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[cepheusgalaxy]

anyways i found a really cool quote

"[...] The abjection of womanhood resides in the role carved out for women, in their being defined not just as the ‘opposite’ of men, but as fundamentally deficient, as representing a lack, bearing a void and a nothingness where men are and have. Biological difference becomes social construct, a tangible distinction elevated to irreconcilable identities. In doing so, ‘woman’ becomes everything ‘man’ isn’t … and also, everything ‘man’ cannot be. Everything ‘man’ cannot sink to the level of."

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[drvirgus]

Just a secret

Stuco! Haerin X Basketball player! Reader

Warnings: Smut if u squint ur eyes; kinda Hanni x reader (?); curse words; angst; internal homophobia;

a/n: After a looooong time heres pt 3 and final part of this. Hopefully u like it

pt1 pt2

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"Get up"

Startled, my eyes flew open as I felt something light being thrown at me. Still a bit drowsy and with half-open eyes, I looked over at the woman who was sitting down at her vanity, seemingly starting to do her makeup. Confused, it took me a moment to gather myself. My jeans were the object that had been thrown at me...

My eyes widened as I looked around the room. The walls were white, the windows large and slightly open. The white, almost transparent curtains in front of the window gently swayed with the breeze coming into the room. A few photos were hanging all over the walls, as well as a painting. A rather expensive-looking painting...

My eyes landed on the woman who calmly continued applying her makeup, paying me no attention. My eyebrows lifted, and I visibly hesitated. The sheet slipped from my chest as I groaned and sat up. I was naked under the sheet, and several marks were visible on my chest, stomach, and legs.

"Go home now. I have things to do," said the woman doing her makeup, as she concentrated on gluing on her fake lashes. Her mouth was slightly open, which seemed to help her focus. I licked my lips once and wordlessly stood up from her oversized bed. A queen-size bed, maybe even king-size...

"Uh... where's my bra?" I asked as I buttoned my jeans, standing shirtless beside her bed. My eyes were fixed on the woman doing her makeup, who paused briefly and glanced at me through the mirror. Our eyes met, which made her grin slightly. She bit her lip and turned her chair to face me.

As she had done so many times before, her eyes roamed over my entire body as she took a deep breath through her nose. "You know what? Get undressed again. I’ll cancel," the smaller woman said, crossing one leg over the other. Her eyes were fixed on me. My eyebrows raised at her words.

"No. We said this would be the last time, Hanni," I said more seriously, which only made Hanni laugh again. Her laughter was almost mocking as she shook her head in amusement. "You said that, not me... Besides, who showed up here at 2 a.m.?" Hanni asked, clearly entertained.

I rolled my eyes. "You texted me. What was I supposed to do? After all, you still have the audio of Haerin and me," I replied, annoyed, as I started tossing the blanket back and forth, looking for my bra or shirt. Hanni laughed again and wagged her finger in a disapproving gesture.

"Lies," Hanni said, which made me stop immediately. My eyes widened as I looked at the much smaller woman. Her grin was unmistakable. "You know I deleted the audio. You were there when I did it after our first time," Hanni said, grinning as she stood up from her chair and approached me.

Each step she took made me flinch and tremble. My spit caught in my throat. Shakily, I searched with my eyes for any escape route, which only made Hanni grin even more. "You came here willingly, which I like. After all, men are really boring," Hanni said, rolling her eyes in frustration.

"Besides, you like it," Hanni added confidently, as her hand now rested on my hip. Despite her being much smaller than me... she had me under her control.

"Be good and get undressed."

And that’s exactly what I did.

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I yawned tiredly and immediately covered my mouth with my hand. A hand landed hard on my back, which made me hiss in pain and caused me to hunch over. "Fuck," I exclaimed loudly as I angrily looked at the person who had just slapped me on the back. Yeji burst into laughter, while Jimin rolled her eyes, though the small smirk on her face was hard to miss.

Annoyed, I slammed my locker shut. "Why the hell are you wearing a turtleneck?" Jimin asked as I turned to face them. My eyes went to Yeji first, then to Jimin. But before I could even respond, Yeji yanked down my collar, revealing my marked neck.

Both of them gasped. "Oh my god. Did you get beaten up, or are those hickeys?" Yeji asked, her eyes wide. Sighing, I slapped the older girl's hand away from my collar. "What? Now I sleep with someone, and you don't like it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, which made them both visibly hesitate.

I could see how they briefly exchanged glances before grinning. Yeji linked her arm through my left one, and Jimin through my right. They clearly didn’t want me to escape. "Who? Was it Chaewon?" Jimin asked, sounding rather excited. I hesitated visibly and looked at Yeji, then at Jimin.

Against my will, my eyes wandered over to my ex-girlfriend, who, as usual, was hanging out by her locker with her friends. Hyein looked quite disgusted at one of the guys walking past her, which made Danielle laugh a little. Her laughter was loud and echoed down the hall. Minji, as always, was just glued to her phone. Hanni was examining her nails. But Haerin was looking at me.

I swallowed hard as my eyebrow began to twitch slightly. I knew that look... The look filled with anger and jealousy...

But she no longer had the right to feel that way.

"Not Chaewon," I replied, which only made my two friends even more curious. Almost in unison, they tugged at my arms, trying to coax more information out of me. I just grinned, which made Yeji huff in frustration, while Jimin simply rolled her eyes. Finally, they let go of my arms.

My eyes briefly drifted back to Haerin, who was still staring at me. Even though Danielle was talking to her, her gaze never left mine. My breath hitched a little, and I felt both nervous and flushed at the same time. I broke eye contact and cleared my throat. "I... I need to go to the bathroom," I mumbled quietly, and without waiting for a response or reaction from the two of them, I walked down the hallway.

Once in the bathroom, I washed my face. "Did you sleep with her?"

Startled, I flinched and immediately looked up, my eyes wide as I saw the person glaring at me with a tense jaw. A few water droplets fell from my chin onto the floor. I quickly grabbed some tissues to dry my face. "That's none of your business," I replied, throwing the now-wet tissues into the trash.

Haerin’s face turned into a scowl. Her jaw tightened even more, and even her hand clenched into a fist. Her forehead furrowed as she stepped closer to me, but I backed away. That didn't stop her from coming even closer. I swallowed. "Haerin," I began, but Haerin just hissed.

Her hand grabbed my collar and yanked me roughly toward her. My eyes widened slightly as I looked down at the smaller woman. I swallowed nervously. "Are you serious?!" she asked, her voice louder as she glared at me with fury in her eyes. The vein on her forehead pulsed. "I have no right?" she asked. Well... she more like shouted.

"I love you, damn it! And you’re letting Hanni fuck you?! I love you, and you break up with me?! I love you, and you don’t even look at me?! I feel like shit without you. Without you... I don’t want anything. I don’t want anything but you!" she screamed directly into my face.

Her words were as sweet as honey, but her tone made it impossible for my brain to register them. My mind went into overdrive, thinking I had to defend myself.

Angrily, I grabbed her collar and pulled her closer too, clenching my teeth. "You treated me like shit! I wasn’t important enough for you to acknowledge me, to be seen with me in public. I wasn’t even asking you to come out!" I shouted, though my voice cracked a little. I wasn’t really used to yelling. "But... you were even scared to talk to me in public," I added, my voice now quieter. My grip on her collar loosened as well.

I completely let go of her collar, but Haerin didn’t seem to let go. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "I love you. Isn’t that enough?" Haerin asked, much quieter and gentler now. Her eyes looked straight into mine, her lips slightly parted. "Please, Yn," Haerin whispered softly as her lips met mine.

"Take me back, please."

She kissed along my jaw while one of her hands slid down my side.

"I love you."

Her teeth grazed my skin.

"So much."

My breathing became ragged.

"Yn. Please. Don’t leave me."

Her hand naturally slipped under my turtleneck, which made me flinch slightly. My lips parted. "Haerin," I whispered softly, my voice trembling. "What the hell is going on here?" a voice suddenly echoed in the bathroom. Startled, Haerin and I turned to see Jimin standing there, her mouth open and eyes wide.

"You’re hooking up with Haerin?!" she asked suddenly, starting to laugh. "Yeji owes me fifty," Jimin said, clearly pleased. My eyes fell on Haerin, who seemed to be frozen in shock, her eyes wide and her face pale.

I knew exactly what that meant...

But it still disappointed me.

"No. Haerin... I didn’t sleep with Haerin," I said, which made Jimin furrow her brow. She gestured toward Haerin and me with her hand, confused. "And what exactly is this, then?" she asked, her face filled with bewilderment.

I stepped away from Haerin and forced a rather awkward smile. "She does this sometimes... She knows I like her and... she just enjoys messing with me," I replied, and almost immediately Jimin gasped. Haerin’s head snapped toward me. Her eyes filled with gratitude, but I simply avoided her gaze.

That all-too-familiar burning sensation returned to my eyes. I fought hard to suppress the anger, the disappointment, and the tears. My hands shoved into my pockets as I walked past them both. "I love you."

My eyes widened as I heard my ex-girlfriend’s voice. I froze, unsure if I should let myself fall for it again. Did I even have the strength to resist her?

"Yn. I love you," Haerin said, and I could hear her take a deep breath. Her eyes were now on Jimin. "You heard right. I, Kang Haerin, am a lesbian and in love with Yn," the student council president said confidently, though I could hear the slight tremble in her voice. I knew her, after all...

I turned my entire body toward Haerin, speechless. "What- What are you doing, Haerin?" I asked, visibly shocked that she was coming out now. Even though it was only in front of Jimin, she had said it out loud...

Haerin swallowed as she looked at me, a smile on her face. The uncertainty was still written all over her face. "I... I want you back, Yn," she said, taking another deep breath. "I don’t want to hide you anymore. I don’t want to hide myself anymore," she confessed. Her hands clutched the hem of her school skirt as if it was the only thing holding her steady.

"I’m a lesbian," Haerin repeated, turning to Jimin.

My mouth hung open as I stared at Haerin. She said it... Finally... She said it.

"And now what? Do you want applause?" Jimin asked casually, pretending to yawn. "You’re still Haerin. Just much cooler now, but yeah," Jimin replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "I’m a lesbian too," Jimin added offhandedly. She glanced briefly at me and winked before leaving the bathroom.

Haerin’s mouth and eyes were wide open. She clearly hadn’t expected such a casual reaction. The uncertainty on her face disappeared all at once when she looked into my eyes. Still overwhelmed by the situation, I stepped closer to my ex-girlfriend. My hands found hers. "Are you... do you mean that?" I asked, my voice filled with distrust and uncertainty.

"Yes. I love you. I don’t want to hide you anymore. You’re not just a secret... You’re my girlfriend," Haerin said with a smile as she held her hand out to me properly now. "Let me... let me show you to everyone," Haerin said. My eyes briefly flicked to her hand before I looked back into her eyes.

I had to tell her... Answer her question...

"I slept with Hanni... not just once."

Haerin sharply inhaled through her nose. "I know."

My eyes widened once more. "And... you still want to..."

"Yes."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I placed my hand on hers. "Are you... sure you want to come out?" I asked once more as she tried to pull me toward the bathroom door. Nervous and uncertain, I looked at the smaller woman. Haerin smiled gently. "Yes. I’m sure."

I took a deep breath as the door opened and Haerin pulled me into the school hallway. Her hand in mine. Her grip gentle, yet firm. A smile on her face.

It seemed as though Haerin had no more worries...

As though she was at peace with herself...

As though... she wasn’t afraid anymore...

I was no longer a secret...

I’m Haerin’s girlfriend!

I’m not just a secret!

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him

I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait

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‘’No, you don’t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,’’ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

‘’My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I’m not really the one to come to for Valentine’s Day gift ideas.’’ 

‘’Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.’’ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ‘’But Y/N is Mr. Stark’s daughter, I can’t just buy her flowers and chocolate. She’ll think I’m poor.’’ 

‘’Didn’t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?’’ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine’s Day plan. ‘’What am I gonna do? Valentine’s Day is in two days. I can’t not get her anything.’’ 

‘’If you go back to the roots of Valentine’s Day, it’s about celebrating love. You don’t have to spend money to show someone you love them.’’ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ‘’Even if she’s a Stark and bathes in money,’’ he added. ‘’She didn’t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.’’

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn’t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford. 

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ‘I’m here’ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding. 

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon. 

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day,’’ you said with a smile on your glossy lips. 

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall.  ‘’You made this?’’ 

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ‘magic box’. 

‘’It’s not much, but—’’ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss. 

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, guessing his train of  thoughts. ‘’This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.’’ 

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops  —, but Peter’s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you. 

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it. 

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ‘’Spiderman? Really?’’ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over. 

‘’Press his chest,’’ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ‘’I love you, my Spidey,’’ the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter’s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ‘’That's your voice,’’ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush. 

You nodded, the sparks in Peter’s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ‘’I know you don’t like when I get you expensive things, so I didn’t get you a new watch,’’ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it. 

