for a nice date. That’s what he told me.”

“I still don’t buy it.”

“I swear on everything, I’m not lying!” Ava’s voice was insistent now. “So what’s the deal? You gonna go?”

You hesitated, unsure. “I don’t know…”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?’” Ava scoffed, clearly frustrated. “Girl, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Every girl wants a night out with Jake. You’d be crazy not to go.”

You chewed on your lip, contemplating her words. It's not that you wouldn't enjoy going out with Jake, it's just that something about him still unsettled you. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there were moments where the way he looked at you, or the way he seemed to know a little too much about you, made you feel like you were under a microscope. It wasn’t overly creepy, but there was an underlying tension that you couldn’t ignore.

Still, you couldn’t deny that you liked his company. He was charming, funny, and his attention was flattering, sometimes even a little intoxicating. But you weren’t sure if it was just his charm that kept you second-guessing those little moments that made you feel off.

“It’s not like that. I mean… he’s nice, and he’s funny, and I enjoy being around him. But, I don’t know. Sometimes, I just feel kind of weird around him. Like, there’s something about him that makes me feel uneasy. It’s like… something’s off.”

Ava tilted her head, unimpressed. “You’re being paranoid. Honestly, I never feel that way around him. He’s always been chill, and I’m sure he’s just trying to make a move on you. Stop second-guessing it, okay?”

You sighed, but Ava wasn’t having it. She was determined to get you to say yes. 

And honestly speaking, a part of you wanted to get to know him more too. He definitely knew how to make a girl laugh, and he was great at contributing to conversations. There was an ease to the way he spoke, like he was genuinely interested in whatever you had to say. And you couldn't deny that there was a certain chemistry between you two. He was charming, effortlessly so, and that smile of his? It melted you every time.

You were sure he was a great kisser too. I mean, those plump lips of his didn’t look like they lied. They were always so close, so inviting. The thought of it made your pulse quicken a little, despite yourself.

So, why not let yourself live a little? Everyone around you was practically begging you to take the plunge. Ava was begging you to go and she knows him better then you do, so when she means he's no harm, she can't be lying. You could use a night of fun, a little excitement. It didn’t have to be anything more than that. After all, he was just a guy. It wasn’t like you were doing anything wrong by saying yes, right?

So a few days later, when you saw Jake waiting outside of your class and finally asked you on a date, you had no reason to say no.

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So here you were. At the edge of a nice lake surrounded by a cute park. Jake beside you, rambling on about some random topic that, honestly, you weren’t even sure you were fully listening to. He had a way of talking, of keeping the conversation flowing smoothly, making it feel like you were the only two people in the world. His voice was soft, relaxed, and as he gestured with his hands, you couldn’t help but watch the way his muscles flexed under the sleeves of his shirt.

You'd almost forgotten why you were so nervous about meeting up with Jake in the first place. The whole thing felt so natural now, so effortless. His laugh was contagious, his stories engaging, and his presence so easy to enjoy. As the sun started to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over everything, you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, the worries and uncertainties slipping away.

“So,” you said casually, glancing over at him, “what exactly are you majoring in, by the way?”

Jake smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, as he looked at you with a glint in his eyes. “I’m in engineering. Tech stuff.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but you could tell by his tone that he took pride in it. “It’s all about computers, networks, systems, you know? It comes in pretty handy,” he added with a sly wink.

“Handy?”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah. I mean, you never know when a little extra knowledge can be useful. You’d be surprised at how helpful it is until you need it,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as if implying something more, but before you could react, he eventually changed the subject.

You wandered the park, your footsteps light, side by side, as you talked about everything and nothing. The air was crisp and refreshing, and the sounds of the nearby water and chirping birds only added to the peaceful vibe. The awkward tension you'd felt in previous encounters with Jake was now a distant memory.

But as the sky darkened, and the park became quieter, something shifted between the two of you. It wasn’t anything obvious, but there was this electricity in the air that hadn’t been there before. It was like everything had led to this moment.

You both stopped by the water, your shoes crunching against the gravel path as you looked out over the lake. The soft waves lapping at the shore reflected the dimming sky, and for a moment, the world around you felt suspended in time. Jake leaned a little closer, his arm brushing against yours as he turned to face you.

"I’m glad we did this," he murmured, his voice soft, almost too sincere.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the summer evening air. "Me too."

And then, without warning, Jake’s hand cupped your cheek, and he kissed you. It was gentle at first, just a soft press of lips, and it shocked you definitely, but you melted into it, letting go of any lingering hesitation. His lips were warm, his touch delicate, and for that brief moment, you forgot about everything—forgot about the nagging thoughts that had been chasing you all day.

But then, suddenly, the kiss deepened. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss turned more urgent, more demanding. His lips were now on yours with an intensity that surprised you, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against him, his body a solid wall against yours. His hand gripped your hips so tight that it sent your mind into a frenzy as he groaned loudly against your lips.

You pulled away for a split second, your heart racing. "Jake... we’re in public," you whispered, your voice shaking slightly.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he kissed you even harder and took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, his hands now reaching further and further down your waist, pulling you towards him. The world around you felt blurry, as if you were floating in a bubble of his touch, and for a moment, you forgot where you were, who you were with—forgot about everything except him.

But then reality came crashing back in seconds. You broke free from the kiss, taking a step back, your breath coming fast. "Jake," you said, voice shaky, "we’re outside. There are other people around." You glanced around nervously, your eyes darting over the now dark park, thankful that no one was nearby but still aware that you were far from alone.

Jake just looked at you, his expression still soft but with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, sorry. I’ve just been really wanting to do that," he said casually, like it was no big deal.

You weren’t sure how to feel about his nonchalance, but you tried to dismiss it, even though a knot formed in your stomach. "Right," you muttered, taking a breath to calm yourself.

For a moment, the air between you both felt charged, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe things were moving faster than you were ready for. But as Jake stepped back with a small grin, his eyes still warm, you felt yourself ease back into the moment, convincing yourself it was just him being... well, Jake. Charming, spontaneous, and maybe a little bit too eager.

So, when he grabbed you by the arm with a playful grin and said, “Come on, I know this great dessert place,” practically dragging you along with him, you told yourself this was just Jake’s way of showing he cared. You told yourself there was no harm in it. Jake was just spirited, maybe a little intense, but in a charming way. That’s all it was.

