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How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

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Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

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Me when there’s no fics being uploaded for any current hyperfixation I have

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Character moodboard 🧪

AKA ZAUN’S MONSTER🧪

✧ pairing : Viktor x reader

coming soon..

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Hard feelings - Part 2

Character moodboard ✦ last part

✧ pairing : Kim Yong-san x reader

✧ warning(s) : angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, spoilers, kissing, making out, bothering man, minor character insert.

✧ summary : You are a very popular CEO in Korea. You are known for making every business you own flourish beautifully, earning the laudatory title of Ms.CEO in your field. You work at Sandbox and often see different start ups entering then leaving the building, but one day, one meeting will bring new feelings and make you remember the consequences of your actions.

✧ words : 4.0k

✧ a/n : bye bye amricans

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The failed aftermath of the rather unexpected test didn’t degrade too much Samsan Tech’s reputation. Fortunely, after the event, both you and Alex had your eyes on this company which caused a significant difference to approve the official integration of the team into Sandbox.

You hum softly as you make your way to your work building. You were incredibly relieved that Yong-san’s team made it, an out of character experience that you still try to understand.

You wonder why you are so happy today. Is it the pleasing sunny morning, the gorgeous sakura petals on the floor making an inviting pathway, or Yong-san’s pretty smile engraved into your heart since you saw his reaction when he learnt that he was accepted into Sandbox?

You smile unwillingly while walking up the stairs, but suddenly you are interrupted by a voice behind you calling your name “Ms.Y/ln !”. You turn around, quite annoyed by the shouts causing a scene as you notice everyone launching curious gaze at your frame and the mysterious voice.

You finally take a look at the person behind the voice and you are horrified to realise it is one of those man obsessing over you.

Mr.Yang tried countless time to court you, without success of course. He condescendingly thinks that because he is a wealthy CEO, he is worthy of you. How foolish of him.

His attitude is despicably haughty and most of all, he is incredibly boring. Having a simple conversation with him feels like running a marathon for all the wrong reasons.

You rejected him more times than necessary but he always manage to run into you. Whether it is during events, or like right now, even outside of them.

Your upper lip raises in disgust and apprehension as the man runs up the stairs with a smile all too big. “Hello ! It’s a pleasure to see you” He stands before you, his fake white teeth blinding you as the sun reflects on them. “Can’t say the pleasure’s mine..” You answer coldly, trying to get him off as soon as possible.

He ignores your tone, as he did with your rejections, and smiles again “I need to have a talk with one of the investor here and I thought it was the perfect occasion to see you. Would you like to have a walk with me ?”. “I’m busy.” You look away carelessly but hope inside that someone will rescue you from this weirdo.

“Come onnn~ It’ll be quick !” He nudges your arm and you back up uncomfortably. “Ugh, I already told you I wasn’t interested what more do you want ?” You slowly but surely lose your patience as time pass by. He may not be the one for you but he surely is the only one that can make you feel anger in such a short amount of time.

“Well, as long as you don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t see why I shouldn’t persist.” He winks at you. He is still young but prefers being a creep to a girl who isn’t interested in him rather than find someone else. Men are always such interesting creature, you thought. “I do have one !” You immediately retort without thinking.

He laughs blatantly at your obvious lie attempt. “Oh yeah where is he then ?” He snorts and bites his lower lip to hold his laughter with teary eyes. You boil inside at the humiliation. How dare he laugh at your face.

“Here.” You feel a hand wrap around your waist while the low voice echoes into your ears. You eyes shot open “Yong-san ?” You ask rhetorically in a quiet voice, as if his proximity drained all your forces.

“Is that..” Mr.Yang questions almost unbelievably. “Her boyfriend, you’re right. Don’t approach my girl ever again unless you have a death wish you creep.” Yong-san’s eyes are fierce and cold, and his voice is a few octaves lower as to intimidate Mr.Yang.