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you. 

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ‘’Even when I’m not with you, you’ll always have something to remind you that I love you.’’ 

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[yeonzzzn]

👾he fell harder: yang jungwon

pairing: jungwon x afab!reader word count: 5.7k

synopsis: jungwon and you have always been competitors from children to adulthood, mostly when it came to gaming. so when the gaming club you both are apart of joins a competition, the two of you are put on the same team…

genre: gamer!won, gamer!reader, enemies to lovers

warnings: stupidly cute wonnie, swearing, gaming fun, a lot fluffly towards the end ♡

“Okay everyone, come collect your room keys and head to your respective rooms until you are called back down for practice. We will select your team members then.” Heeseung, your game club manager, yelled at the top of his lungs while standing on the hotel's lobby chair. 

The professor in charge of this little miniature work/college/vacation clapped his hands twice to signal everyone to line up for their room keys. 

“Hopefully I get a room with a balcony!” you rolled your eyes and sighed at the annoying voice in your ear. 

You slightly turned to look at Jungwon, a smile spread wide on his face. 

He wasn’t even speaking to you, but the fact he had to stand RIGHT NEXT to you when there’s a whole lobby full of other college students in your club he could be standing by. 

You finally received your room key from Heeseung, and Jungwon got his right after. 

“Y/N! What room do you have?” he cutely asks, trying to peak over your shoulder at the room number on the paper. 

You scrunch your nose at him as you turn the paper away from him, “None of your business Yang Jungwon!” You retort, shoving your room key and paper into your jacket pocket. 

Jungwon mimics your facial expression adding in his nasty side eye.

Heeseung calls everyone to head to their rooms, and to your dislike, Jungwon was right behind you as you got into the elevator. 

“Oh? Going up?” he teased, as the other students filled in behind him. 

You ignored him, watching as another student pressed the fourth-floor button. Silently blessing that kid for doing so that is why Jungwon couldn’t see which floor you were on. Because god, if he knew what floor you were on…the ways he would annoy you. 

Your heart raced faster at each stop and not seeing Jungwon get off the elevator. 

Maybe he was a few floors up?  

Finally, the fourth floor was reached, you quickly stepped out, not realizing Jungwon was right behind you. 

Jungwon couldn’t help but smile, his hands sliding down into his jeans pockets as his eyes searched for his room number, stopping at his door and seeing you stop at yours. 

“No way,” he laughed, making you jump, “Neighbors again for the week!” 

You slowly glared at him, making a mental note to unplug your hotel room phone the minute you got inside. 

Quickly slapping the room key to the door and hearing it unlock, you rush yourself inside, locking the door and the hard bolt lock for safekeeping. 

Dropping your backpack and suitcase to the floor, you fell onto the bed, your face going into the sheets as your favorite baseball hat fell from your head. 

The vibrations of your phone pulled you out of your almost nap, your hand reaching into your pocket and pulling the device out. 

It was a text from your best friend.

You didn’t even have to explain yourself to her, just your smiley face alone was enough for her to place the puzzle pieces together.

Locking your phone and dropping it by your face and rolling onto your back as you stare up at the ceiling. 

It wasn’t always like this with Jungwon, being enemies. You actually have known him your entire life. 

You grew up in the same neighborhood, his house being directly across the street from yours. Your parents became friends quickly after they moved into the house across from yours. Your mothers both ended up becoming pregnant around the same time just added to the friendship your families have. What was icing on the cake was you being born a week after Jungwon. 

Your mothers always arranged play dates and was not only an excuse for the two of you to grow up as best friends, but a way for them to spend time together. Same with your dads. 

The amount of cookouts the families would throw together. You couldn’t even count on your hands and feet with how many times you’ve seen the Yang’s backyard. 

It wasn’t just the play dates, your parents made sure you and Jungwon attended the same daycare after they returned to work and even enrolled you both at the same preschool. Your parents would even have the two of you take bubble baths together as infants, and they have pictures to prove it. 

Your family was always at their house or them at yours. Heck, even Jungwon’s older sister was tired of seeing you around so often. Not like you could have helped it. 

Your friendship with Jungwon slowly started to change once you got into elementary school when the fight to be top of the class with good grades was introduced. 

Jungwon and you have always been competitive, even before elementary school. With toys, drawing, board games with the family, and even the stupid little games toddlers play like seeing who can run faster or drink their orange juice faster and not get sick. 

Just the competitiveness got worse once grades got involved, and it didn’t stop there. Family nights with board games got worse. Rushing to see who can finish their homework first and get the least amount of questions wrong. Fighting to be at the top of the class. Sports. Band. Taekwondo. You name it, you both probably got competitive over it. Even getting into the same middle and high school was a competition. 

It drove your friendship apart halfway through elementary school, and you’ve been enemies since. 

But the god giving fate your families have for the two of you to finally makeup, you both were accepted into the same college. You groaned after finding out from your mother that he was also accepted. But once you moved into the dorms, you were happy to find out his dorm was on the opposite side of the campus. Plus both your majors were two separate things, so seeing him was slim. 

But your happiness soon faded after you walked into the video game club and saw his shit-eating grin staring back at you with his Nintendo Switch in his hands as a pokémon battle song played through its speakers. 

Honestly, you should have known he would also join the gaming club. You both grew up as gamers after all. If there wasn’t a board game or a handheld console in your hands, it was the PlayStation or the gaming laptop or PC. 

You didn’t realize how much time had passed when a knock came to your door. 

“Y/N,” it was Jungwon, “Heeseung just texted me, we are meeting downstairs in ten,” you rolled your eyes, forgetting how close Heeseung and Jungwon were, “Just wanted to let you know because I am heading down first.” 

You quickly jumped from the bed, pulling your hat back on your head and your phone into your pocket, double-checking that you had the room key, and busted out the door. 

You looked down both sides of the hallway, seeing Jungwon’s grin as the elevator door closed. 

“Shit!” you scoffed, eyes then catching the door to the stairs. 

You quickly ran down them, thanking whatever God gave you your athletic ability as you finally reached the lobby floor, hands pushing the metal on the door open, rushing through, and seeing Jungwon step out of the elevator at the same time. 

He made eye contact with you for a split second before the both of you made a full sprint to the middle of the lobby where Heeseung was standing. 

“Woah woah woah!!!” Heeseung yelled, holding both hands up to save himself in case you both knocked him down. 

Heeseung held his hand to his heart once the two of you made a complete stop. 

“Can you two let go of this never-ending fight?” Heeseung took a deep breath, standing back up straighter. Eyes looking between the two of you. 

You squinted your eyes at Jungwon as he gave back the same look. 

“Or not,” Heeseung sighed, dropping himself into the nearest seat, “At least sit-down or something.” 

One by one the rest of the students piled into the lobby, Yunjin linking her arm with yours. 

“Okay, everyone!” Heeseung yelled, standing back on the same chair as earlier, “We will put you guys into teams now!” 

“Can I be on your team, Heeseung Hyung?!” one of the male students yelled from the back, causing the crowd to laugh. 

Heeseung smirked and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s because I’m the best gamer right?” A couple of female students cooed out an “ahhh” as his reaction. You had to admit, Heeseung was a very good-looking man and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him. He was indeed the best gamer in the club, hinting at the reason he’s the manager in the first place. 

“I am just kidding, you guys are all the best which is why you’ve made it this far in this competition.” Heeseung gave another smirk as he looked around at the students. 

You couldn’t help but smile up at him. But your smile didn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon. 

His eyes stared at you from across the crowd of his club members, watching as you made heart eyes at his best friend while he was standing right beside him. 

“Hyung,” Jungwon said, catching Heeseung’s attention. 

“Right!” Heeseung continued, “Unfortunately, everyone has already been put into teams, and we have enough people to be put into ten teams of two. Once your team is called, please meet up with each other and discuss your plan for this week's competition.” 

“Hopefully we are a team! We always fuck shit up as a team!” Yunjin whispered. You nodded, praying to be paired with her. The two of you always kill it at video games together. You’re so happy that she was not only your roommate, but also a fellow club member after you met. 

A clipboard was handed to him and started to read off the names of each team. 

Yunjin unfortunately wasn’t paired with you and was put on a team with the male student who asked to be with Heeseung. 

Finally, your name was called…

“Y/N and Jungwon.” 

Your jaw clenched as your eyes found Jungwon’s. You expected him to have his normal shit-eating grin, only to see he was staring back at you, a completely blank face. No expression whatsoever. 

The rest of the teams were called and placed into their teams. 

“Okay!” Heeseung clapped his hand against the clipboard, “Get into your team and raise your hand if you have any questions!” 

Your hand flew into the air, standing on your tippy toes to make sure you were seen. 

“Yes, Y/N?” Heeseung nervously asked, already knowing what the issue was. 

“Can I switch teams?” 

“Ahhh…” Heeseung glanced down at Jungwon who was mid-rolling his eyes at you. Jungwon felt his eyes on him, slowly glancing at his hyung, “Unfortunately the teams were randomly picked, and cannot be changed. It’s the competition rules, I’m sorry.” 

You dropped your hand to your side, feeling defeated but also understanding. 

This competition wasn’t meant to be fair. The whole point was being paired up with different people and going against other students from other colleges was it to be a challenge. 

Heeseung slowly climbed down from the chair, making his way towards his partner. 

Jungwon slowly walked up to you, his shit-eating grin finally making an appearance, “Hi teammate.”

“Fuck off, Won.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you started to walk away from him. 

“That’s not very nice,” Jungwon smirked as he kept up with your pace, “We are teammates, gotta play nice.” 

You stopped in front of the elevator, finger pressing the up button, “Jungwon, I’ve spent my whole life with you, can I please have some space?” 

Jungwon glanced up as if he were thinking about it, “No.” 

The doors opened and you stepped in, Jungwon right on your heels. 

“Besides,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the time, “We find out what the first game is tomorrow, want to practice?”

“No thanks, Yunjin and I are going to play Overwatch tonight,” you said without hesitation, leaving Jungwon wide-eyed as you stepped out of the elevator onto your floor, “Besides,” you mocked him, “We will start practicing tomorrow.” 

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You sat in the corner of the gaming cafe that was rented out for your club for the whole week. 

You twisted around in the chair, eyes landing on Jungwon as he dropped into the chair beside you, his arms filled with snacks. 

“You still like orange soda and candy right?” He set the soda and oranges flavored bag of candy in front of you.

The ache you felt in your heart while looking at the soda and candy made you a little bit sad. 

Did he remember? After all these years he still never forgot your favorite snacks from when you were children?

You looked up at him as he opened his can of orange soda, “What? I know you’re staring at me.”

“You remembered?” 

Jungwon looks at you, giving a small nod, “I never forgot.” 

You glanced back down at your snacks, hands finally reaching to open the candy bag. 

A smirk danced on Jungwon’s face as he took a sip of his soda and let out a small chuckle. 

The soft feeling you just felt went away instantly, reminding you that Jungwon was no longer your friend but indeed your enemy. 

“You annoy me so much, Yang Jungwon.” 

His chuckle only continued, “What? You act like we never used to take bubble baths together as infants or something.” 

“Shut up,” you snapped, pulling your baseball hat down to cover your eyes, “Just eat your snacks.” 

Finally, once everyone was seated with their teammate, the official announcer of the competition came by and announced the first game round was League of Legends. 

“The way this competition will work is we will have multiple rounds of each game, whichever team hits the first ten slots with their wins using the bracket method, will move on to the next round. Each practice day for the games will be two days.” The announcer explained the rules, and once everyone understood, he left to go to another school's cafe. 

Jungwon cracked his fingers and his neck, stretching out his arms and pulling himself closer to the table, “LOL is way too easy, we’ll make it to the next round for sure.” 

You nodded, also doing small stretches before moving yourself closer. 

Jungwon and you have always been smart with strategy, attack, and defense games. Mostly since the two of you have had to use these three things with your self-competition. 

The first practice day went in a flash. You rubbed your eyes and you dragged your feet to your room, unlocking the door and trailing in. 

You wanted nothing but to shower, order food, and then go to bed. But being a gamer, and having friends who are gamers, wouldn’t let that happen so easily. 

With a quick shower and food on the way, you sat at the desk with your gaming laptop open, joining your friends' discord call. 

“Y/NINNEEE!!” Huening Kai sang through the mic as he saw your username pop into the call. 

“Hello hello~” You sang back, “Hope you aren’t missing me too much in Bio.”

Kai scoffed, “As if, the class is a lot quieter now.” 

“So was this call before Y/N joined,” Beomgyu teased, but then a soft sigh left his lips when Yunjin’s username joined the call. 

“Wow, can’t believe you’re on a call without me!?!” she gasped. 

“Oh gross, who invited you in here?!” Beomgyu groaned, his side eye being felt through the mic. 

“It’s an open voice chat, asshole, plus I am ALWAYS invited in here!” she spat back. 