The rest of the night went smoothly enough, or at least it seemed like it. You talked and laughed some more, and by the time Jake dropped you off in front of your dorm, you found yourself in a bit of a daze. The streetlights cast long shadows, but all you could focus on was the lingering feeling from earlier. The kiss—the intensity of it, the way he didn’t seem to care about where he was or who might see. You’d been caught up in the moment, but now that it was over, that uneasy knot was back in your stomach.

"Thanks for tonight," you said, your voice a little quieter than you intended as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

Jake turned to look at you, his eyes soft, almost too sincere. "Anytime. Let me know when you want to do this again."

"Yeah, I will." You hesitated for a second, unsure if you should say more, but then the words just seemed to evaporate. Instead, you opened the door, stepping out and giving him a small wave as you walked up to your apartment.

As you entered the building, your thoughts kept circling back to that kiss, to his lack of concern about where you were or who might be watching. You’d had fun, no doubt, but there was a part of you that couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

You tried to push the thoughts aside, telling yourself you were overthinking it. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was just that kind of guy. But the unease in your chest only grew heavier as you walked to your room, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were starting to see him for who he really was.

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You and Jake had started hanging out more and more after that date, and you couldn't deny it, you were falling for him more than you expected. Sure, sometimes he did stuff that made you question things, but he wasn’t perfect. So what?

Today, you were studying for some upcoming exams at the school library. The space was quiet, and even though you were focused on your work, you enjoyed having him there. Jake had brought you both coffee and snacks, and the atmosphere felt warm and cozy. You were sitting across from each other, the constant clicking of keyboards the only sound in the otherwise still room. It was a perfect setting, relaxed, comfortable, and you found his presence quite calming. It only felt natural.

“One sec, I’ll be right back. I have to use the bathroom,” you announced, getting up from your chair.

Jake didn’t say anything and just nodded, his eyes still glued to his screen, focused on whatever was on his laptop. But as soon as your back was turned and you were walking away, Jake’s attention shifted.

His eyes landed on your bag, which was slung over the back of the chair next to where you were just sitting a few moments ago. The handle of your tote peeked out from the side, and something shiny caught his eye. It was your keyring. The familiar silver glint of your room key sat half-hidden inside your bag. You must’ve forgotten to tuck it deeper, but it was unmistakable.

Jake’s gaze lingered on it for a moment longer than usual. He looked around, ensuring no one was watching, before reaching over with careful fingers. The motion was almost imperceptible, but he slid the key out of your bag, letting them rest lightly in his palm. He checked the surrounding area once again. No one was looking.

His pulse quickened just a little, the thrill of the action sinking in. You were gone, out of sight, leaving him with this small window of opportunity.

He looked at the keys. They weren’t just any keys—they were a way in. 

Jake sat there for a moment, the keys tucked securely in his pocket, a sense of satisfaction bubbling in his chest. He knew it was a little risky, but it was too perfect to pass up.

He glanced around again, making sure no one had seen. This wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment decision—he’d considered this before, the idea quietly simmering in the back of his mind.

He’d thought about sneaking into your room before, just out of curiosity (or so he told himself). But he never quite figured out how he’d do it without raising suspicion. The idea had first occurred to him a while back when he submitted a 3D-printed model of a robot for his tech project. It wasn’t just a cool demonstration of precision, it was proof of how easy it would be to replicate almost anything if he had the right dimensions.

Now, with your keys in his possession, that idle thought from a while ago clicked into place. The perfect way to turn a passing fantasy into something tangible.

It wasn’t like it would be hard to replicate the keys. After all, he was an engineering major. He had the skills. The tools. The knowledge. With the advanced tech available to him, specifically his access to the 3D printers in the lab, replicating those keys would be a breeze. The thought was almost laughable. No one would be the wiser. 

The more he thought about it, the more the plan excited him. He could “find” the real key after he made the spare, casually give it back to you later, and look like the hero. The savior. You’d think he was just looking out for you, a kind guy who happened to stumble across your lost key. The hero who went the extra mile to return something precious. 

And you’d never know he’d taken it in the first place. Hell, you might even think it was a sweet gesture.

A small, almost smug smile crept onto his face as he imagined it. He liked the idea of being the guy who could fix everything for you, who could always be the one to make things right. In your eyes, he'd be the one who cared, who was always there for you, just the kind of guy you'd want to be with.

The plan felt so natural, so flawless. He didn’t even feel guilty. It was for you, after all. It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong. Just helping you out in the best way possible. It would only bring him closer to you, make you appreciate him even more. 

You came back from the bathroom a few minutes later, the library air still cool and comforting as you settled back into your seat. Lost in your own thoughts, you picked up where you left off in your study notes. The soft clicking of your laptop keys and the rustling of paper were the only sounds filling the space between you and Jake. It wasn’t until you stood up to gather your things, ready to head out, that you noticed something was off.

You dug through your bag, feeling around for your keys, the ones you’d left in there earlier. But they weren’t there.

You froze for a second, your eyes scanning the table and the chair you’d been sitting in. It was only then that you realized they weren’t in your bag at all.

“What?” you muttered, frowning as you scanned the surface of the table. “Where did I put my keys? Jake, have you seen them?”

He was already standing up and grabbing his things by the time, pausing for a second and giving you a slight shrug. “No, haven’t seen them,” he said, as he put on his best “confused” face, sounding completely genuine. “You’re sure you put them in there?”

You nodded, trying not to panic. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Well, if they’re not in your bag, maybe you forgot to bring them. They’re probably somewhere in your room still. I’m sure they’ll turn up.”

There was a little panic in your voice as you started to shuffle through your things. “But I could’ve sworn I left them right here…”

“You don’t have a backup key or something?”

You sighed, realizing you hadn’t thought this through. “No. It’s fine though, Ava’s home. She can let me in. I’ll just buy a new one later.”

Jake smiled a little wider, his mind already running through possibilities, but he kept his tone light. “Alright, guess that works.”

You still seemed a little confused, but the moment passed. You dropped the subject and started talking about something else while you two were getting ready to leave. But Jake could tell—you were distracted now, just a little bit. He’d planted the seed. Maybe you’d brush it off, or maybe you wouldn’t. Either way, he was confident it would only matter if he wanted it to. 

When you both walked out of the library building, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the campus, Jake slipped his bag over his shoulder and turned to you with an easy smile.

“So, I think I’m going to head home and get some rest,” Jake said.

You nodded, still rummaging through your bag, trying to keep your mind off the missing keys. “Yeah, same. I’ll probably head home too.”

"Sure thing. Have a good night."

“Night.”