Your stomach flutters as you hear him say those word. Even if you know that they are fake, you can’t help but react to him calling you his girl. Furthermore, his angry tone and the sole fact that he defends you is enough to make your body heat increase.

“That’s not possible. I would have known if she had one. I know her by heart and you’re not her boyfriend. I don’t even know you, who even are you ?” As usual, he denies the facts stated before him.

Daring his assumptions, Yong-san draws you closer to him and looks down at you. Despite his displayed assurance, you can discern agitation and hesitance through his gaze only visible to you.

He tilts his head and lowers his eyelids experimentally. Unlike him, you may show fear but inside, a raging passion burns inside you. You decide to follow his idea and help him make an undeniable evidence.

You crash your lips against his and he tries his best to not react to prove that it is a common occurrence, even if he can feel his heartbeat ringing into his ears. Your lips are so warm and soft, like an irresistible invitation. If you two weren’t in public he would let you guide him deeper into your oceans like a vicious siren. Your lips intoxicate his, controlling his every thoughts, every sounds, even your taste that now lingers onto his lips.

You break the kiss first. You distinguish Yong-san’s dilated pupils and grin. The poor boy licks his lips that have gone dry because of the stress, or was it solely an excuse to taste you ?

You smile brightly at Mr.Yang “Hopefully you’ll understand now.”. You make your way towards the entrance of the building while Yong-san follows you on auto pilot.

When you are away from Mr.Yang invasive eyes, you check on Yong-san who has been really quiet since your sudden connection. You wonder if you did something wrong, perhaps he was not intending to kiss you ? You beg for it not to be the case. You wouldn’t survive at such embarrassment.

A few metres away, sipping on a vanilla ice latte, Sa-ha, Chul-san and Do-san are sat at one of the coffee stand’s tables. “Hm ? Is that Yong-San with Ms.CEO ?” Chul-san squints his eyes, not believing the sight before him.

“What ? He swore he hated her, that’s impossible.” Do-san turns his head in the same direction as his friend. “Dude he’s literally holding her waist.” The latter continues overwhelmed by the situation. “That prick..” Chul-san angrily sips on the last drops of his coffee, making an insufferable sound.

“Stop gossiping..” Sa-ha side eyes the two boys with a judging stare. Both of them lower their head and advert their eyes to avoid reacting to the scene any further. “..Without me.. Anyways, do you think they’re secret dating ?”.

“Are you okay ?” You start off, apprehensively looking at Yong-san. “I should be the one saying that.” He attempts to hide his shaky exhales. “Are you sure ? Because between you and I, you’re the one shaking like a leaf.” You refer to his hand remaining firmly pressed against your back. No matter his strong hold, you still feel the shaky motions of his hand.

As if he suddenly remembers the contact between the two of you, he takes back his hand abruptly like you were boiling water. You can’t help but be disappointed at the sudden loss of warmth, irrationally expecting it to last longer.

“Sorry.” “I didn’t mind.” You retort back boldly, hoping he would get your hint.

“Thank you for what you did, I really appreciated it.” You thank him for his brave behaviour. “It’s nothing.” The poor man answers, avoiding your enticing gaze like pest.

“You look stunned, have you never kissed a woman before ?” You chuckle, trying to lighten up the awkward mood that has settled. His cheeks slightly flushes a light salmon and he looks away even more embarrassed than before if it is even possible.

You quickly understand that he, in fact, hasn’t. Probably one of the requirements to become a programmer. Your mouth opens agape at your mistake “I mean it’s fine ! No need to rush right ? I was only joking.” You hurry to explain, chuckling uneasy.

You finally separate after he decides to make his escape when he spots his coworker already observing him.

You frown and pout, deep in thoughts. Have you messed up ? No matter what, you confirm one thing for sure, you need him. Badly. You giggle like a high school girl, heading towards your office.

When you are finally out of sight, Yong-san breathes out some air he didn’t he was holding. He cautiously traces where your lips lingered on his plump one. He recalls memories of your shared kiss along with sensations he shouldn’t feel. Not towards you. His sworn enemy.