You giggle at your best friend's banter, making you miss being back on campus. 

You decided to open up League of Legends, better to get more practice in before the first round. 

“Ugh! League?!” Beomgyu said disgustedly, “Why!?” 

You roll your eyes, “Because it’s the first game we are playing for the competition Gyu.” 

“Y/N, lemme in so I can practice too.” Yunjin hummed, “And anyways, you act like you were even invited to play?”

Beomgyu chuckled, “Don’t we always play games together? Isn’t that the point of being in a call?”

“Hyung, we are literally playing phasmophobia right now. Kai sassed, “We need ONE MORE piece of evidence to find the ghost.” 

“But I am scaredddddd” Gyu pouted. 

You once again found yourself laughing at your friends, only for your smile to fade when you see Jungwon’s username pop up on the left side of your discord showing you had a message from him. 

You opened it seeing it was just him asking for an invite to the league match, which you ignored. You already practiced enough with him today and will all day tomorrow as well. He can deal with it. 

Jungwon slouched down in his chair, staring at the discord message he sent you, debating if he should send you a call instead, but stopped at the sound of your laughing and hearing Huening Kai’s name come from your mouth. 

Jungwon sighed, you were clearly with your friends. 

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The second day of practice also flew by quickly, the first competition day being finally here. 

The competition was being held at a small center, just big enough for the gaming clubs and the officials. 

Your team was placed in the third round of brackets, so there was plenty of time to get your nerves under control. 

You sat in the bleachers, watching the current game on the massive screen in the middle of the room that was filled with each player's screen. 

“There you are,” Jungwon said, flicking his index finger to your hat and sitting beside you, “You ready?” 

You shrugged, “We practiced enough, I was confident until watching the way some of the teams from other schools play.” 

Jungwon nodded, “Yeah they are good, but we are better.” 

You looked at him, his eyes slowly finding their way to yours as well, “You’re competitive through and through aren’t you?” 

He smiled so wide his cute dimples you loved so much as kids made their appearance, his ego also coming through, “Well yeah, of course! I am literally the best gamer in our club.”

You rolled your eyes, dropping your chin into your hands, “I can’t stand you.” 

“I hear that often.” He teased, reaching up and taking your hat off your head.

“Hey! Give it back!” 

“Since when did you start wearing hats?” Jungwon asked, placing the hat on his head, “How do I look?” 

“It brings me luck! Now give it!” 

You snatched it from him, placing it back on your head. 

“Damn,” he hissed, “Didn’t bring you enough luck since you got stuck with me as your teammate.” 

Jungwon stretched his legs out and leaned back on his hands, releasing a sigh and shaking his head. 

All you could do was stare at him, you struck a nerve with him. 

The final round ended, calling for the next bracket of players to make their way to the gaming area. 

“Come on,” Jungwon stood up, sliding his hands in his pockets, “Let’s kick some ass so we can go back to the hotel.” 

You studied him and his body language, this wasn’t like the normal Jungwon you knew. 

He sat quietly in his chair as he placed his headphones over his ears and set his mic up properly to his liking. 

You tried to focus on the monitor before you, but the tension was high between you and your teammate. You already knew being on the same team as him was going to be hard, you just didn’t expect this. 

The announcer started the game, and your focus narrowed in. 

Jungwon’s whole demeanor changed right back into the competitive boy you knew the moment the game started. 

Before you knew it, you and Jungwon were being crowned as the victors of the first day, moving on to the next round. 

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The gaming cafe went larger as the teams from your school who didn’t make it past the first round were sent home. 

The second round was Overwatch, which sent you and Yunjin looking at each other from across the cafe from the excitement. 

Since Overwatch is a six-player team, two other teams will be put together for this round. 

The first and second day of practice came and went. Your confidence boosts knowing this next round will be a piece of cake. 

You jumped onto your gaming PC, loading up overwatch and fixing to send Yunjin an invite when your phone vibrates, receiving a call from Jungwon. You ignored the call, hovering over Yunjin’s discord username when a string of texts spams your phone.

Jungwon made his way inside your hotel room, pushing his chair with his laptop and snacks in it. 

“We can’t be up too late you know,” you raised a brow at him, “We have to be at the center early.” 

Jungwon shrugged, setting up his laptop beside yours, “We can play for about an hour or so.” 

Jungwon watched as you sat down beside him, pulling your headset over your ears. 

His heart raced to see you in your cute pink sweatpants and black hoodie, your hair pulled back into a messy bun. 

His palms got clammy from the sudden nervousness that washed over him. He’s known you since birth and sees you as a good rival, why is he so nervous over you right now?

Maybe it’s because all Jungwon wants to do is confess everything he’s been hiding all these years. 

That he hopes being on this team with you can rekindle what was broken and win you back, but so far it hasn’t worked. 

He opens his mouth to say something, just to close it just as quickly, and sets his eyes on his laptop screen. 

As the overwatch game went on, the more friendly the both of you became with each other. With small jokes and Jungwon reaching over to press random keys on your laptop just for you to swing his hand out the way as you laugh. 

God, it made his heart race even more. To finally feel like things were back in place. 

You had to admit you enjoyed this moment. It felt like you actually had your childhood best friend back. 

But how long would this moment actually last? Until you got back on campus for the rivalry just to start again?

You cleared your throat, snapping Jungwon’s attention to you, “It’s late, I think you should leave.” 

Jungwon’s smile faded, nodding softly as he gathered his things, leaving you alone in the room. 

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Your overwatch team left the gaming area cheering. You’ve made it to the final round. 

Yunjin’s and even Heeseung’s teams were knocked out early on in the day. Which made you sad to see your best friend go. 

Heeseung was stuck there since You and Jungwon were the only team left from your club still in the game, which surprised you that Heeseung was knocked out. He was the best gamer you knew. 

The final contestants that remained, pulled you against your will to a bar to party. 

Both you and Jungwon weren’t social butterflies, but Jungwon was able to blend in with the other students perfectly fine. 

You, on the other hand, were slowly inching your way closer to the front entrance, making your sweet escape. 

Tucking your hands into your jacket pockets, you slowly made your walk back to the hotel, thinking you finally got some peace until you heard the scuffling of shoes running after you. 

“Y/N!!” 

You rolled your eyes, you just can’t get away from him, can you?

“What, Jungwon?” you sigh, walking a bit faster. 

“Where are you going? I noticed you were gone.” 

“Back to the hotel, obviously. Please go away.” 

Jungwon could sense something was…off. 

“Hey,” his voice filled with concern as he wrapped his hand around your forearm, “Y/N what’s wrong?” 

You shook your arm from his grip, staring daggers at him. 

Jungwon dropped his arms at his side, raising his eyebrows at you, “What? Why are you angry with me now?”

You groaned, “Because! You won’t leave me alone!” 

Jungwon scoffed, “Maybe I want to spend time with you? With my teammate? Is that so bad? We literally kicked ass today, yet you’re upset with me?” 

“Yes! You’ve been acting more friendly than normal with me lately! Not your usual teasing me and showing off like you’d always do!” 

Jungwon narrowed his brows at you, very much confused, “You hate me when we are rivals, and now you hate me for trying to be friends with you? Pick a fucking struggle Y/N.” he shoved his hands into his jean jacket pockets, twisting the hand warmers with his fingers as a distraction. 

You laughed, “Why are you even trying to be friends with me anyway?! Everything is just going to go back to normal once we step foot back on campus! So why?! All you have done is suffocate me since we’ve been here!” you took a deep breath, rubbing your fingertips at your temples, “I was so looking forward to having a somewhat relaxing time here with Yunjin as my teammate and us as normal rivals but good lord my luck has actually been shitty like you stated the other day.” 

Jungwon licked his bottom lip as he stared down at his sneakers, trying to keep his eyes dry, “I asked Heeseung to put us on a team together.” 

You looked at him confused, your body relaxing a little, “What?” 

Jungwon looks back up at you, his eyes glossed over, “I asked Heeseung to pair us up. The plan was originally to have everyone draw names from a bowl but I…” he looks away from you, staring off down the street, “I asked him to just pair people up and make it seem like it was random and to just give me you.” 

Snow started to fall from the sky, slowly collecting in his soft dark hair. 

“Why…?” you softly whispered. 

Jungwon chuckled, reaching a hand to scratch his face as if it would help him find the right words, “Because I wanted to rekindle our friendship. I wanted to leave this competitiveness behind us. To fix what got broken, Y/N, it’s my fault why things got the way they are now.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you stood there, continuing to listen to him. 

“I thought it was just us having fun, just two kids being stupid until it got to my head. I enjoyed winning. I enjoyed the praise from everyone. And because of that, our little games turned into hatred. To us being enemies. It’s my fault that I let go of our friendship. I kept this rivalry going for all these years because it was the only way I could keep you in my life.” 

You looked down at the ground, your hat covering him out of your sight completely. 

Jungwon took a deep breath, “I miss you. So fucking much. I wanted this trip to bring you back to me. That’s why I tried so hard. I wasn’t trying to suffocate you, that’s the last thing I want.” 

His footsteps got closer to you, and by habit, you clasped your fingers on your hat bill, pulling it down as you looked even further away. 

“Y/N, look at me please.” 

You were scared too, scared to look at him and he sees how much you’ve also missed him. That you were blinded by the rivalry into thinking you hated him. You wanted your best friend back, but did you deserve him?

Suddenly you felt the pull of your hat being taken. Jungwon’s fingers lift the bill up exposing your face. 

You made eye contact with him not even for a second before his free hand cupped your jaw and pressed his lips to yours. 

Jungwon pulled your body closer to him, deepening the kiss as his tongue pressed against your lips to allow it in, sliding it against your own tongue. 

Your hand gripped the openings of his jacket, holding on for dear life as your head spun. 

The last thing you expected tonight was to make out with your best friend as the snow fell. 

But it was romantic nonetheless. 

The sounds of a car honking on the street pulled you two back to reality. 

You jumped away from Jungwon, wrapping your jacket around your body. 

Jungwon smiled, placing your hat back on your head, pulling the bill down way too far in a way to tease you. 

“I am also in love with you, Y/N.” Jungwon didn’t expect him confessing his feelings to you would be exactly like this, but what better way than right now as he’s teasing you like old times? 

Once Jungwon’s hand was gone from your head you looked up at him, trying to make sure you heard what he said correctly. 

Jungwon rubbed his thumb against your cheek, “I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember,” he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and then released it along with a sigh, “I’ve loved you even as kids. For some reason, I always knew I loved you, and as the years went on, I only came to understand my feelings for you more and more.”

Jungwon slid his hand from your face down to your hand, taking it in his own, “That's another reason I asked Heeseung to pair me with you. I wanted to apologize for letting you go, for choosing the competitive life over the one we could have had together if I never let you go. If I told you from the start how I felt.” 

Before you could say anything, the partying students finally left the bar, their loud voices echoing over to you and Jungwon, causing him to drop his hand to his side, taking a few steps away. 

“Let’s go, we have a long couple of days ahead of us.” 

The walk back to the hotel was quiet. 

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The last and final round of the competition was a battle royale. 

Jungwon bounced in his chair, excited as battle royale was his favorite. 

You, on the other hand, weren’t the best at them. 

No amount of practice the last couple of days was enough to prepare you. 

You even snuck over to Jungwon’s room and begged him to help you, letting you in with a roll of his eyes saying you would do perfectly fine. 

You were good at battle royale, yes, but after finding out the team you were up against was KNOWN as battle royale players. 

You even so much as went and stalked their Steam and Twitch accounts. All they play is battle royales. 

The day of the finale came faster than you’d like. 

You twisted your fingers together as you stared off in the distance of the gaming area, your headphones dangling around your neck. 

Jungwon looked over at you, placing his hand on top of yours.

You looked over at him, his dimple smiling being enough to relax you. 

“It’s okay, we will kick ass,” There he goes with his confidence, “I am the best at battle royales, and you are also good at them, we got this. Just stick to me.”’

You nodded, giving a soft pout when he looked away and released his hand from yours. 

The announcer started the game, and the finale began. 

You stuck to Jungwon like glue, looting the area and switching guns out for better ones as the timer ran down. 

One by one you and Jungwon took out each team you came into contact with, but that was solely because of the fact Jungwon always comes in clutch in hard situations. 

Until it came down to the last two teams. Yours and the team you were worried about. 

Jungwon gave orders as you followed him to the next and final circle, sliding and hiding behind a building. 

Jungwon pulled his sniper out, aiming down sights to see where the enemy team could be. You crept into the building, doing one last final round of looting and reloading, ready to walk out, when Jungwon screamed beside you. 

“Wonnie?! What?!” 

“Don’t leave that building!” 

You did as you were told, peaking your head out a window, seeing Jungwon down one of the players, just for the second one to pop out of nowhere and down him. 