Then you walked away, completely unaware of the keys now nestled in his pocket, Jake’s expression shifted. That easygoing smile lingered, but there was a sharpness in his eyes, a focus. He wasn’t heading home, not yet, anyway.

Instead, he made his way across campus to the engineering building. The hallways were mostly empty at this hour, the hum of the fluorescent lights echoing faintly. Jake swiped his student ID at the lab room door, stepping inside to the familiar scent of metal and machinery. The quiet whir of the 3D printers waiting in the corner greeted him, and he felt a surge of anticipation.

Pulling your keys out of his pocket, he set them down on the workstation. His fingers worked intently with great focus as he measured and scanned the key, inputting the data into the design software. The model on the screen was precise, the ridges and cuts an exact match to the original.

As the printer came to life, Jake leaned back in his chair, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. By the time the printer finished its work, the replica key was indistinguishable from the original. Jake inspected it carefully, his mind already running through how he’d “find” your keys and return them to you, playing the part of the helpful friend. You’d never suspect a thing.

Pocketing both the original and the replica, Jake left the lab, the grin still lingering on his face as he made his way home. 

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The next day, Jake managed to find you after class. “Hey, look what I found at the bottom of my laptop bag,” he said, holding up your keys with a triumphant smile.

Your eyes lit up as you recognized them. “Oh my god, no way.”

“Yeah, guess you must’ve accidentally dropped them into my bag instead of yours. Good thing I noticed before it got buried under all my stuff.”

You let out a relieved sigh, taking the keys from him. “Seriously, you’re a lifesaver. I was about to go buy a new one.”

Jake chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Well, glad I could spare you the hassle. So… are you free today? Thought maybe we could grab some food or something.”

You gave him an apologetic smile. “Oh, sorry. Me and Ava already made plans. We’re going shopping downtown, actually.”

For a brief second, Jake’s expression faltered, feeling disappointed. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, no worries. You two have fun.”

He hesitated for a moment, then added, “What time are you heading out? Just curious.”

“Uh, probably around noon,” you said, shrugging. 

“I see. Cool. Anyway, have fun. Maybe we can hang out later this week.”

You smiled and nodded before heading off, completely unaware of the shift in Jake’s demeanor as you walked away. If you were going to be gone for hours, that left him with the perfect opportunity.

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Jake’s heart raced as he stood in front of your door. This was it. He had thought about this moment so many times in his mind, playing out every detail, and now, with your absence leaving him a window of opportunity, he was finally here. He double and triple checked the address that he dug for for hours online and made sure he was at the right place. Now, he couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement mixed with a strange sense of calm. It was a risk for sure, he knew that, but for some reason, the thought of being in your space, of having access to the things that were uniquely yours, felt almost...right.

You had just left with Ava, heading to the subway station. He knew because he was watching. He had to be sure you were completely gone before he made any moves. But now, he could finally do what he had been waiting to do for so long. 

Slowly, he pulled the replica key from his pocket, his fingers trembling with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He aligned it with the lock and turned it, the soft click echoing in the silence. It was almost euphoric. The moment his ears caught the sound, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The sound of success, of having everything perfectly fall into place.

Jake breathed a sigh of relief, though he couldn’t place why. Was it the thrill of it all, the forbidden nature of what he was doing, or just the satisfaction of knowing he had outsmarted you? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his body was finally moving, his heart pounding as he pushed the door open ever so slowly, just a crack. Then the gap widened just a bit until it fully swung open, and it revealed your shared apartment, the space you inhabited. His eyes scanned the layout, taking in the unfamiliar sights, the small and intimate details that made this place unmistakably yours.

It was small but cozy, with a cluttered bookshelf lining one wall and a comfy couch facing a tv. A coffee table sat in the middle, a few magazines scattered on top, and beside it, a worn-out rug that had clearly seen better days. The kitchen area was visible in the corner, neat but not pristine, just lived in enough to feel real. He could see the faint light coming in from the windows, the sun still high, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. And then, one of the bedroom doors was slightly ajar—he couldn't help but notice it. Could that door be yours?

Just the thought of going into your room made the region below in his pants twitch. But he could get to that in a moment.

He stood frozen, his gaze sweeping across your private sanctuary. He could hardly believe it. This was your space, your life, and he had made it.

His thoughts swirled in a hazy mix of excitement, guilt, and something darker. He knew he had to move quickly. You’d be back before long. So, he manned up and finally took a step inside. His feet felt heavy, like they were sinking into the floor as he closed the door behind him with a soft click.

Jake froze again. The weight of what he’d just done settled on him in that brief moment of stillness. But then, just as quickly, the urge to explore, to be a part of your world, surged forward. He stepped further into the living room, his hand brushing along the arm of your couch, lingering as though he could feel the traces of you still there.

He looked around, breathing in the air, and a small smile tugged at his lips. This was his opportunity. This was his chance to get even closer to you, to understand you in ways you’d never suspect. He wanted to leave his mark here, in this space where you were supposed to feel safe and in control.

His eyes drifted to the small table beside the window, a few personal items scattered across it. There he saw some books you had mentioned reading in past conversations with him.

He looked even further. Soft blankets littered the couch as Jake bent down to smell them. Some didn’t smell like you, him inferring they were mostly used by Ava. But the others smelled so strong he felt like you were practically there beside him. He spent a good while just inhaling the aroma of you, reminiscing the scent, until he finally snapped out of it. 

Jake’s gaze shifted toward the bedroom doors again, but this time he didn’t linger. He hastily made his way over to them. There were two doors across from each other, and Jake’s heart picked up speed as he walked toward the one on the right. He opened it slowly, his breath catching as he stepped inside. The room felt familiar, but not quite right. He scanned the walls, noting the framed photos of Ava and a few other girls, laughing and posing together, but no sign of you. The realization hit him: this wasn’t your room.

Without hesitation, he moved to the door on the left, his mind racing with anticipation. As he pushed it open, a wave of relief washed over him. This was it. This was the space that had been calling to him in the back of his mind, the space that felt like it was meant to be his, even though he hadn't been invited.

Your room.

The first thing he noticed was the soft glow from a string of fairy lights hanging across the ceiling. The room was cozy, warm, comforting, even. A faint scent of pumpkin spice lingered in the air, almost like it was designed just for you. His gaze swept across the space, taking in the details with a sharp, almost clinical eye. There was a bed pushed against the far wall, with a soft, pastel comforter neatly arranged, and a small desk cluttered with books, papers, and a laptop. He rummaged through them, but was careful enough not to make it seem like your stuff was being messed with. There were assignments, drawings you made, and a few other things, but ultimately, he started to get uninterested.