The only reason he followed his friends’ wish of entering this oppressive and unfair competition is because of the mess that had been weighting on him for a too long amount of time now.

The responsibility for the tragic death of his brother has a culprit. One he had found after asking around how his older brother did during his company presentation and people looked in between them awkwardly. He learnt all about your heartless remarks, cold critics and radical ways back then.

He guessed that no one could handle such harsh words hence why his brother decided to take away his own life so miserably and unexpectedly.

The fact that it was coming from you hurts him even more now that he knows how sweet and likeable you can be. The first time he approached you, a raging fire ignited inside him at your sight. Yet now, this same fire burns with a wrong passion he wishes he could extinguish.

He doesn’t even feel like he deserves to mourn his own brother anymore. Not as long as he experience these foreign feelings towards you.

You on the other hand, is completely oblivious of his grudge towards you. You’ve got plenty of enemies already. Whether it is intrusive journalists, CEOs in competition with you or even all the guys who couldn’t handle being rejected. But you would never imagine Yong-san being on the list, no. Not after tasting his sweet lips and certainly not after feeling his gentle touch.

During rest of the day, your fuzzy mind is clouded with thoughts of different nature, a heterogeneous mix between worry and excitement. Your brain keeps torturing you with the reminder of your shared kiss with Yong-san making any task impossible.

“Do you prefer the meeting with Vial Inc. to be Monday or Tuesday ?” You don’t know, matter of fact you don’t care. Then, your eyes blur and suddenly the only think you can remember is his smile, so lovely and charming.

“Ms.Y/ln, you look stunning in this dress !” If only Yong-san was the one complimenting you instead of awkwardly avoiding you.

“Ms.Y/ln have you finished reading the emails I sent you ?” No you didn’t, you kept zoning out while looking at your screen.

And the list is unfortunately and pathetically long. While he is purposely hiding from you, you on the other hand, couldn’t stop thinking about him. His tall frame haunting your futile attempts at any reasoning.

Little did you know, that he is suffering from the same condition. His program isn’t working. All because of the mistakes he keeps making from his lack of concentration. Truth be told, he is distracted and apparently the cause of his distraction is a common knowledge.

“Yong-san, the code you sent me doesn’t work. Again. Can you stop thinking about your girlfriend for a while and fix it ? Thanks dude appreciate it.” Chul-san openly teases him. After all, it is the third time that his program was unresponsive.

The mocked programmer snaps his head at his friend “I already told you we weren’t together. We’re not even friend.” He snarls, fed up from the incessant comments and his faulty coding.

The two programmers look at their irritated friend in confusion. It isn’t like Yong-san to be annoyed, he is mainly the calmest one in their friend group. So, seeing him this offended surely hides something, they’re sure of it.

At the same time, Ji-pyeong nudges you to accompany him to visit Samsan Tech. “Please I can’t face her alone..” The man protests. “Ji-Pyeong you’re a grown ass man I swear you’ll be fine. Leave me out of it.” You grumble. Even if your heart aches to take even a glimpse of the man you adore, your rational brain thinks it’s to soon to face him.

“Why won’t you go with me ? It’s like you’re avoiding someone.” You didn’t tell Ji-pyeong about your kiss, deciding that it wasn’t necessary. Yet, you feel obliged to explain yourself now. “Ji-pyeong, I kissed him. He kissed me to save me from a creep. That’s why I don’t wanna go. Because it’s awkward in between us now.” You finally reveal to him, embarrassment evidently present in your tone.

The older man stays still for a moment, stunned at the bomb you just dropped upon him. “Do you.. Like him ?” He seriously asks. “I think so ?” You whisper, almost as if you were ashamed of you own feelings.

The man before you nods, acknowledging your response. “Then you should definitely come with me. You can’t ignore him forever.” He proposes.

You are scared but nevertheless you trust his judgment. That is why you finally accept and head to Samsan Tech office alongside him.