“Fuck!” Jungwon scoffed, dropping his headset down around his neck and rolling his chair to your side, staring at your screen. 

“Y/N, you need to down him before he picks up his teammate.” 

Your fingers shake against the keyboard, as you quickly run out from the building.

“You got this,” Jungwon reassured you. 

You run up behind the other player, “What if I don’t?”

“Baby, listen to me,” him calling you baby was enough to make your heart race even more, “You got this, okay?” 

You nodded, switching your guns quickly just in time for the other player to turn around and start shooting, but you were quicker. Sliding out of the way, and getting up behind him with a shotgun in hand, pulling the trigger and downing him. The title of winner flashed across your screen. 

“I did it!” you shouted, turning to look at Jungwon, “We did it!”

Jungwon high-fives your hands, his fingers intertwined with yours, shaking your hands back and forth, “We did it!” 

With no hesitation, you leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

Jungwon was too stunned to say anything, eyes blinking rapidly. 

You pulled your headset down around your neck, letting yourself hear the outside world. 

“I am in love with you too,” You smiled, heart nearly beating out of your chest, “I always have been and just covered it up with the hatred I had. I’ve missed you too, and you weren’t actually suffocating me, I said that out of anger and confusion, I—“

That’s all Jungwon needed to hear, shutting you up by pressing his lips back to yours, cupping your hands softly between his hands. 

All he cared about was winning you back, and he did. Winning the gaming competition was just a bonus. 

He made you fall for him all over again, only he fell harder than he did before.

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— hello kitty keychains and annoying co-workers | l.jh

a/n; just thinking about jihoon soft launching his s/o.

jihoon's footsteps echo through the cold building and he's met with bows from everyone walking past him. he acknowledges them, bowing back with a stern visage.

his expensive black bag is strung on his shoulder and he walks with ease, confidence oozing with his presence. to anyone who is not aware of his romanticistic nature, he's the cold, grumpy producer who hasn't touched a woman in years.

entering the elevator, he presses the floor button and leans against the panel. but before the doors could close, someone enters the elevator cab. jihoon sighs inwardly, looking at the person.

soonyoung, one of the choreographers in the company. and jihoon is pretty sure he shits rainbows 'cause how the hell can a person always be this cheerful?

he sighs internally, expecting for a social interaction to be thrown towards his face but soonyoung only bows and stands a few feet away from him.

while jihoon feels grateful, he can't help but be a bit disappointed. the horror appalls him, does he want a man pretending to be a tiger to be his friend?

it isn't until that the elevator dings, when soonyoung speaks. a smirk lines his lips with a glint of mischief in his eyes, “nice keychain.”

the younger stares at him, confused as he steps out with a wink. jihoon leans down to look at his bag, and-ah there it is. a hello kitty keychain hangs by one of the zippers.

right then, a text message pops up from you, asking him if he reached safely. a soft smiles graces his features and pink tints his skin.

he sends a text along with a selfie of him. following it up with a 'thank you for the keychain.'

thoughts of you flood his mind. he clears up his schedule to watch the new episodes of an anime with you and also arranges a dinner date with you because he wants to. and a thought of soonyoung being a sexist pops up but is quickly pushed down by the thought of making it official with you.

his smile widens, and a deeper shade of pink tints his cheeks and ears. he doesn't care that anyone may walk through the elevator, and find the senior producer blushing and smiling like a teenager.

he takes a few pictures (with the help of mingyu) and uploads them on his instagram. a picture of him with the bag and the keychain along with a picture of two silhouettes by the han river graces his account.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia @dokyeomkyeom @bangantokchy @jespecially

@asyre @armycarat2612 @bewoyewo @gyuguys @embrace-themagic

@aaniag @nurihihi (send an ask to be added on the taglist!)

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𝖐_𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚

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Baji x Reader

U have a crush on Baji and u find his insta stuff like that…

(ur best friend and u have matching insta names u are called Geto and ur Besties is Gojo)

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„Do you think thats really him?“ u questione ur Best Friend.

„OMG just request himmm“she says annoyed and tries to take the perfect picture of her parfait.

„U can request him first then i do it“u plead.

„No,thats against the girls girl code“she says and smiles at you.

„Fine…but if anything goes wrong i blame u“u add.

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U make ur way home from ur meet up.

Ur headphones were on and u were listening to ur Favorite Playlist as u heard a notification trough ur ear buds.

•K_eisuke accepted ur request

U clicked at the Banner and his instagram Account pops up.

He has a couple of pictures of cats and his friends in his feed and two story highlights.U look at the highlights they were nothing special either cats or some pictures of his friends with bikes.

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„Did u follow her back???“ Chifuyu asks.

„NO.“ Baji says and looks at the Blonde.

„Whyyyy…..u i tought u like her“he says confused amd Baji gives him a annoyed look.

„Fuyu,shut it…..shes ugly and not my type“the black haired says and looks away.

„HUH do u listen to urself man?“his friend questions him.

„At first u cant stop speaking about her and now u call her ugly…Baji….are u sick?“ this earns him a gentle punch from Baji and so he shuts up.

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It was 00:56 and u were scrooling trough instagram,as u refresh the site u see Baji posted a story.

•K_eisuke mentioned draken_,the.realmikey,and fuyu.matsuno in his story

u click the like button and u see another notification pop onto ur screen.Ur friend mentioned u in her story twice.

•g0joo. has mentioned you in her Story

•Caption:@Get_0 always asleep🫡😀

•U reposted this Story

•U added the Caption 🫥🥱🖕🏻

U swipe to the Second story of her and u see a picture of urself.

•g0joo. has mentioned u in her story

•Caption @Get_0 „DELETE IT I LOOK UGLYYYY“

•U reposted the Story

•Caption DELETE THAT 👽🥹😀

And with that u turn or phone off,u plug in the charger and u get out of bed to do ur skincare,as u return u see a new notification on ur screen.

•K_eisuke has requested to follow you

•U accepted his follow request

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„Watcha Lookin at“Baji screams at Chifuyu as they wait for the Traffic light to turn green.

„Just looking at her Insatgram Account“Chifuyu says louder so Baji could hear him over the roaring of the Engined.

„Lemme see“he says and tries to catch a glimpse.

„Follow her yourself u prick“Chifuyu answeres.

Baji just rolls his eyes takes out his phone and clicks on the follow back button on your profile.As he puts his phone back into his pocket the traffic light turns green.

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The Night Air was cold and u couldn’t sleep so u stalk his instagram posts and the newest one catches ur eye.

•K_eisuke has mentioned fuyu.matsuno

•Caption 🐈‍⬛Pussy

•fuyu.matsuno has commented When will u get Real Pussy?!

•U liked fuyu.matunos comment

The picture of him was hot,Baji was quiet popular amongst girls but u heard that only a few ladies were accepted in his Instagram Account.

And u are one of them.👹

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•Get_0 posted and mentioned g0joo.

•Caption My Personal Sleep Paralysis Demon🥹😬

•g0joo commented 😀do i need to save u

•fuyu matsuno liked this post

•k_eisuke liked this post

•k_eisuke commented Did u try giving him ur soul?🐈‍⬛

„See u have a crush on her“Fuyu says beside him

„I do…fuck.“he says quietly.

„Talk to her or text her“the dumb blonde suggests.

„Type Hey or…no type Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?…text that“ Baji hates when his Friend tries to set him up but this time he follows his idea.

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•One unread message for get_0

K_eisuke: Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?

get_0:Sadly yes he jumped of my bed and left😔

K_eisuke:Thats Bad i am on my way to ur house to save u,is the Demon still in ur house?

get_0:Yes hes making noise in the Hallway

K_eisuke:Will save u:)

get_0:🥹💕

K_eisuke:🩷

2 Minutes pass

K_eisuke:I am outside.Wheres the Demon?

K_eisuke:I expect a Kiss in return for saving u💕😑

❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁•❁

[sunnysam-my]

How to write Ghost Speak stylised, without using Zalgo text [Z̶̙̓́͂͗ầ̶͚̂͝l̶̡͖̘͖̟̙͋ģ̴͔͉̬̣̙̄̕ó̶̳̏̆̕]

I see a lot of Danny Phantom fanfic writer use Zalgo text for Ghost Speak, however it's usually unreadable and it often makes the text around it unreadable too. It's fun to use a stylised font for fictional languages like this, so here's some proposition of what to use instead:

(I'll be using this as an example: "Hi, my name is Phantom" the floating boy said and landed. "and I think I can help.")

Zalgo with controled level of text corruption

Zalgo.org allows you to control the "craziness" of the text, and unzalgo the text, which can help when adding the translation of it.

Example:

Regular level: H̴̨̛̺͎̼̭͖̜̟̹̪̮͖̼͇̏̋̐͛̓̃̏͜ͅi̶̡̡̡̺͚͚̣͙͇̦̞͙̬̍̀̄̋̏̕̚,̶̛̛̮͕̩̫̜̖̤̰̜̰̝̜̮̅͋̒̉̓͂̂̇̃̂͘͘͝ͅ ̷͎̭̊͌̆́m̸̧̡͎͈͓̀̍̐̽̎͂͆́͠y̵̬̑̈́̓̓ ̶͓͎̲̣̹̞̮̞̟̲͊́̾ǹ̴̜̟̤̺̳̂̒̌̂̍̋̐̑͘͝ͅa̴̡͍̱̞̟̫̗͔͔̗̜̮̳̅̈́͌̑̓̆̋̇̅̈̚̚͜͝m̷̰̣͍͔̱̩̖͕̈́͒̒͂̋̐̍̓͌͑̈̏̚̚̚̕͜͝ͅe̶̩̫̿̈͑̊́̀ ̴̻̝͔̼͇̮͎̝͔̠̋̊̈́̄̂̍̊̍͝ͅi̷̡̜͙͈͛͛̑̎̽̓̅̏̏͋̓͠ṡ̸̡̺̻͖̥̗͆̋̔̌̕ ̵̡̯̜̰̤̝͔̹͕̻̬̝̳̄͆͛́͂̓͘͝͝͝ͅP̴̛̣̈̓͛̊͂̐͗̍̃̆̉̂̓͠ͅh̶̨̠̫̥̺̋̇̈́͋̒͗̾̽̃͘͠a̸̖͍̺͇̟͇̠̹̺̓̀̈́̈́̾̆̔͋̎̇͌̾͠͝n̸̡̡̛͉̜̖̱̭͍͖̯͉̾͒̈́͆̈́̕͝t̴̺̥̼̱͚̙͕̖̺̖̣̜͐̅͑ò̸͙̣̫̫̬̟̼͝m̶̞̜͓̤͔̠̞͙̩̣̮͇̲͇̞͈̎̽́̕̕͜"̸̡̛̠̗͕̣̰̳̝̖̯̣̤̯̥͊̀̈́̓̾̽͂̓̉͛̿̀ ̸̢̢̡̛̫͈̠͖̪̦̦̰̤̰̥͖̥̪̏́̏̐͆̍̌̉̈́̎̆̕͝͝the floating boy said and landed. ̷̱̤̰̮̫͍͖̅̋̈́̾̎̓̃̉̏̒͠"̸̨̛̯̮̹̪͖̘͙̗̩͈̬̠̾̽̑͌͂̀̑̎͐͐͂̄̔̾͘͝ḁ̴̭̘͙̪̜̘̤̘͚̬̫̟͕̤͔̇͋͘n̵̤̟͔͈̣̜̝͉̓̆̈́͌̂͒̿̉̊̈́̚͘d̸̬̳͙̤̣͈̬͔̫̈́ ̶̧̨̡̮̫͔͙̪̼̫̪̹̱͍̙͌̃͜ͅĮ̵̘̌͒͋̉͊͒̑͋̆̾̅͠͝͠ ̶̺̪͇̰̐́͗́̈͂̋͊̉̿̔̎͝͝ţ̵̡̭̯̫̼̦͚̯̯͇͎͐́͌̍͛͊͆ͅh̷̤̼͙̯̪̟̩̗̿į̶̧̡̗͇͍̰̬̣̒̅̕̕͜͝͝ņ̷̮̤̫̙̼͚̟̮͓̲͖̤̙͕̾͑̂ͅḵ̴̝̟̲̤̈͗͝ ̸̦͓̮͍̗̜͕̗̟͔̑͛̀ͅI̴̡̻̱̮̺͕̝͎̠͉͍͙̐͐͛̓̈́̀̆̾̋̂̂̊̉͠ͅ ̸̱͎̖͕͚̪̝͇͎͕̼̟̗͔͋̾̆̾͋̓͒͠͝c̸͎̱̹̦̰̝̦̻͚̘̰̥̞̰̩̱͛̾̓͝a̵̩̦͙̼̠̼̱̲̬̣͈̓͛̈̾̔̋̈́̾̾̑̕͘͜͝͝ͅṋ̴͚̹͈̦͎̩̫͓̃́̅̆̄̈́́͜͝ ̶̢͕̳̘̯͎̺͓͙̯̖̃̎̆̊̃͐́́̿̀̀͌̔ḥ̶̘̩̆͛͒͌̐̅̈́̕͝͝e̷͙͊̌́͋̆̄̂̎̓͑̈́̓̄͠͠l̵̛̫̥͇̞͉̓̀̎̈́̐͠͝ṕ̶͍̈̔̈́͂͗̒͛͋͠.̴̜͚̲͕̘̣͙̩̻̈́͐̽"̵̩̳̈̑́̈́̔́͒̒̃͐̏̆

Lowest level: "̷H̸i̴,̶ ̴m̷y̵ ̷n̸a̴m̷e̴ ̵i̷s̷ ̵P̴h̷a̵n̴t̴o̴m̵"̸ ̸the floating boy said and landed. ̵"̴a̶n̷d̴ ̵I̵ ̴t̵h̵i̷n̷k̵ ̴I̶ ̴c̷a̸n̴ ̶h̷e̴l̵p̷.̷"̸

Any of the fonts you like on Fontgen or Messletters

Fontgen.net is a fancy font generation, it has many different fonts and font decorations. I recommend you check it out, although going through all of them can be a bit annoying.