So he got up and delved further into your room, heart hammering in his chest, as he moved to your dresser, glancing at the things you had left behind—lip balm, a few stray earrings, a bottle of perfume. His fingers lingered over the objects, each one feeling like a piece of you that he could claim.

Jake could feel the weight of it—the tension, the thrill—this was more than just curiosity now. This was ownership. It was like stepping into your world and realizing, for the first time, that he could be a part of it in ways no one else could. No one else was here. No one else had access like he did. 

He opened every single drawer of your dresser, inspecting every single article of clothing you owned. Including the ones he’d seen you wear frequently and ones you’ve seemingly barely touched. He noted your dark grey hoodie that you seemed to live in basically, but also noticed your more scandalous and sexy pieces, wondering why you never put those on for him in the past? One by one, he searched through your dresser from top to bottom. Then he reached the last and final drawer and as he was sliding it open, it never dawned on him what clothes it would occupy until it was fully opened.

Panties. Tons and tons of panties.

Jake froze.

He just sat there, staring.

And staring.

And staring.

But as much as he enjoyed looking, he was eventually slowly reaching in the pile of stacked underwear and grabbing as many as he could.

He brought them up to his face, inhaling the foreign scents of your undergarments. These were obviously your clean pile, but Jake was so focused on what he possessed in the moment, he didn't seem to care. But then, a familiar throbbing in his jeans began to emerge at this point, however, he was still too focused on the many pieces of fabric in full display right below his very own eyes. He then began to look around more. He noticed most of them were thongs. Some cotton, some laced. Some had cute patterns on them; bows, for example. And some were more mature, with dark red or black lacy fabric.

There were bras too. He didn't ignore those.

Now, one thing about you is that you know how to cover yourself up, especially in the upcoming colder seasons. So, when Jake saw your bras tucked away in the back of the drawer and pulled one out, you could say he was shocked at the least, to see it was pretty much big enough to be at least a C cup.

This realization made his cock even more excited, now to the point where he couldn't hold himself back any longer. Jake then immediately unbuckled his jeans as fast as he could, ripping off the buttons in seconds, until he shoved his pants down, right under his ass where he could finally access his poor, frustrated dick, in desperate need of attention.

He pulled it out of his boxer briefs in haste and groaned at the sight. It was red. Angry red, and bulging out in full length already, right in front of him. He gripped it tightly and let out a hiss in pain. But it was a good pain.

His eyes trailed down from the bottom all the way to the top, noticing his veins protruding out even more than they usually do.

Sure, he's jerked off to the thought of you (or pictures of you) countless times before. But now, that he's here—in your room—with full and complete access to your bras and panties, his dick simply just can't take it.

But it will. Jake needs it to.

So, he started moving his hand up and down slowly at first, getting used to this new uncomfortable feeling, until his cock finally calmed down. Jake threw his head back, eyes shutting tight, mouth open in a silent moan. He tried imagining in his head what you would like wearing just your bra and panties. What would you wear for the first time with him? Would you put on something sexy and alluring? Or would you go more cute and innocent? All the thoughts were turning him on too much.

He looked back down at your drawer and spotted a laced baby pink thong peeking out through the bottom of the pile. With no hesitation, Jake immediately grabbed it, looping it onto his dick while he continued to jerk himself off.

The now added friction of the cloth made his cock even harder at this point, which he didn't know was even possible. But after minutes (that seemed like hours), his hand began to grow tired and cramped up, trying so had to release, yet subconsciously edging himself every time he was about to. With a groan full of exhaustion, he momentarily stopped, giving his hand a quick break. He let out a short gasp of air, panting with adrenaline.

But when he glanced down to his still very hard and throbbing cock with your cute little panties wrapped around it, he grabbed it again, this time even harsher.

"Come on, come on," he muttered to himself, frustrated, with furrowed eyebrows. He shut his eyes tight again, imagining himself pounding into your tiny little cunt. He wondered if you wouldn't be able to take it—the thought of you struggling to fit it in all the way. He liked that idea a lot. He would kiss your forehead, tell you he would go slow. And then he would ram himself into you, giving you no time to adjust.

But then he wondered if maybe you'd surprise him, and turn out to be a cock slut, riding it so well, like a beast. He groaned at the thought of it, speeding up his hand even more, gripping his cock even harder. The idea of you bouncing relentlessly, not giving his dick a break until he came inside of you, which sounded just too good to be true. Would you grab your big ass tits and squeeze them right in front of his face? Would they bounce uncontrollably as you rode him like there was no tomorrow?

"Yeah, just like that. Don't stop," he basically whispered to himself in bliss, his imagination getting the best of him. "Fuck, I'm so close baby," he whimpered.

And just like that, he was coming undone. Right then and there, unleashing his load onto your carpeted floor with seemingly, no care in the world.

He laid there, panting out of exhaustion. After he caught his breath, he smiled to himself, a dark, satisfied grin that tugged at the corners of his lips.

He could hear the faint sound of traffic outside, the world continuing without a clue about what he was doing inside these walls. His fingers traced over your cum filled panties once more, and grabbing more from your drawer, each item feeling like a new possibility—a piece of you he could add to his collection.

For a moment, he couldn't shake the feeling of victory. It was as if the world was his, and everything he'd been waiting for was finally within his grasp.

But just as the saying goes, good things never last. And just as quickly as the euphoria had flooded him, the sound of your front door squeaking open shattered the calm, and his eyes widened in fear.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #7291:

I hate how sometimes I will go into specific adult places such as the explicit side of A03 and when I read a smut fanfic that was nicely written and keep in mind, smut tackles certain fantasies that are either impossible to do in real life or would cause ethical and legal issues, and it’s fanFICTION. And since this is A03 we’re talking about, it’s in the friggin tags that the writer put on the smut that they are writing a taboo fantasy that could squick some people out.

In this case, this was a person commenting on how predatory the professor in a fanfiction was being towards a college student. Again, a college professor and a college student will raise ethical issues in real life. In fiction, it’s fiction. There is no real life college student being taken advantage of in the fanfiction, because the student is fictional. Same with the college professor. Also, college students are 18 years old or in their early twenties, which makes them legal adults.

If teacher x student grosses you out that badly, filter the tags related to that content. You’ll save that energy of commenting under someone’s fanfiction and instead comment on something you actually enjoy reading rather than commenting about how disturbed you are about a certain type of content.