Ji-pyeong knocks on the white door and you huff out some air out of your mouth before entering.

Dal-my gets up upon hearing the muffled sound. “Ah ! It must be Ji-pyeong and Ms.Y/ln.” She announces, eager at your arrival. Yong-san’s eyes shot open “What ?” He cries out.

Both of his friend worriedly turn their head in direction of their anxious friend, equally as stupefied as the latter.

Ji-pyeong enters the spacious room and you follow him close by like a duckling would with its mom. “Hello everyone ! Sorry to interrupt, we just wanted to see how you were doing.” Your friend uses his charismatic voice just like how he does with investors. You internally snort at the brave act he puts on.

“We’re doing pretty great. Thank you once again for rooting for us.” The charming girl answers sincerely. You like her, she is very polite and authentic. You wouldn’t mind her being with your dear long-standing friend.

Since you’ve entered the place, Yong-San couldn’t keep it together. His gaze was burning, itching to take even a small glimpse of you. He hates it.

“No worries, Y/n and I are very interested by your team.” You glare at the man standing by your side. Of course he would include you too, if he was the only one supporting the team, it would have been suspicious and his little crush would have been exposed. That sneaky man.

“In fact if you have any questions or in need of assistance please contact us.” He adds with a sweet smile. He may do anything for love but you were a busy woman. You don’t really want to bother helping them, plus it would be pretty unfair to the other teams.

“Thank you but I don’t want to disturb you or Ms.Y/ln though..” You head perks at the use of your last name. “Oh please call me Y/n, my surname is reserved for old men only.” You half-joke.

Yong-san hears what could be a reference to the prior event and he finally gather the courage to look at you since you’ve entered the place.

Meanwhile, you notice a dark-haired head raising and you take this opportunity to look into his direction.

Your eyes immediately connect with one another and both of your breaths pause at the same time, hearts pounding in sync. The world around you stops spinning for a moment. It is only you and him.

Your eyelids lower as you resist the urge to kiss him right here and there. As for him, he swallows his thirst for you. Your lips, your pretty eyes, your touch. He craves everything about you, yet he tries his hardest to control it and overlook it for a stronger taste of revenge.

You wish to be close to him, to hold him and to be held. You thought for the longest time love closed its doors for you after deceptions coming after another. However this complete stranger appeared in your life out of nowhere and managed to make you fall for him harder and faster than anyone who had ever tried to before.

“Y/n do you agree ?” Ji-pyeong demands. “Wha- hm yes of course.” You improvise confidently despite not hearing any of it, too lost dreaming about the man before you.

“Do you even know what we’re talking about ?” Chul-san scoffs under his breath with a hand hiding the words that came out of his mouth. You look away, feeling called out.

“Do you ? Probably not, you were too busy admiring her.” The imposing woman, Sa-ha retorts back at him. You nod thankfully at the woman with a sophisticated and stylish presence.

Yong-san jerks in head in the direction of his friend, but is he really ? This low traitor.. Criticising him for simply touching your waist but in reality admiring you behind his back. He thinks of it lightly despite the pinch tugging at his heart.

How dare he contemplate his girl ?

The nickname he used to name you appeared in his mind spontaneously which causes his eyes to open slightly in shock. He is quick to mask it as to not rise unsolicited questions.

His girl. The sweet yet possessive calling to appoint you is not to be taken lightly. The sole fact that it came impulsively is worrisome enough.

The rest of the conversation goes by smoothly despite you and your cherished programmer locking eyes from times to times, gazing longingly at each other. It is pretty obvious to decipher, and you think anyone would be able to notice the tension and attraction between you two.

You take your leave a few minutes later with your friend, way less confused than before as you cleared up and sorted your thoughts. You made up your mind officially. Despite not talking to him, you understood. You like him. A lot.

Hours passed, it is now almost 8pm. The sun has started to fall down as its light has dimmed, turning the skin to an almost dark blue colour. As of now, you are torn between finishing the design of your new cosmetic brand project or visiting Samsan Tech to have a real conversation with Yong-san.