There's also Messletters generator that has some different fonts, you can also corrupt any of them if you want by using buttons at the top. Remember that not everyone font will be possible to corrupt. Sometimes it shows a letter as a box, as if the font doesn't have it, but often, if it's a singular letter, that's not true.

Another popular fancy text generator is LingoJam's Fancy Letter generator, although be aware that LingoJam has other generators that use AI, mostly those photo based.

Diagonal Stripes

This is the only suggested font that works with screen reading. Google's voices read it properly as words, Microsoft voices spell the letters.

Example:

"H̷i̷, m̷y̷ n̷a̷m̷e̷ i̷s̷ P̷h̷a̷n̷t̷o̷m̷" The floating boy said and landed. "a̷n̷d̷ I̷ t̷h̷i̷n̷k̷ I̷ c̷a̷n̷ h̷e̷l̷p̷."

Smooth

For this I recommend you change some letters, like for example i and h, to lower case, because imo it looks better, but that's up to you.

Example:

"нι, му ηαмє ιѕ Ƥнαηтσм" The floating boy said and landed. "αη∂ ι тнιηк ι cαη нєℓρ."

This font, of which I unfortunately can't find the name of.

You can for sure find it on Fontgen in the 'Swirly Font Generator' section.

Example:

"ᏂᎥ, ᎷᎩ ᏁᏗᎷᏋ ᎥᏕ ᎮᏂᏗᏁᏖᎧᎷ" The floating boy said and landed. "ᏗᏁᎴ Ꭵ ᏖᏂᎥᏁᏦ Ꭵ ፈᏗᏁ ᏂᏋᏝᎮ."

Stupid

Example:

"Hɨ, ʍʏ ռǟʍɛ ɨֆ Pɦǟռȶօʍ" The floating boy said and landed. "ǟռɖ ɨ ȶɦɨռӄ ɨ ƈǟռ ɦɛʟք."

Cherokee

In some generators it looks like it doesn't support the letter F or f, but it does, so don't worry.

Example:

"Ꮋꮖ, ꮇꭹ ɴꭺꮇꭼ ꮖꮪ Ꮲꮋꭺɴꭲꮻꮇ" The floating boy said and landed. "ꭺɴꭰ Ꮖ ꭲꮋꮖɴꮶ Ꮖ ꮯꭺɴ ꮋꭼꮮꮲ."

Those are just some of my favourite that's the most readable, but you can explore different fonts on your own and find something you like!

[sweetmage]

Accessible BG3 Mods For The Visually Impaired!

As someone with a vision disability, I have a hard time reading small text, distinguishing menu options, and so on. So of course I stay on the look out for accessibility mods. I'm gonna link some of the mods I use (and some that might just be useful) for other PC users that are struggling with vision issues with this game. Be sure to check the mod pages for specific installation instructions for each mod as well as any dependencies or compatibility issues with other mods. Do note that these mods were compiled based on my own experiences with low vision, eye strain, and trouble distinguishing small objects/words so they may not be useful for everyone. If you have any suggestions for things to add to the list or if any links are broken, please let me know!

Also please show some love to these modders if their mods helped you 😄

Better Maps All In One

Link Here

With this mod you can remove the grid overlay on the map which reduces visual clutter. There is also an option to make the minimap larger and a recent update says that colorblind support has been added for NPC markers!

Bigger Mouse Cursors

Link Here

Does what it says on the tin, makes all mouse cursors larger.

Darker Paper

Link Here

Providers a darker background for all readable items (books, notes, etc.) which may reduce eye strain for some.

Comic Sans (Font Replacer)

Link Here

Can be useful for those with dyslexia or vision impairments.

Better Context Menu

Link Here

Adds related icons to all context menu options and (optionally) makes the context menu larger.

Increased Font Size

Link Here

Does what it says on the tin, increases font size with options ranging from 10% to 55% increases. Note: If using in conjunction with the Comic Sans mod, the author of this mod recommends starting with the 10% size and increasing if needed as the Comic Sans mod already starts larger by default.

Less Annoying Magic Effects

Link Here

Disables VFX for many spells, status effects, etc. (see mod page for list). Useful for reducing eye strain, visual clutter, or headache inducing effects. There is an optional configurable version so you can remove only certain effects, though I haven't tried that myself.

Bigger Customize Dice Button

Link Here

Does what it says on the tin, makes the button to customize your dice larger.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

hi derin! i’ve been following you for a little while, and also bemoaning the nature of publishing fiction (indie or trad) for a little bit longer than that, and i only just realized today that…of course web serials are a thing i can also do!

i really love the idea of publishing serially (though i’m not totally sure i CAN, i’d like to try), so while i add this to my list of potential paths, do you have any advice for getting started? building an audience? marketing? figuring out if writing/publishing this way will work for you to begin with?

i know that’s a lot of questions, and you don’t have to answer all of them! i’m throwing spaghetti at a wall out here. i hope you have a good day though, and thanks in advance!

Getting started in web serial writing

Web serial writing has the lowest barrier of entry of any major method of publishing your story. You can literally just start. There are two steps:

start writing your story

decide how/where you want to publish it

The writing part, I assume you have handled. The important thing to note here is that you gotta see the project through. Start and don't stop until you're done. For publishing, you have a few options:

1. Publish on a website designed for web serial novels

There are a few of these around, they're usually free to publish on (although most offer a paid account to give you ad space or boost you int he algorithm or whatever), and your best choice generally depends on which one happens to gravitate to a niche that best suits your kind of work. The big names in this industry are Royal Road and Scribblehub, which, last I checked up on them (about a year ago) tended towards isekai and light erotica respectively. (You absolutely can publish outside these niches on these sites, it's just much harder to get traction.) Publishing somewhere like this comes with multiple advantages. Firstly, there's a writing community right there to talk to; there's usually a forum or something where people gather to talk about reading or writing on the site. Second, the site itself is designed specifically to publish web serials, and will come with a good layout and hit trackers and 'where you left off' buttons for the reader and all that; generally all you have to do is copy-paste the text of a chapter into the page and the site will do everything else for you. Third, there's an audience sitting right there, browsing the 'latest arrivals' or 'most popular' page of the site; if you can get high in the algorithm, you have to do little if any marketing.

The downsides of such places usually come down to the same things as the advantages. Such sites are a flooded market. Your story absolutely will drown in a sea of other stories, a great many of them terrible, and most of them with the advantage of catering to the site's niche. Gaining an audience there is often a matter of trying to game an algorithm, and the community can be... variable. Some of these places are nice but most of them are a bunch of authors trying to tear down everyone around them to make their own work look better by comparison int he hopes of poaching audiences for their story instead. If you go this route, I'd recommend shopping around for a site that fits you personality and writing style (or just posting on many sites at once; you can also do that).

These places also tend to get targeted by scrapers who will steal your story and sell it as an ebook, which is very annoying.

2. publish on another site

Plenty of people publish web serials here on Tumblr. I do not know why. This site is TERRIBLY set up for that. It makes tracking stories and updates a pain in the arse (people end up having to *manually tag every reader whenever they post an update*), building and maintaining archives are annoying, community building is surprisingly difficult for a social media site, and it's just generally far more work for both writer and reader than it needs to be. You often do have a ready-made audience, though.

This does tend to work better on other sites. Reddit has multiple communities for reading and writing various types of fiction; publishing on these is a bit more work than somewhere like Royal Road, but not very much, and many of these communities are very active. There aren't as many forums around as there used to be, but you might be able to find fiction hosting forums, if that's what you prefer. And of course, many writers who simply want to write and don't mind not being paid choose to write on AO3.

These sites are a good middle ground compromise for people who want a ready-made community and don't mind putting in a bit of extra work.

3. make your own site

This is what I did. You can make a website for free, giving people a hub to find you and all your work, designed however you like. You can also pay for a website if you want it to be a little bit nicer. This option is the most work, but gives you the most control and leaves you free of having to worry about any algorithm.

The obvious downside of this is that there's no community there. If you host your work on your own website, you need to bring people to it. You need to build an audience on your own. This is not an easy thing to do.

Building an audience (general advice)

Here is some general advice about building an audience:

1. Consistency. Consistency. Consistency.

If you want people to read your writing, the best piece of advice I can possibly give you is have an update schedule and update on time, always. If you need to take a break, give people as much warning as possible and tell them exactly when you will be back, and come back then. Do not take unnecessary breaks because you don't feel like writing. (Do take breaks if you get carpal tunnel or need time off for a major life event or something -- your health is more important than the story.) If you're taking a lot of breaks to avoid burnout, you're doing it wrong -- you need to rework your whole schedule from the start and slow down updates to make these breaks unnecessary. Two chapters a month with no breaks is a billion times better than four chapters a month with frequent burnout breaks.

Consistency. Consistency. Consistency.

A reliable schedule is the #1 factor in audience retention. If readers need to randomly check in or wait for notifications from you to check if there's an update, guess what? Most of them won't! They'll read something else. You want your audience to be able to anticipate each release and fit it in their own schedule. I cannot overstate the importance of this.

2. If you can, try to make your story good.

We writers would love to live in a world where this is the most important thing, but it actually isn't. Plenty of people out there are perfectly happy to read hot garbage. How do I define 'hot garbage'? It doesn't matter. Think of what you would consider to be just a terrible, no-effort, pointless garbage story that the world would be better off without. Someone is out there writing that right now, making US$2,500/month on Patreon.

It is, however, a real advantage if you can make your story good. At the very least, it should be worth your audience's time. Preferably, it should also be worth their money, and make them enthusiastic enough to try to get their friends into it. Managing this is massively advantageous.

3. Accept that you're not going to get a big audience for a really long time. Write consistently and update on schedule every time anyway.

It took me over a year to get my second patron. For the first year, I updated Curse Words every single week, on schedule, for over a year, and had maybe... four readers. One of them was a regular commenter. One of them was my first patron. There was no one else.

My audience has grown pretty rapidly, for this industry.

You're not gonna start publishing chapters for a big, vibrant community. You're just not. And you have to keep going anyway. These days, I have a pretty good readership, and those couple of loyal readers (who I appreciate beyond words) have grown into a much larger community, who hang out and debate theories with each other and liveblog and drag in new readers and make fanart. My discord has over 550 members, with volunteer moderators and regular fan artists and its own little in-jokes and games and readers who make a point of welcoming newcomers and helping them navigate the discord, all with very little input from me. I start crying when I think about these people, who do the bulk of my social and marketing work for me just because they want to help, and my patrons who, after writing for over 4.5 years, have recently helped me pass an important threshold -- my web serial (via patreon) now pays my mortgage repayments. I can't live off my writing alone, but boy is that a massive fucking step.

You're not gonna have that when you start. You're gonna have a couple of friends. And that's it. Maybe for a year. Maybe less, if you're good at marketing and lucky. Maybe longer.

You have to update on schedule, every time, anyway.

Building an audience (more specific advice)

"Yeah, that's great, Derin, but where can I find my fucking audience?" Well, if you publish on a web serial site, then the audience is there and you jsut need to grab their affention using the tools and social norms offered to you by the site. I utterly failed at this and cannot help you there. You can still use these other tips to bring in readers from off-site.

1. Paid ads

I've never paid for ads so I can't offer advice on how to do it. I've Blazed a couple of posts on Tumblr; they weren't helpful. This is, however, an option for you.

2. Actually tell people that your story exists and where they can find it.

I used to have a lot of trouble with this. I didn't want to bother people on Tumblr and soforth by telling them about my personal project. Unfortunately you kind of have to just get over that. Now I figure that if people don't want TTOU spam, they can just unfollow me. If you're like me and want to just politely keep your story to yourself... don't. You're shooting yourself in the foot doing that.