I am someone who is hella grossed out by incest, but you won’t see me going through any incest tags going, “ew, gross, you shouldn’t ship that, they’re brothers/sisters you sick freak,” because one, it’s hella rude and disrespectful, two, I’m the one harming myself by willingly going into content that personally grosses me out, and three it’s a waste of time. Which is why me going through fandoms where the most popular ships are between two blood brothers has been a positive experience for me because I filter out the content I personally dislike.

Seriously I’ve seen too many instances of people targeting specific people they personally dislike in adult spaces because they wrote taboo subjects. Hate to break it to ya, Karen, but ALL 18+ spaces like PornHub have tackled sexual taboos. What makes that specific person you’re labeling as “problematic” any different from those people that also made sexual taboos? Is it because you don’t like or respect them as a person and that’s why you’re choosing to do this?

TL:DR, in adult spaces, it’s expected that you’ll act like an adult when it comes to content you find disturbing or gross and either keep scrolling, block and/or filter out that specific content and NOT comment under something that makes you uncomfortable.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Reiterating past statements that anime is degenerate and is inappropriate for “grown -ass men,” to be enjoying, Walsh made it clear he wasn’t apologizing or retracting any of his previous statements against this segment of pop-culture. While some of Walsh’s fans agree, calling anime woke, others have called him out for needlessly alienating segments of his base. After watching Sonic the Hedgehog 3 In the past few months, Walsh has also been warring with fans of the film, calling it one of the worst children’s film ever made and saying it was inappropriate both for children and adults.

Matt Walsh back with the time honored conservative tradition of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. This kind of bullshit is exactly why we've been losing the culture war for the last 40 years.

Pop culture is important. You can't just ignore it and denigrate it and attack people for engaging with it and then wonder why no one will listen to your ideas. A large part of why Trump is so successful is that he's an expert in leveraging pop culture to make himself a cultural icon. Same with Obama back in the day. Pop culture can be a powerful force for persuasion if its taken advantage of correctly. Hell, part of the original support for Trump outside traditionally Republican circles came from gamers who were being redpilled by the video game journalists and developers saying the exact same shit Walsh is.

It's so insane to me that so many conservatives act like this when it comes to things like pop culture when they, rightly, rake the left over the coals for doing with other aspects of society. Attacking anime fans and video game fans and calling them fat, or saying the things they like are for children, or that there's something wrong with people who like these things is no different than Hillary and Biden calling Trump supporters "deplorables" and "garbage". Hate to break it to you guys, but anime and video games are two multi-billion dollar industries. And that's not even getting into manga. Manga is more popular in America than Marvel and DC comics combined these days. And most of those fans are actually adults, by the way. Voting age adults who remember who's mocking them for liking harmless entertainment.

I think the grifter insult is overused and almost never accurate, but Walsh seems more and more like a walking clickbait article these days, and not a serious personality that anyone on the right should be listening to anymore. For every "What Is a Woman?" he does dumb shit like this. Beyond frustrating.

[maenoakasuna]

U N E X P E C T E D

・ Unexpected - Enemies to Lovers ・ Kwon JiYong x Reader ・ Age Gap - S M U T ( MDI ) Maybe other coming soon

・ Author's note : First of All, you need to know this is gonna be my very first Story with G-Dragon. He always was my favorit member of Big Bang since I have 16 ( so it mean... 10 Years, lol I'm old ) and English is not my first language so yeah Mistakes gonna be made so I apologies In advance.

Reader, in this story, Gonna have a past, like everyone, and she will not openly talk about it ( Yet ) I gave name to some random character just to have... names.

I'm also big fans of S M U T and erotic stories,Enemies to lovers and love/hate sex so Yeah this story will have some. Everyone is legal anyway so no worries.

All the parts gonna be listed here or if you want Sneak peek of the Next chapter/part I gonna probably put it there as an Upload. I gonna also put everyone who want to be part of the Taglist for this story, here.

Also Big mention tho @thanosscross who writhe my two favorit members ( GD and T.O.P ) So f*cking damn well than it gave me motivation to try it too. I mostly only writhe about Thanos so far ( And Nam Gyu ) who's a '' character '' and I don't know, in my head it's just easier since it's not a real person-ish. So Yeah, go see what she have in stock guy's cause it's pretty amazing. Her stories bring me back to my 16 years old who was O B S S E S S E D with Super Junior. No jokes I wanted to marry one of them. Not the case Anymore, I got other dude In my radar. Lol.

・ Reader was bring to Korea cause of her Best Friend Amy, who's a great and super Popular Singer one tiktok. Amy want to give a try to the auditions at YG to try to become a real singer and also a KPOP start. Since Reader is the one who wrothe every song Amy sang and created every music, it's normal her best friend want to share a little bit of fame with her.

After a her first Hot Night In korea, Reader gonna ran Into Big Bang members and realise the hot guy she hocked up with the night before is no other than the Leader of the group, who also are a little bite older than her.

With Amy Audition, YG will take her as trainee but will also ask Reader to sign with them as Music and song creator. She will have to work with Big bang for some music and will even get closer to them, until they hear her sign for the first time.

Her life will quickly become the opposite of what she planned for herself.

Love - Hate - Angst - a lot of S M U T and sexual Tension gonna be at the Rendezvous.

I feel like the resume is shitty but for now it's all I have. Already working on the Chapter One and looking for a tilte. I let you on that Sneak Peek.

You saw her cheeks becoming a little more pink as she took her phone back and looked at the picture with a smile.

_Honestly, they’re the ones who gave me courage to start singing. I always wanted to be as badass as them, as good as them. I hope one day we can work together. Also, when I was younger I had a Huge crush on the leader. His stage name is G-Dragon, but his real name is Ji-Yong. Look at how hot he is.

She showed you a picture. Her little story was really cute and more impressive than the guy she talked about. You gave a quick look at the pictures she had on her phone before giving it back.

_Yeah he’s … kinda Cute, I guess. _Oh, maybe you're gonna find a Boyfriend there ? That will be so nice and also adorable. Your first boyfriend, met during a Summer trip. It sound So… _K-Drama Core. No thank you. If I am to get myself a Boyfriend I will prefer him to live closer to me. Not millions miles away. _Y/N Why are you so dramatic ? Can you just let yourself go to some little fantasies ? _I wish I could. 