“Y/n what’s wrong ? You’ve been shifting in your seat for the past 10 minutes.” You secretary, who is also a dear friend, calls you out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Min-ji..” You deny. “Don’t tell me it’s about that one guy again please.” She whines dramatically.

You grumble exaggeratedly and take your leave, feigning exasperation. In reality, it’s only an excuse to get to a certain office you’ve been thinking about for, in fact, the past 10 minutes.

You don’t even know if he is going to be here, after all it’s getting pretty late and most of the workers have gone home since the computers’ clock displayed 18:00.

You head towards the room without great convictions to not get your hopes too high up.

Once arrived in front of the door, you decide to open it without even bothering knocking. Surely because of all the pressure boiling inside the pit of your stomach making you forget your common sense. Also, you’ll immediately know if the person you’re looking for is here or not.

You enter the dark room, all lights are shut down. Only the large windows give lights, making a print of gold pattern on the parquet coming from the streetlights.

When suddenly, you knock into someone making their way to the exit. All alone, is Yong-san, who stayed late to assure the save of their project’s backup.

You look up only to meet his shaken expression. “What are you doing here ?” He utters, confusion laced into his deep voice. “I wanted to talk to you.” You respond while doing doe eyes unwillingly.

His respiration speeds up at your soft tone and close face. Indeed, since you bumped into each other, none of you stepped back to give the other space. You chest are almost touching and you can feel his warm breath tickling your nose.

You fall ever harder for him when his gorgeous foxy eyes are so close to yours that you can admire his chocolate irises. As for him, he shamelessly takes his time to contemplate your pretty dolly lashes that he wishes he could kiss tenderly every night before going to bed.

Yong-san is fighting an internal battle, a battle he knows he already lost. Despite his constant struggles, he is unfortunately aware that he adores you. He is aware of it since he always feel this warm feeling spreading all over his chest with the simple act of thinking or looking at you.

It may be because of the closeness making you lightheaded or the tiredness from this long day of work, but you suddenly step back with a new found confidence, closing the door behind you all while maintaining intense eye contact with him.

His breath trembles, betraying his thrilling agony. He wonders how you manage to make him lose his mind with a mere blink of an eyelash.

A crease forms on his forehead as he knits his dark eyebrows together. He may look stern but the sweat forming on his palms give away his uneasiness. After all, being all alone with you is enough to make him melt on the spot.

You slowly but surely advance towards him, badly needing his lips on yours.

Once only a few centimetres apart, you wish him to know that he is able to decline. “Please stop me.” You cry out, eyebrows furrowing in desire, desperate for his affection.

“Fuck I should be the one saying that..” He says angrily, boiling internally from both madness and craving, before rushing to your lips.

His slender hands rest on your cheeks, skilfully curving your head in an angle that allows his tongue to enter deeper. The former inexperienced programmer now makes out with you with an unexpected assurance that makes you squirm in pleasure.

You exhale in the kiss while grabbing a fist of his hair to get a hold of reality. You allow your mind to lose itself in the wave of emotions crashing upon you.

His tongue fiercely finds yours in a exchange mixing want and anger. Translating the latter emotion, his arms lowers, instead grabbing your waist firmly. He pushes you backwards and savagely crashes your body against the wall all while fervently kissing you. You react by holding tighter his roots, an action to which he groans in response.

Your heads are dizzy, disoriented. The only thing you can think about is how much passion is being put into that kiss.

You part away a moment to catch your breath. His chest heaves and his cheeks are painted a slight pink flush you cannot help but be prideful about. He rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. Meanwhile your lips are glossy from your shared spit, reflecting the weak ambient light.

You dare to look up at him, biting your plump lips. He opens his eyes softly and meet yours.

You cannot help but giggle like a teenager who just kissed his hallway crush. He soon follows you with a boyish grin and a heartfelt laugh resonating in his torso, immediately forgetting his resentment.