You need to mention your story. Link your story in your bio on whatever social media sites you use. Put it in your banner on forums. Make posts and memes about it. Eventually, if you're lucky, extremely valuable readers will start to talk about your story and meme and fanart it for you, but first, you need to let them know it exists.

It will always feel weird to do this. Just accept that people can unfollow you if they want, and do it anyway.

3. Leverage existing audiences and communities

Before I started doing this web serial thing, I used to write a lot of fanfic. The original audience that trickled in for Curse Words comes from AO3, where I was doing a full series rationalist rewrite of Animorphs. They knew how I wrote and wanted more of it. Nowadays, I still occasionally pull in readers through this route. Most of my new readers these days come from a different community -- people who follow me on Tumblr. Occasionally I bring in people who don't follow me because we'll be talking about how one of my stories relates to something different, and fans of that thing might decide they want to check my stories out.

Your first readers will come from communities that you're already in and that are already interested in something similar to what you're doing (people reading my fanfic on AO3 were already there for my writing, for instance). Keep these people in mind when you start out.

One additional critical source of existing communities is your readers themselves. A huge number of my readers are people I've never been in any group with -- they were pulled in by their friends, relatives, or community members who were reading my stories and wanted them to read them too. This is an absolutely invaluable source of 'advertising' and it is critically important to look after these people. enthusiastic readers, word-of-mouth advertisers, and fan artists are the people who will bring in those outside your immediate bubble.

4. Your "where to find me" hub

If you're publishing on your own website, you can simply link everything else to your homepage, and put all relevant links there. For example, I can link people to derinstories.com , which links out to all my stories, social media I want people to find me on (you don't have to link all your social media), patreon, discord, et cetera. If you don't have your own website, you're going to have to create a hub like this in the bios of every site where you garner audiences from. This is the main advantage of publishing on your own website.

Monetisation

There are a few different kinds of monetisation for web serials, but most of them boil down to 'use a web serial format to market your ebook', which to be honest I find pretty shady. These authors will start a web serial, put in enough to hook an audience for free, and then stop posting and release an ebook, with the intention of making readers pay for the ending. Now, to be clear, I am absolutely not against publishing and selling your web serial -- I'm doing exactly that, with Curse Words. I am against intentionally and knowingly setting up the start of a web serial as a 'demo' without telling your audience that that is what you are doing, soliciting Patreon money for it, and then later yanking it away unfinished and demanding money for the ending.

Monetisation of these sorts of stories is really just monetisation for normal indie publishing with the web serial acting as an ad, and I have no advice for how to do that successfully.

Your options of monetisation for a web serial as a web serial are a bit more limited. They essentially come down to merchandise (including ebooks or print books) or ongoing support (patreon, ko-fi, etc.) Of these, the only one I have experience with is the patreon model.

This model of monetisation involves setting up an account with a regular-donation site such as patreon, providing the base story for free, and providing bonuses to patrons. You can offer all kinds of bonuses for patrons. Many patrons don't actually care what the bonus is, they're donating to support you so that you can keep writing the story, but they still like to receive something. But some patrons do donate specifically for the bonuses, so it's worth choosing them with care.

The most common and most effective bonus for web serials is advance chapters -- if people are giving you money, give them the chapters early. You can also offer various bonus materials, merchandise, or voting rights on decisions you need to make in the future. 'Get your character put in the story' is a popular high-tier reward. If you're looking for reward ideas, you can see the ones I use on my patreon.

Patreon used to offer the ability to set donation goals, where you could offer something when you were making a certain amount total or had a certain number of subscribers. They recently removed this feature because Patreon hates me personally and doesn't want me to be happy, so you kind of have to advertise it yourself now if you want to use these goals. I release chapters of unrelated stories at donation goals, and I found this to be far more effective than I thought it would be.

The important factor for this kind of monetisation is that it's ongoing. The main advantage of this is that it makes your income far more regular and predictable than normal indie publishing -- your pledges will go up or down over a month, but not by nearly as much as book sales can. The main thing to keep in mind is that it's not a one-time sale, which means that however you organise things, you want to make sure that donating keeps on being worth it, month after month. Offering bonuses that aren't just one-time bonuses, but things that the patron can experience every month, helps here. So does making sure that you have a good community where patrons can hang out with other patrons. (Offering advance chapters does both of these things -- the patron can stay ahead in the story and discuss stuff with other patrons that non-patrons haven't seen. I've found that a lot of my patrons enjoy reading an emotionally devastating chapter ahead of time, discussing it, and then all gathering a week or two later to watch the unsuspecting non-patrons experience it for the first time.)

Whatever method you use for monetisation, rule #1 is (in the words of Moist Von Lipwig): always make it easy for people to give you money. The process of finding out how to give you money should be easy, as should the process of actually doing it. And, most importantly, the spender should feel like it's worth it to give you money. This is a big part of making it easy to give you money. Make your story worth it, make your bonuses worth it, make sure that they're happy to be part of your community and that they enjoy reading and supporting you. And remember that support comes in many forms -- the fan artist, the word-of-mouth enthuser, the person who makes your social hub a great place to be, the patron, all of these people are vital components in the life support system that keeps your story going. And you're going to have to find them, give them a story, and build them a community, word by word and brick by brick.

It's a long process.

Good luck.

.

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 25)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap

You read the article over and over again while Cillian spoke to his publicist on the phone but, even despite his publicist's best efforts, over the next ten days, the news spread like wildfire, and you quickly became the target of hate comments everywhere.

People insulted you relentlessly, calling you names and accusing you of ruining Cillian's marriage to Danielle. The pressure mounted on you, making you feel trapped and overwhelmed as even your own mother didn't shy away from sending hurtful messages after the article surfaced amongst her group of friends and colleagues. 

"Thanks for ruining not only your life, but also mine," she texted you before sending you yet another message, telling you how everyone at her work was now asking her about the affair.

"I raised you better than this and I hope that this shameful kind of behavior won't rub off on your own child someday," she wrote, making you cry uncontrollably as you recalled all those beautiful memories you shared with your mother in the past.

Cillian watched helplessly as the storm raged around you, the intensity of the situation palpable. He wished he could shield you from the harsh words and judgmental glares, but he also knew that it was impossible.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "This is my fault. None of this would have happened if I hadn't acted like such an idiot," he added, his gaze flickering between the magazine and the floor.

"No, Cillian," you protested softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I might be much younger than you are, but I am an adult nonetheless. We both made mistakes, and we must deal with the consequences," you added, squeezing his hand comfortingly as another message from your mother popped up, telling you that you were going to be incapable of raising a child of your own.

Telling Cillian about her messages, he decided that enough was enough and grabbed your phone.

"What are you doing?" you asked Cillian apprehensively, your voice trembling slightly. "Put my phone down, please," you pleaded, your gaze flickering between the device and Cillian's determined expression.

Ignoring your pleas, Cillian hit the 'call' button. "I am going to talk to your mother," he declared assertively, his voice steady yet angry. "Enough is enough," he added, his gaze flickering between the screen and the living room.

"No, Cillian," you protested vehemently, your voice trembling slightly. "She is still my mother. She is hurt and I don't...," you began, your gaze flickering between the phone and Cillian's determined expression as Cillian interrupted you. 

"Look, Y/N," Cillian argued passionately, his voice firm yet compassionate. "I understand where you're coming from, but I can't stand by and watch her treat you like this," he explained, his gaze unwavering.

"She has no right to send you such hateful messages, especially now considering the state you're in," he added, his tone stern yet caring.

"Now, let me handle this," he assured you, his gaze flickering between the screen and the living room.

Your mother picked up the phone, seemingly surprised by what appeared to be a call from you. 

"Y/N?" she uttered tentatively, her voice strained with hesitation. "What do you want?" she asked warily, her query laced with skepticism.

"Actually, it's Cillian," Cillian replied calmly, his voice authoritative and slightly annoyed. "And what I want is for you to stop sending your daughter those awful messages," he insisted, his gaze unwavering.

"I beg your pardon?" your mother gasped, her voice quivering with confusion. "What makes you think that you have the right to meddle in our affairs?" she demanded, her tone laced with indignation. "Just because you knocked her up doesn't mean that you can tell me what I can and cannot send my daughter," she retorted, her voice brimming with hostility.

"Actually, Sarah, yes I can," Cillian retorted. "Y/N is pregnant with my child, and I refuse to stand idly by while you subject her to emotional distress," Cillian retorted, his voice unwavering. "She is your daughter for fuck's sake, so why wouldn't you show her support during this difficult time instead of adding fuel to the fire?" he asked her, his voice growing louder and angrier.

His outburst caught your mother off guard, and she remained silent for a few seconds, clearly unsure of how to respond.

"Because she doesn't deserve it," your mother eventually responded, her voice trembling slightly. "The way she went after you, knowing full well that you were married, is disgusting," she continued, her voice rising with anger. "And now, she is paying the price for her selfishness," she concluded, her voice quivering with frustration.

"Sarah," Cillian replied calmly, his voice firm yet compassionate. "You need to let it go and, if you can't do that, then at the very least stop insulting her," he implored, his gaze unwavering. "Just back off, please," he finally demanded, his voice rising with impatience.

"Fine, fine," your mother relented, her voice wavering slightly. "I will leave her alone," she promised, her tone resigned yet stubborn. "But know that I will never forgive her for what she did to this family. It's her fault that my friends look sideways at me these days and this circus she has caused is now ruining my career," she added, her voice crackling with resentment, but causing Cillian to chuckle.

"Well, none of this would have happened if your own husband hadn't gone to the press for a quick paycheque," Cillian pointed out, his voice cynical. "So don't blame Y/N for that," he admonished her.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Why would Frank do something like that?" she wondered aloud, her tone laced with confusion.

"Because he needed the money," Cillian told her. "Frank made some bad investment choices in the past and I bailed him out a few times because he is my brother," Cillian explained, his voice calm but matter-of-fact. "I stopped making the repayments on his loans a few months ago after a fight we had a few months ago, and I think that his financial situation is quite dire now. So, to make ends meet, he sold the story to the highest bidder," Cillian informed her, his voice heavy with sadness knowing that his very own brother had sold him out to the press and, as soon as your mother heard this, she hung up abruptly. Cillian stared at the phone in his hand, sighing deeply before returning his attention to you.

"What the fuck," you uttered under your breath, pressing your hands against your eyes as tears welled up in your eyes. "Frank did this?" you whimpered, shaking your head incredulously. "I just can't believe it. I thought it would have been your crazy ex who went to the press," you moaned, your voice choked with sobs.

"I am sorry, Y/N. I should have told you first, but I only found out about it this morning and I am still trying to come to terms with it," Cillian murmured, his eyes downcast with remorse. "I promise I will sort this shit out with my brother," he vowed, reaching out to cup your cheeks gently.

"It's okay, Cillian," you murmured weakly, your voice quivering with emotion. "There is nothing you can do except focus on getting us through this nightmare that seems to get worse every day," you added, averting your gaze as fresh tears spilled over your cheeks. "How did you even find out?" you asked, your voice still choked with sobs.

Cillian sighed deeply, his gaze locked onto yours. "My agent told me. He called in a favor with his source at OK! and was told that Frank was paid 15,000 pounds for the story," Cillian said, shaking his head. "It's not much," he added bitterly, "but it's enough to keep him going for a little while longer."

"Unbelievable," you murmured, shaking your head in disbelief just as another bound of contractions rocked your body.

"Ahh...," you groaned, doubling over in pain as the pain radiated through your abdomen and back as, this time around, these contractions felt different. They came faster and closer together, leaving you feeling overwhelmed and panicked.

"I think they are real this time, Cillian," you managed to utter between agonizing contractions. "I need to go to the hospital," you cried, clutching your stomach tightly as a fresh wave of pain coursed through your body and, as soon as you stood up, a gush of fluids soaked through your pants and onto the hardwood floor beneath you.

"Oh my God," you groaned, pressing your hands against your stomach as you felt the baby dropping lower into your pelvis. "I think my waters has broken," you whimpered, stumbling backward as another contraction took hold, leaving you gasping for air.

"Shit," Cillian cursed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he rushed to help you towards the door. 

To be continued...

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[dullgecko]

Freshman year Riz and Fig headcanons

Fig used to try to get Riz to sneak out every other night. And yes, Riz could most definitely sneak out unnoticed by his mom, but he’d end up telling her where he went, leaving a note and texting her updates. Much to Fig displeasure.

Fig was trying to get Riz to update his wardrobe and ended up taking him to (fantasy) Hot topic and Spencer’s. And she probably should have hist told him what is in the back instead of warning him and making it sound like it was some cool secret. In the end it just became a shopping trip for her.

(We don't have Spencer's in my country and I had to look it up and LOL ok adult toys)

Riz is an excellent rogue, if he wants to sneak out of somewhere you generally won't notice he's gone until it's too late. As it stands though Riz thinks his mom has /enough/ on her plate without having the added stress of her son disappearing and not knowing where he's gone so he leaves a note. It's then that he remembers she's on the late shift and he'll be back before she's home anyway and sends her a text as well.