If life was a little bit more gentle with you before, maybe you would still have been like Amy ; Positiv, hopeless romantic with a lot of hopes for many things. Unfortunately you lost this little sparkle over time, but you still try to appreciate what you have, like this trip. Even if you’re not over the moon like your friend, You are still really happy to live this experience, it will change a lot from your boring life.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Sometimes I want to scream autistic as loud as I can that Scott Cawthon does not write his horror from a pure genuine personal place like most good genuine horror is but only keeps on the Freddy train it to sell merch cus it's popular with the kids and it shows and I hate what it did to the mascot horror genre as a whole .....but............

nEver mind

MAN I sure love FNAF GAME

FUCK. I AM AUTISTIC

[vmlnrzmp4]

the thoughts have been eating me up so i have to rant it out.

my previous readers may know me as simply "vmlnrz"

i deactivated that account to start fresh. why? you may ask, is what im going to rant it out.

i started writing back in 2022-ish for blue lock boys. that time there was not much hype about ai. clueless me simply wrote fanfictions with my raw skills. i always have been writing fanfics. i started younger(when i was 11) but i never considered myself as a writer. all of my blue lock fanfictions till 2022 to early 2024 were written with my raw skills. however, i didn't get much attention. that was till chatgpt and other ai tools got more popular. i used it for the purpose of escaping reality—i didn't know i was stepping over the line with this. i really thought it would be no big deal. i started gaining attention from the blue lock fandom. like very much. english isn't even my first language so i thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal. but then i got called out for it. the person who called me out deactivated, i don't know what handle they use now. i made a post on my previous account, coming clean by saying that yes, i indeed used ai. i got a lot of hate for it. yes including those type of threats. i went on hiatus, trying to calm myself down. the threats really made me scared as the anonymous hate kept getting more and more. the person who called me out for it said that she's glad that i accepted my mistake but then too, i still got hate. she even made a post saying not to spread hate. but that didn't stop. like i said, i never considered myself a writer. heck, which fanfic writer like me would called themselves a professional writer? i clearly remember someone saying "you have the nerve to call yourself a writer while you used ai, but you do you." i wasn't affected by the taunts as much as the threats i got.

my point here is that, i will be considering myself as a writer now. i don't use ai anymore. all the fics i've written are from my raw skills. and im not gonna stop writing fanfic. that is my only escape from reality honestly.

this is a promise from me to you.

best regards...

jiya.

[hxrsheykisses]

Alright so, this is requesting if maybe—perchance you could do my Oc Vierla and Pete?

I was thinking maybe they’re at the mall and these jocks come to harass her or cat call her, but Pete is having none of that so he defends his girlfriend, and with that as they exit out the mall she gives him a kiss and leaves pink lip mark on him.

Also here’s my oc, thank yiuuu :3 (I love your work 🫶)

💋 WORTH IT 💋 | Pete Dinunzio x Viera ♥️

THIS IS SO CUUUUUTE!!! I appreciate your love for my work, brings a smile to my face all the time!!♥️♥️♥️♥️💋

“Pete, calm down, it’s not a big deal, really.” Viera said softly, sending her boyfriend a gentle smile. She had a hand on his, caressing his thumb with reassurance. “Just ignore them.”

“Ignore them? Yeah, that’s rich.” Pete scoffed, glaring at the two jocks who were whispering amongst themselves while sending Viera suggestive glances from afar, laughing.

Pete couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand the many times he has took Viera out somewhere nice to treat her, but whenever he does, so many guys want to oogle at Viera. It doesn’t matter if they are holding hands, kissing, or doing other things that make it clear as day that they are a couple. At first, he just sucked it up and tried to push it away from his mind. Just wanting to have a good day with his girlfriend. But then these guys started to get a little too…noisy.

When they first stepped into the mall, one of the jocks whistled over at her, sending her a smirk that only gave trouble. Pete sneered at the guy before dragging Viera away who was innocently looking around the mall for any stores to check out. That already set Pete off on a bad start.

Then, another jock followed them into the food court AND paid for her food and drink while Pete was literally about to pay for the both of them. Of course the asshole didn’t pay for Pete’s shit because he was only interested in getting in his girl’s good side. He wasn’t able to enjoy his food as he glared daggers at the jock from where he was seated.

Those two encounters were pure bullshit. How does one be so bold? It makes zero sense. Now, Pete knows that he can be an asshole from time to time but he doesn’t go out of his way to go and try to steal other guy’s girlfriends like it’s a sport. He knows how to keep himself in check and knows when something is too far—at least that’s what he thinks.

Pete understands that Viera is one beautiful girl—who wouldn’t want her? But there was so much more to see other than looks. Viera is a popular girl at their school—there’s no doubt about that. Pete was lucky to even get a relationship with her. But what made her truly stand out was how she wasn’t your stereotypical mean girl—she knew that she wasn’t going to get everything handed to her on a silver platter, she treated people with respect. That’s what he liked! He doesn’t need some snobby girl who finds spreading gossip to be entertaining—but he definitely wasn’t going to just fawn over her looks. She’s beautiful, drop dead gorgeous—but she is smart, has amazing style, listens to all of his geeky interests, and not to mention how she has character. She ain’t stereotypical, she actually has her own personality! She doesn’t need validation to get through life when she has herself.

And Pete hates how that’s all that these jocks see.

Viera gave Pete’s hand a squeeze. “Oh Pete,” She shook her head, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I appreciate you for being worried about me. But I ain’t going anywhere! Those guys aren’t nothing but jerks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Pete waved her off, looking over to the side. “I just—I don’t want people to just see you for your looks. That’s—That’s bullshit. Pisses me off.” He explained. His leg bounced at a fast pace underneath the table, trying to relieve his nerves.

“Well, they can think whatever they want too cause they aren’t going to see what they want to see. You think I care about some guys who don’t care what a girl has in stock unless it’s a pretty face? Oh give me a break!” Viera waited for Pete to say something, but he didn’t. He kept his eyes glued on the table, his jaw tight. Viera removed her hand from his to wrap around his arm, scooting closer to him. “You’re the only guy I’ll ever want, Pete.” She whispered, her voice was like music to his ears and it made his heart jump.

“…You really mean that? You aren’t just sayin’ that to—“

“I mean it all.”

Pete looked at her for a moment before a smile creeped in his face. “You’re right,”

“I’m always right.” Viera laughed.

“Yeah, okay.” Pete rolled his eyes at that. “Wanna go to that clothing shop you’ve been talking nonstop about?” Pete suggested, nodding towards the clothing department.

Viera got all excited as she stood up from her seat, dragging Pete up with her. They got all of their things before making their way towards the department, talking amongst themselves with smiles on their faces.

After Viera told Pete all of that, he felt a lot more comfortable. His nerves eased up and he was able to get back in the mood. Viera is right though, he shouldn’t stress over something like that. He knows that Viera wouldn’t just up and leave to go hang around with some jocks who only saw her pretty face and ran with it. That’s all the reassurance he truly needs—

“Hey hot stuff, could you lend me your number?”

That made Pete freeze up instantly, whipping his head to see no one other than the two jocks from all the other encounters, snickering and what not. Pete clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with anger. It was clear that they didn’t have no shame for the shit they’ve been doing and they didn’t care to stop. Pete felt like he couldn’t keep his anger in check any longer as he unhooked his arm from Viera’s grip. “Pete?” She said, raising a brow as she watched her boyfriend storm over to the jocks. “Pete! Wait!”

With no hesitation, Pete glared at the two males, leaning close to them with a sneer. “You think your fuckin’ funny? All fucking day you’ve been catcalling MY girl! The fuck is your problem!?”

The two males looked at one another, going silent before breaking out in a laugh that only added more lemon to the wound. “And? What are you going to do about it? It’s not like she wants your nerdy ass any damn way.”

Pete was trying his hardest to not knock these guys out right now but he wanted to—he wanted to teach these guys that they needed to watch their fucking mouths. He wasn’t going to take the disrespect—he wasn’t going to allow Viera to experience such bullshit if he has the power to do something about it. “Doesn’t want me, huh?” Pete let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Yet she’s with me, asshole. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but I suggest you tune it down.” Pete threatened. “My girl ain’t just a pretty face. She’s way more than that. The reason why she doesn’t even LOOK your way is because she knows that you ain’t nothing but a pile of shit who sees nothing more other than ass, tits, and face.”

The jocks looked at Pete like he had lost his ever fucking mind but Pete didn’t care. Hes had his fair share with some physical fights and this was no different. He ain’t going to sit back and allow these assholes to talk about Viera like a piece of meat, they’ve had their fun—and now it was his turn. “I suggest you keep your damn mouths shut, jackasses.” Was the last thing Pete said before turning around, storming back towards Viera, grabbing her around the waist as he sped walked with her.

… .

It was a pretty awkward silence for the remainder of the trip in the mall. There was some small talk between the two but they didn’t really talk. While on their way out, Viera looked over at Pete who was effortlessly carrying the countless of shopping bags of her bought items in his hands. “Pete?” She said softly. Pete let out a grunt in response.

Viera smiled before leaning over and planting a glossy pink kiss on his cheek, resulting Pete to stop walking and stand there in shock. “Thank you for doing that for me,” Viera said, her voice was covered with appreciation. “I wouldn’t trade you for a thing.”

Pete kept his mouth shut in a thin line, feeling the heat rush to his face. He blinked, shaking his head slowly. He coughed to clear his throat bashfully, stammering over his words for a bit. “Uh, yeah…yeah,” Pete let out a sigh. “I…I guess it was worth almost getting my ass dropped in the Mall.”

“Oh, stop it! I’m sure you are able to take those guys on!”

Pete snapped his head towards her. “Oh, stop fucking with me.”

“It’s true! I’m being serious! If it came down to me, I know you would!”

“You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“Am not!”

[miyakuli]

I watched Sonic 3 this week (best of the saga so far) and I am happy to see baby Amy at the end but I began to worry about the way she will be portrayed in the next movie.

This is probably not a popular opinion at all but....I really hope they won't change too much of Amy's personality to fit this hollywood"image" that independent and strong woman/girl can't be all romantic, sweet or even crazy in love at the same time Hi! I hate what they did to Bo Peep in Toy Story 4 x'D

I don't want Sonic & Amy dynamic to be reversed tbh. I have the feeling they would go for a sort of version of Thorn Rose from Sonic Prime and I really like her in it but.....I want her being passionately in love with Sonic like in the old games. Her crazy, sometimes cringe love for Sonic mixed with her super strength is what makes her Amy to me x) I guess they would mature it a bit like in Sonic Frontiers but in the movies they are still kids/teens so I really hope they'll assume this aspect of her personality and don't erase that.

[ratkingah]

I know this topic has been talked to death but as someone who thinks of himself on the true middle ground I’d like to share my thoughts on the ships in mouthwashing

The ones I really think are freaky:

Jimmy x Anya because bro who the fuck ships a rapist with the girl he raped that’s just a whole nother level of fucked up

Swansea x Daisuke because that’s probably like a fourty year age gap at most and a thirty year age gap at least and I am not into age gaps like Swanseas gonna die before Daisuke hits his mid life crisis

Ones that are slightly less freaky but still freaky:

Swansea x Anyone because bro why you doing that like he’s got a wife and kids and everyone’s at least twenty years younger than him anyway

Jimmy x Daisuke is just manipulative and wierd and plus there’s another pretty significant age gap there and plus I feel like Jimmy would manipulate Daisuke a lot

Anyone x Post Crash Curly because that man is a fucking vegetable like brother what are you gonna do

The ones I just generally dislike:

Anya x Curly cause idk man it’s always associated with the “Jimmy didn’t exist” crowd and AU and plus I just don’t like how theyre ignoring the whole curly comforted his rapist friend instead of the person they’re shipping him with thing

Anya x Daisuke because they’re definitely more siblings than anything else like they’ve got the dynamic for it and putting them in a romantic relationship would feel kinda wierd

The ones I put up with:

Curly x Daisuke because I have a shit ton of friends (on discord cause I’m basically a mod) who are into that and there’s nothing morally wrong with it as far as I can tell so I don’t hate it or anything so I’ll just let it be

Jimmy x Curly because I’m biased towards ugly old men yaoi (due to rdr2 melting my brain) in all seriousness though it’s the most applicable ship and while I’m not making anything for it it’s definitely the most tolerable

Thanks for coming to my ted talk guys

(I’m not tryna start any fights or nothing so don’t fight but feel free to use your debating skills in the comments if this gets popular)

[voltadream]

What do you think the best dynamic duos in the show are? (can be platonic or romantic)

Oh shit, honestly I don’t even know where to begin. I love so many duos and I’m also multishipper garbage so to avoid this becoming TOO long I’ll try not to go overboard.