His mom is fine with it, mostly because he points out Fig would go alone if he didn't tag along, and just asks him to be careful and stay safe. In the grand scheme of things going to a 24 hour mall in the middle of the night is by far one of the least dangerous things he's done this year.

So Riz let's Fig drag him out of the apartment in the middle of the night (out the window and down the fire escape because that's what you're supposed to do when sneaking out). He's only mildly annoyed about getting pulled away from what he was working on, but its not like she woke him up and maybe stepping away for an hour or two will refresh his mind a little bit.

Fig doesn't tell him where they're going at first, just pulling Riz along by the hand and trying to be 'stealthy' as they wind through streets and alleys until they get to the mall. The bard tutting when she notices Riz texting his mom to let them know where they'd gone before he shoved his crystal back in his pocket. "You know you're really ruining the whole 'rebelious teenagers sneaking out thing' by telling your mom right?" Fig teased, still practically dragging the goblin as she lead him across the carpark and into the store. "Yeah well, I don't want to be an article with the headline 'disappeared under mysterious circumstances'." Riz winced as he was pulled into the bright lights of the mall, eyes having adjusted to the darkness outside and taking a second to get used to his now well-lit surroundings. "What are we even doing here? I thought you were kidnapping me for like... midnight ice-cream or something." "Oo! Good idea for next time but no." Fig grinned stopping in front of one of the stores and gesturing at the entrance with a floruish. "Weeee are going to get you some better clothes." The rogue gave Fig a confused look, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the clothes displayed in the store window. "I don't think they're really..... I like my clothes? Whats wrong with my clothes?" "Well for starters, I've seen in your closet and you have zero casual wear." "I do too." "No, those are all button ups and suit-pants and before you argue one t-shirt and a pair of shorts doesnt count. I know those are your pajamas even though you never wear them, and everything else you own makes you look like a background extra in a movie set sixty years ago."

Riz just frowned at that, the bard rolling her eyes and dragging him into the store with her. Everything there certainly suited her style, he thought to himself, letting her shepherd him along and point out things she thought he might like. She was mostly grabbing things for herself though, holding them up against her front as she looked in one of the mirrors against the wall. "I don't think any of this stuff would really suit me Fig." Riz gave a pair of pants a very skeptical look, wondering why someone would pay that much for something that seemed to already be damaged. "Well, we're not leaving until you pick something.... stop looking at the price tags too. You're not buying it I am, as like... a friendship gift. We can get matching outfits."

That made Riz pause, pupils narrowing to slits as he thought hard about it. Friendship outfits would be nice, he liked Fig a lot and they were friends and this is a thing friends did. He heaved a sigh, letting Fig shuffle him along to another section of the store with no resistance this time.

"Ffffffine. Okay. But just like, a t-shirt or something. Something normal not like" Riz waved his hand at a shirt that looked like it had more holes than fabric, Fig nodding enthusiastically now that he finally agreed. "Awesome! Go pick something then, i'm going to go try these on. Just don't go in the rear section you wont like it."

It took Riz a while to find something he was okay with wearing, mostly because he thoroughly traumatised himself by doing exactly what Fig told him not to do the instant she went into the changing rooms. It wasnt his fault, she set up a mystery about the back of the store and he was bored. It was like dangling a carot in front of a horse.... a now sort of traumatised horse.

Either way, they left the store after a few hours. Figs arms overflowing with bags compared to Riz's single purchase, he hadnt gotten away with just a tshirt but Fig was pleased with herself because now he had a 'normal teenager outfit' to add to his closet (even if he was confused as to why his new pants had to be already ripped).

[gwen-pierce]

“Gwendolyn.”

Her father snapped at her as she pushed her fork around her plate, not really eating the food. There was nothing wrong with the meal but she wasn’t hungry and nothing really tasted good anyway. “Hm?” She mumbled, lifting her head from the pea she had been staring at to catch Gregory Pierce’s irritated gaze. Gwen hadn’t even wanted to come to dinner at her father’s but he had been insisting to do a “family” housewarming ever since he had moved Brooke in. London had given her the chance to delay the inevitable but she had been home for nearly a week now and had run out of excuses to avoid it. “Brooke asked if you went to the National History Museum while you were in London.” He said without hiding the irritation in his voice. “For the third time.” His gaze shot daggers at his daughter across the table and if it were any other day she might have apologized. Plastered on a smile and feigned interest in the conversation with the woman who was closer to a peer than a stepmother in age. Gwen didn’t have it in her, though. Not today, though, and probably not tomorrow or the next day.  “No.” Was all she said in reply, dropping her gaze back down to her plate and seemingly very interested in mixing her vegetables in with her mashed potatoes. “You’ve barely eaten anything.” Brooke noted with a frown, jumping to the conclusion that it had everything to do with her skills in the kitchen and nothing to do with the fact that the version of Gwen that sat at the table was a shallow husk of the woman who had left for London. “Can I fix you something else?” She added eagerly, looking to Greg for some sort of approval or praise. “No.” Gwen said again, this time her voice was a little softer. Looking up from her plate again she let her gaze move between her father’s steel gaze and Brooke’s hopeful one. She offered the latter a gentle smile as she mustered up all the strength she could to put on the vibrant mask they both were used to seeing from her. “I’m just not feeling well. Jet lag still and I think maybe I picked something up on the flight home.” Her answer turned her father’s expression from annoyed to concerned as his limited paternal instincts took over in a laughable attempt to help. “Should I get you some soup? Maybe call a doctor?” He looked at Brooke for assistance, as if the twenty something had a maternal bone in her body. Gwen immediately shook her head at both of them. “I just need some rest. Can we raincheck dessert?” Gwen asked with a mournful look on her face as if missing this meal was the worst thing to happen to her. It wasn’t a hard expression to conjure considering the weight in her chest. The real reason she felt like absolute shit. They both agreed and within the next half hour, Gwen was loaded into a car and on her way back to her own apartment. She pulled her phone out of her bag with every intention to mindlessly scroll Tik Tok until she got there so she wouldn’t think about it. About what happened in London. About him. By the time she made it to her apartment she had written out a simple text in their thread. I’m sorry I took off like I did. I miss you and I was wrong. I am yours. Call me. The words stared back up at her from the screen as her thumb hovered over the send button. The car stopped in front of her building and the driver rounded the vehicle to open the door for her. Quickly she wiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes and she deleted not only the text she had typed. Not just the thread either. She had gone to Nik’s contact and deleted it completely from her phone. Taking the driver’s hand, she got out of the car and made her way back up to her apartment before breaking down completely. 

[euno11a]

Can I have a Jungkook or Namjoon mafia x Fém Reader having smut for the first time please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 hopefully I’m not annoying. You are bothering you if I am I’m so sorry.

Ofc you’re not bothering me😊 this is my first time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings: Fingering, praise, big dick jungkook, dom! Jungkook, sub! Reader, honestly just him being a big sweetheart💕

18+ ONLY

It was another lonely night. Jungkook was working late as per usual, and it felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever. You knew what getting into a relationship with him would be like, lonely nights, hiding from society, your once normal life now full of violence. You sat on the couch in your living room, of course you felt grateful for everything he’d done for you! He gave you a place to live (with him), protection, anything you could’ve asked for. But it was all made of money. The penthouse, the clothes, the jewelry, everything. You couldn’t help but crave some sort of affection. Not something he would buy, you wanted him.

The night progressed slowly, still no sight of him. It was almost 1am and you started to get worried about his possible whereabouts. What if he was injured? What if he got caught? What if he was…dead? The thoughts got shut out of your mind as you heard the front door to your shared penthouse open and close. The heavy footsteps came closer to where you had been sitting in your living room. Jungkook. You stared at the man in front of you, he seemed different…blood was splattered on his once white button down shirt, a cut or two on his fists, he looked exhausted. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you sitting on the black, leather couch, still not in bed.

“Baby, why’re you still up?” He asked, coming closer to you, wiping the blood onto his pants. “You should be in bed, it’s late.”

You couldn’t help but move away from his touch. It wasn’t that you were scared, you wanted his touch…but it didn’t feel right. He’d been neglectful of you for so long, that now his touch felt foreign. “It’s pretty damn hard to go to bed when I have no clue where you are. I was worried about you. I called, texted, but I got nothing. I was scared you were injured! Or dead! You can’t just show up without talking to me for days and expect everything to be perfect!”

Jungkook stood there in shock, you’d been worried about him? You knew he could take care of himself, so why worry? “You know me. I’m fine, just a few little cuts. Nothing to worry about, baby.”

He went to go give you a kiss, but you swerved again. That just added to his confusion. You stood up, pushing past him, mumbling about heading to bed. Leaving Jungkook standing still in the living room. He walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, you were already in bed, pjs on and ready to sleep.

“I’m gonna go shower, care to join?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before, like that one time he “accidentally” walked in on you changing, oh, and the same for when you showered! But he had to brush his teeth…dumb reasoning. But you just shook your head and turned onto your side. Jungkook let out a small sigh, walking away into the bathroom. When he finished showering, he walked out, back into your shared bedroom. A towel wrapped around his neck, catching the drips of stray water from his hair. You were still awake, surprisingly, on your phone flipping through social media. He crawled into bed beside you, trying to wrap his arm around your waist, but you shuffled away. This only confused him more.

“Baby? Why won’t you let me touch you?” Jungkook asked as he sat up and looked towards you.

“I just don’t feel like being touched right now. That’s all.” You were a bad liar, you both knew it. You felt strong arms being wrapped around you, positioning you now in his lap. You felt blush rise to your cheeks, feeling his semi-hard dick under you. You felt as if you couldn’t concentrate, you weren’t a virgin by any means, but it was the first time you’d felt him.

“Don’t lie to me, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.” He held your hips and gently made them move over his hard-on. This made you whine a little bit, feeling yourself become wet from just a little friction.

“N-nothing, I promise…” He guided your hips again, a little rougher this time.

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Jungkook asked once more, voice becoming deeper and slightly more stern.

You couldn’t help but whine again, the feeling was something you hadn’t felt before. None of your boyfriends before had made you this wet from just some small actions. “You…you’ve been busy. Like, so busy that you never have time for me anymore. I have to fall asleep without you, wake up without you, constantly worry that you’re dead somewhere…I miss you. But you don’t seem to miss me.”

Jungkook loosened his grip on you hips a little, his brown eyes staring into yours. “ Why didn’t you talk to me sooner, baby? Of course I miss you, I’ve just been busy with work. I…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know you’re busy…just forget I said anything, please.” You tried to get out of his lap, but he flipped you onto your back, caging you in with his arms and legs on either side of your body. “Wha-?”

“Let me show you how sorry I am. Please.” He asked softly as he kissed your neck gently, his hand trailing down lower and lower.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt his warm hands slip into your pj pants, into your panties and the place you wanted him most. He gently began to rub your clit, small circular motions, looking at your face to make sure that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Once he saw that you had no intention of stopping him, he lost the hesitation and became more confident with his actions. His fingers rubbing your pussy, feeling how wet you were getting by the moment, his lips attached to your neck as he sucked love marks into your soft skin. You couldn’t help but moan as you were overwhelmed with all of these sudden feelings.

“That feel good, baby? Want me to speed up?” He asked in a low and sultry voice as he gave you a teasing smirk.

You could only muster a nod, grinding your hips to meet his fingers as they touched you. He chuckled, shaking his head and kissing your jaw, “I need words, baby. Be my good girl and tell me what you want.”

“Y-your f-fingers…please…” you begged, not being able to hold back your moans. He smiled against your skin, removing his hand from your pants. You whined at the loss of contact.

“It’s okay, pretty girl, I’m just gonna undress you, okay?” His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, you gave him the go ahead and he pulled your shirt over your head. He stopped for a moment, mouth slightly ajar, admiring the beauty he had in front of him. “You’re so gorgeous…all my girl. My baby.” His tone sounded possessive.

You whimpered as he finished undressing you, throwing your clothes somewhere into the room. He took your legs and placed them on either sides of his thighs, spreading you out, putting your pussy on display for him. You could see a light blush on his face, caressing your thighs, looking at how beautiful you were. How you were his. He leaned down and kissed your lips. His soft lips met yours, making you feel like heaven. His fingers gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to his fingers. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you a moaning and begging mess.

“Baby…m’gonna….”

“Cum for me, baby girl. Let go.” He ordered, fingering you fast, hitting your g-spot every time. Using his thumb to rub your clit, he pumps his fingers into you at a merciless pace, making you cum. Jungkook helps you ride out your high, quickly sliding out of his own pants. He grabs your hips, guiding you back over his now completely hard dick. Grabbing his cock, he slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your juices. He pushes his tip in, slowly sinking himself fully into your pussy. You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock. He leans back onto the bed, pulling you with him, he grabs a handful of your ass and fucks himself up into you. The feeling being so new to you, had you screaming out his name, begging for more. You could hear his groans and grunts, only making you wetter and wetter.