So I’ll try be organised and start with friendships and go onto romantic since I love talking about my favourite ships/dynamics. It may be a lore dump but oh well 🤥

Starting with platonic…

Eric/Kenny: I love this friendship so much. Like Cartman and Kenny are polar opposites in their principles yet Kenny goes along with Cartman’s batshit insane plans. Like in episodes such as ‘Whale Whores’ and ‘Dickin Baus Hotdogs’ I think they highlight some of Cartman and Kenny’s similarities and it is that they’re both driven by personal self interest. Obviously for different reasons but it’s interesting to me. And Cartman and Kenny get pissed off with eachother so easily yet still stick with eachother, take ‘Poor and Stupid’ for example. So while YES the both of them are super fucking messy I love writing them. They’re like Seth and Evan from Superbad except way less nerdy lmao. 😭

Eric/Butters: Technically, they’re not ‘good’ friends and I hate that Eric uses Butters and is an asshole to him. But in this rant if you will, I think it highlights an interesting TOXIC dynamic. Like Eric constantly uses Butters for his schemes and throws him under the bus REGULARLY. Yet, because Eric is one of the only kids (until Kenny) to actually hang out with Butters, he feels obligated to almost stay and go along with Eric. There’s too many episodes where this happens but I wish this was talked about more.

Stan/The Goth Kids: Technically not a duo, but I always found it interesting how even though Stan left the goth clique after ‘Raisins’ they still maintained a pretty decent rapport with one another. Even in episodes where Stan interacts with them they’re all super chill with him in their own extreme ‘goth’ ways and I really love that. I haven’t read enough fics of goth Stan but I do love their dynamics in the show. I do like to hc that Stan goes to their corner from time to time just to see if they have any song/album recommendations when he needs new music to listen to.

Craig/Clyde: I love them so much as friends. Like to me Craig is the type to be so over Clyde’s melodramatics but he deep down loves Clyde as like a brother so it’s all good. Craig is good at dealing with people’s emotions (as shown with Tweek) so he doesn’t mind being there for Clyde. I also love their dynamic when trying to find Slash in the crack baby episode.

So finally, romantic:

Kenny/Nichole: They’re actually my favourite ship, they make me ill. I KNOW ITS A RAREPAIR AND THEY NEVER INTERACTED but I think it has potential in my deluded mind. It all started because of an instagram au (they’re not shipped but they’re friends in it) and they’re lifeguards and they help with swim lessons because they’re both good with kids. And from there on I started shipping them 😇 it’s become my favourites since then and for my fic I’ve been trying to intertwine some canon into their dynamic so it makes sense. So I did a lot of digging for Nichole centred episodes and getting a good grip of her personality and expanding it from there and trying to see how it bounces off with Kenny. (In conclusion I’m insane over this ship.)

Kenny/Butters: They’re another favourite honestly. I think Bunny as a romantic duo and pair is so good. Like the both of them come from places of trauma of sorts and they can both turn to each other about it. All of the fics I have read with bunny have made me cry and it’s just the way they’re written. Kenny and Butters work as platonic/romantic however I love them as romantic more so, especially because of the episode ‘Going Native’!!

Stan/Kyle: I know this is a popular ship. I used to not ship them when I was younger however as I got older I started to. It’s partially because of fanfiction and rewatching the show again now that I love them as romantic. I do think the both of them rely on each other and almost depend on each other. There are so many episode where it illustrates how attached they are and practically CRUMBLE without the other. STAN WRITES A SONG WHEN KYLE MOVES AWAY. THE TWO OF THEM CALL OUT EACHOTHERS BS AND IT FEELS LIKE A DIVORCE. I think them as romantic works and I really appreciate how people write them in fics!!

Tolkien/Wendy: Stendy shippers won’t like this one but I don’t really like stendy the more I look at it. I think they’re quite different in many retrospects and I think Tolkien and Wendy are better suited together. They’re both quite vocal and have aspirations. Tolkien is more driven and he is self assured which works more with Wendy’s personality. I really like them as a pairing!! I think they’re a fun ship and I’m probably going to sneak this in my fic as well.

[sleepyhouse2art]

when i see cute little reminders on social media to "take your meds" i feel so hateful. the commodification of mental illness and its growing popularity as a sort of astrological shorthand for an actual personality by mostly healthy people is mad depressing and annoying

dont tell me to take my meds, you creepy weird motherfuckers! the only people allowed to say that shit to me are my doctor & my husband & my friends. do you think i want to be treated like a baby because i have mental illness? why do YOU seem to want to be treated like a baby? youre on paxil sharon

like my mental illness makes people watch me and check on me and not trust my perception of reality or my memory of things. sometimes i do get straight up treated like a kid by people. if i remember an event differently, i am always wrong. its really frustrating

so no, i don't find it very nice when people infantalize me and i don't like watching people needlessly infantalize themselves. it is mad creepy. it feels like observing a diaper fetishist or something. the whole thing gives me the heebie jeebies

i wonder if it is life being so hard and mean that motivates people to adopt the "sick role"? i understand wanting care but i genuinely think people are hamstringing themselves by pathologizing normal feelings and behaviors because it's making them think they're sick when they really aren't that sick. often people aren't even sick at all and instead just going through the human experience, which is fraught and difficult all on its own without any augmentation by a brain on the fritz, no mental illness needed.

nobody should want to be a patient. its nothing to aspire to. there's no joy in it. it is uncomfortable and the medicine is not safe. i have to take it but it's not like i want to and i feel sour when somebody reminds me. please don't remind me of my shit when it already dominates like my whole life

no, sharon, i do not need a bedazzled pill basket. no, sharon, i do not want "peer support", you are creepy. i hate to inform you that you are not a tubercular 18th beauty languishing in a gorgeous sickbed. you are in a fandom that prizes sickness and this is shameful to me.

your sickness makes you binge watch tv and eat bonbons and passively ideate about scratching your thigh up with a pin. i know pain is relative but like, i used to store my own blood in ziploc bags to protect my home and every painting in my house has told me to kill myself. i have not left my house in over a year. i am on three antipsychotics right now and i am still having frequent hallucinations and they scare me so bad i can't help but react sometimes and that scares my husband and makes him want me to go somewhere just like everybody else wants me to. im trying to stay OUT of the fucking hospital, not WANTING TO GO. im terrified of being raped and killed and i know it will happen to me next time i go. everyone says no, but they don't have my knowledge.

what im saying is this stuff fucks my life up. i cannot live normally. i cant even really take care of myself on my own if im telling the truth. i know im sick. i get reminded all the time. i don't need validation. i wouldn't touch a psych or a therapist or a pharmacy with a fucking ten foot pole if i had the choice. i know im kind of going off rn but who the fuck would want to be a consumer of this boring, tedious, control-abdicating, bad for your body bullshit? i do not understand people like this. i want to be free. be free, sharon!! and stop telling me to take my fucking meds!!!!