“You like that, don’t you? Tell me, baby, do you like having my cock in your tight pussy? Like being fucked so good?” He asked as he kept rutting into you, not slowing down for a moment.

“Mmhmmm….f-feels so g-good…love your cock…” you whimpered out, wrapping your arms around his neck, moaning into his shoulder. After a few more thrusts, it had you both reaching your end.

“Be a good girl and cum with me…” He grunted, trying to reach the tip of his climax, fucking you faster and harder. You nodded your head, he lowered his hand to rub quickly at your clit, making sure you felt as much pleasure as you could.

“Can’t…gonna cum…!” You moaned out, feeling your walls clench around him.

“Cum for me, baby.” Jungkook moaned as he fucked you faster, making you both reach your climax. After riding it out, he carefully slid out of you, going to get a warm cloth to clean you up.

That was what you needed. Not jewelry, clothes or a new house. You needed him. His love. His affection. “I’m sorry for being so neglectful, baby. I’ve been so busy with work I-”

You cut him off with a soft kiss to his lips, caressing his face with your hands. “There’s no need to apologize, Kook. I understand, truly, but I just need you. That’s it. You’re all I’d ever need.”

“Well that’s good, because you’re never getting rid of me.”

[jojomiwbvb6]

Hedonist - Part 2

Author Note: Okay. More than 3 parts, probably.

Part 1

Warnings: marijuana usage, mentions of smut

The only thought ringing through your mind the past two days was Noah. Each brain cell looped his image into your mind over and over. His voice, his hair, his eyes, his tattoos. His smirk, his muscles, his scent… Nonstop, ever since class a few days ago. 

Your 8 AM alarm blared from your phone on your nightstand beside your bed. Light was shining through the curtains in the dark room of your small apartment that you were lucky enough to snatch in the city. You grabbed your phone with dim eyes, blinking while looking at the bright light of your screen. You dismissed the annoying alarm, yawning as you sat up.

Floods of thoughts about Noah come rushing back, and you smile to yourself anxiously and bite your lip.

Today I will get to see Noah in class, you thought to yourself.

You got up from your bed’s comforting embrace, slipping on your slides and walking to the bathroom for your morning routine.

Once you step from the bathroom, you eye your phone again. Noah hadn’t texted you at all, and you never texted him. You were nervous. What would you even say? 

Responses to this question immediately swarmed your mind, most of them with a similar tone. Hey, you’re super fine and we should fuck. Respectfully.

You smacked yourself lightly on the head, shaking the fantasy away from you. Of course, you’d never actually send that. No need to be even more frustrated than you needed to be when you would see him, and you’d just die of embarrassment. 

You pulled on your clothes, comfy and warm for this time of year, and laced up your Docs. You pulled up your hair and added light makeup and a bit of your favorite perfume. You hoped Noah would like the way you looked today.

Before you left the house, you took a hit off of your dab pen and began to pack up your school equipment. You slipped your laptop into your bag, and wrapped up all of your wires, tucking them into a slotted area. You thought you had everything. 

Just to be sure, you took a double-take. Looking in the wires, you noticed you had one missing. Your MIDI cable.

“What the hell?” You said, questioning yourself. You looked in the bag, in all areas. You looked on the ground. You mumbled angrily to yourself, wondering where the hell it went. You tore apart your work station. You crawled on the ground on your hands and knees, searching the floor and bumping your head on the underside of the desk when you tried to stand back up.

You cursed, rubbing your head where you’d hit it. “What the actual fuck? Where the fuck did it go?” You stared blankly at the wall, hitting the pen again. As you exhaled, you remembered.

Noah had it. He hadn’t given it back to you after class. 

Your stomach flipped at the idea that you would have to interact with him again. Looking down at your phone, you opened up Noah’s contact information, pressing the ‘new message’ button. You stared at your phone nervously, butterflies making you feel nearly sick.

You sat down on your bed. You exhaled nervously, typing slowly. 

Hey Noah, it’s Y/N. I forgot that you have my MIDI Cable. Is it okay that I get that back from you in class today?

You exhaled roughly, sighing as your finger hovered over send. The text really wasn’t that big of a deal and you should have sent it. But instead, your stomach flip flopped and you over-thought it. Why text him when it could be something you said in person? Would that be too nerve-wracking as well? After debating it for far too long and hesitating, you pressed backspace until all of the message was erased and you locked your phone. 

Sighing again, you stood up and zipped up your bag. You grabbed your keys, jacket, and bag, locking the door and leaving the house to head to class.

–

Thankfully, you reached your classroom early, saving you from your professor’s reprimands of the last class. You avoided looking to where Noah would be the entire morning, hoping you didn’t look as interested as you were. 

The professor drawled on about his usual morning announcements, but you barely listened as you got your station ready. 

“Now that we know what everyone needs to know, it is time to take attendance.” The professor walked behind his desk, reaching for his planner and attendance sheet. He called out several names, while you eyeballed the hot coffee you purchased on the drive here. 

“Y/N,” the professor called out. 

“Here,” you said drowsily, sipping your coffee and looking back down at your computer. 

“Noah,” he continued, but this time there was a pause. You looked up from your screen to see your professor screw his face into a frown and mark Noah off the page. “Tardy.” 

Sure enough, you looked up finally towards his desk and he wasn’t there. Your heart dropped at the thought of not seeing him. I mean, you only saw him once so far, was he going to come back? He said he was in a band, what if he went on tour? After only seeing him one day? You felt like you could pass out. 

Girl, chill. You’re over-reacting. You thought to yourself. 

Your professor set down his sheet and began his lecture. He cleared his throat. “Okay, people. Today we will be linking MIDI with Pro Tools.” 

As if this day couldn’t get any worse. If we were starting MIDI today, that meant you needed your cable. And Noah… he wasn’t here. You had to text him now. 

You began to disassociate while you silently panicked. You thought about it and thought about it until it didn’t feel like a thought anymore. The professor just continued on with his lecture.

Suddenly, the loud door latch squeaked as it was opened quickly. The professor halted speaking immediately as everyone in the room stared at the door to see who the interruptor was. 

Standing tall in the dimmed light and hair cascading loosely around his hoodie, Noah walked in and shut the door. He handed a note to the professor, speaking to him. “I’m sorry, something came up with band business and the label, I was called away.” 

The professor frowned, but nodded, understanding. He gestured to his seat, beckoning Noah to sit, instructing him of what we were learning today and what he required.

Your eyes sparkled as you saw him turn to go back up to his seat. He looked up at you for the first time this morning, and smiled. Noah gave you a quick acknowledging nod and sat down, getting his notes ready. 

Your stomach did a backflip. You sipped your coffee and tried to pay attention in class. You took your notes and so did Noah. 

“Alright, guys. You know what to do. Get ready to set up and ask for help if you need it.” After this statement, your professor sat back down with a sigh. 

With your MIDI keyboard and extensions and your laptop surrounding you, all you needed now was your MIDI cable to make all of that come to life. It was a simple question really, but you were terrified. You looked up at Noah through your eyelashes, biting your lip. He was setting up his equipment. 

Deciding that you had to use your cable whether you liked it or not, you worked yourself up to go over to him. Slowly, you stood and moved around your chair, walking with zero confidence over to Noah. 

You breathed heavily through your nose out of nervousness, and cleared your throat. Noah noticed your presence almost immediately, like he had some sort of Y/N radar. He turned to you so smoothly, fresh cologne consuming the air, daring to take you out right then and there. Noah shot you another shy smile. “Hello, Y/N. What’s up, angel?” he spoke, his voice like liquid gold. 

“H-hi,” You stuttered out. You mentally cursed yourself. Come on, Y/N. You can’t even speak?

“I was wondering if maybe you had my MIDI cable?” You managed.

He looked at you for a moment, but then realized. “Oh, my god, I’m sorry, angel. I completely forgot I had it.” You melted at his pet name.

“That’s okay,” you said. 

He rummaged in his bag. Pulling out your cable, he handed it to you. Your hands brushed together, and you caught your breath as you took it. “Thank you, Noah,” you say. 

“Thank you for letting me use it, angel.” He gives you a pert smile. As you turn back to your desk, you roll your eyes in the back of your head and bite your lip before you get back to your seat. 

“Angel,” his pet name echoed in your head. Christ. 

You begin your work, focusing. You try not to look at Noah nearly as much as your previous class. 

You’re messing with your keyboard when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You quickly pull it out, expecting it to simply be some stupid spam notification. As your screen lights up and you drag down the notification bar, you squeal when you see the name on your screen. Text Message from: Noah Sebastian.

[nerdforestgirl]

Note: A story? Not on May 24th or my birthday? Wild. Enjoy. Set During The Long Distance Dissonance.

Sheldon hung up the phone, and had a smile on his face. He had just called Larry Fowler to get his permission to ask Amy to marry him. He thought the tradition was silly, but he also knew that it would make Amy happy to know that he asked. Amy liked weird old timey stuff like that. It was worth the few minutes to call. Particularly because Mr. Fowler had been all too pleased to give the asked for permission.

Now Sheldon was just at the airport waiting for his flight to take off. He wished he could call his own dad. He always wanted to include his father in big moments. Then Sheldon thought of someone else he wanted to talk to. He pulled out his phone.

Knock Knock he wrote into the text chat. It was a version of the old code they had in their bedrooms as kids. He wanted to make sure she was available to talk instead of just calling. She must be, because a photo of her and her son appeared on his screen as an incoming Facetime call almost immediately.

“Hello, Missy,” Sheldon said into his phone after he answered it.

“What do you want, nerd?” Missy replied.

A little bit of a smile fell across Sheldon's lips at her insult of affection. She was the only person other than perhaps Leonard who could make him smile with teasing.

“I am at the airport. I am going to New Jersey to ask Amy to marry me,” Sheldon told his sister.

“Whoa. Big. Did you tell Mom? She's going to be thrilled.”

Sheldon wondered why he didn't call his mother or Meemaw first. Then he realized that his mother and grandmother would be supportive, but they wouldn't necessarily be honest. He wanted to know if this was a mistake. Not Amy. Amy could never be a mistake. But maybe he was moving too fast. He had only been with her for seven years after all.

“No. I will wait to talk to Mom after Amy agrees,” Sheldon admitted. “Do you think I'm doing the right thing?” he added more quietly.

“Other than the fact that you should've done this years ago, of course,” Missy said. Everyone else always assumed that Sheldon would end up alone, but even when the twins were teenagers, Missy had a feeling that Sheldon would find someone for him. He might be annoying and weird, but there was a charm to Sheldon that Missy could see. The right people always loved him.

“You never regret getting married?” Sheldon asked. He could only have asked this question to his sister. Of course she could tease him for asking, but she never truly judged him. He didn't believe that they had any extra connection from sharing a womb, but she did get him in a way that no one else did. Maybe it was all of those late night talks when they shared a bedroom as kids.

“Oh. I absolutely do, but my husband is an idiot. But you will be the idiot if you don't marry her. It's obvious that you love her,” Missy said.

“How do you know? You have never even met her,” Sheldon reminded her.

“Whose fault is that? You never bring her to come see me. Not even when you've come back to see Mom. And I have eyes and ears. I've seen the way you talk about her. Everyone knows you love her. You even stood up to Meemaw for her. Mom wanted to print the invitations to your wedding then.”

Sheldon appreciated the reminder that he love for Amy was so clear. Not just to himself, but to everyone around him too. Sheldon knew that his sister would never steer him wrong. Not with something this important.

Then Sheldon heard the announcement that his flight was boarding. He knew he should hang up and get on the flight. He didn't want to miss this flight for anything.

“I have to get on my plane, but thanks for taking to me,” he told his sister.

“No problem. Let me know when she says yes,” Missy said.

Sheldon nodded and pressed the button to hang up the call. More than even Stephen Hawking, talking to his sister made him feel like this was definitely the right decision.

[dereliction-if]

How many choices per scene are too many? 😅☠️

Fictional example:

[1] Variation of choices, e.g. 3 choices for a specific reaction: - I am angry - I am happy - I am sad [2] Number of choices (independent from Variation of choices), e.g. Prologue lets you make overall 10/20/50 choices

Comment: I personally think it just has to fit the scene, but I see - stories that have pages with little text and a choice on every page - stories with long text passages on a page and a choice on every page - stories that have choices only every few pages. Each page can be short or long though... (I am not speaking of the "Next" button at the bottom ^^)

Yk sometimes it feels like there could be more choices and sometimes it seems like a choice has been added just for the sake of adding a choice 😂

Let's see how much I can annoy or frustrate you... 💁🏻‍♀️

In reference to [2] number of choices...