After a few shared honeyed kisses, you decide to end the day. He offers you his big hand which you gladly accept and follow him into the elevator.

Once the doors are closed, he asks out of nowhere “Y/n you have a dog, right ? Could I borrow it ?”.

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── .✦ F1

✧ Max Verstappen

Automn nights ༄ ‧₊˚

── .✦ HEARTBREAK HIGH

✧ Cash

Sweet girl 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ - Part 1

Sweet girl 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ - Part 2

── .✦ KINGDOM

✧ Yeong Shin

In the middle of the night 🌾🌑🌊

── .✦ LAW SCHOOL

✧ Seo Ji-ho

Arrogant and annoying 📚⚖️💻

── .✦ START UP

✧ Kim Yong-san

Hard feelings - Part 1

Hard feelings - Part 2

── .✦ STREET WOMAN FIGHTER

✧ Chocol

Jealousy

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Hard feelings - Part 1

Character moodboard ✦ next part

✧ pairing : Kim Yong-san x reader

✧ warning(s) : angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, spoilers

✧ summary : You are a very popular CEO in Korea. You are known for making every business you own flourish beautifully, earning the laudatory title of Ms.CEO in your field. You work at Sandbox and often see different start ups entering then leaving the building, but one day, one meeting will bring new feelings and make you remember the consequences of your actions.

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✧ a/n : Yapped too much so I made it a serie😰

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You were strolling in the entry of the building bathed in light with the numerous and enormous windows mainly covering the hall walls. You take the bright sun in as it would soon fade away in autumn, leaving early during that time to give place to a darker and less colourful scenery. For now you would rather not think of the mourn time approaching and enjoy the faint warmth as it is.

Today was the start of a new residency program, the 12th. Since you entered Sandbox, you’ve seen tons of applicants joining the program. All wanting to realise their dream of starting their own business, following it blindly despite not knowing the cost of it.

The business world is full of hurdles, and when you think you’ve finally it seen all, it was only the harsh beginning. You know of it better than anyone. As a renowned CEO yourself, the rising is full of thorns, snakes and disillusions. No matter if you’ve been prepared to face it all, you could never fully imagine how hard it truly is before you confront it.

Frauds are a common occurrence in this deceitful field and it is your job at Sandbox, as a CEO, a mentor but also sometimes as an investor, to help out those poor innocent souls. That is why when you see the banner announcing the 12th residency program, you sigh. Not desperately, just silently anticipating what hardships you may face and what kind of people, along with their hopes, will be brought to you.

Your heels click on the hard floor tiles as you make your way to a small gathering inside this building. A place where future business owner share their motivations, by writing on a simple note which will be hanged later on with all the others. Such a simple action translates in reality all the reasons for someone to be here at Sandbox and why they fight for what they believe in.

You like to go here before the hackathon as it gives you a taste of what is awaiting you this season.

You wander mindlessly all around the frame set for the occasion, glancing from times to times at the colourful papers to read. Sometimes frowning when you see a sad one, sometimes snorting when the written sentence is too catchy.

What you didn’t sense is someone observing you throughout your little display of different expressions. Scanning through your every move so intensely and obviously, it seems you’re the only one who hasn’t noticed him yet. Just when you were stopping your little stroll to finally read an area that piqued your interest, the questionably shifty person approaches you at last.

“Excuse me ?” You hear a toneless voice right behind you and you turn your heels making your dress float graciously in the process. “Yes ?” You answer indifferent because you were often disturbed whether for work or by random men hitting on you, also sometimes it’s the second option disguised as the first one. “You must be Ms.CEO. Flowy jellyfish dress, y/hc hair, expensive jewelry, it seems you check all the criteria.” A tall man dressed in casual clothes assumes with a sly grin plastered on his rather handsome face.

“You are..?” You hesitate to pronounce this last sentence, embarrassed beforehand if you happen to know this person but not remember him. His face does seem familiar but at the same time you don’t recall ever meeting him.

“I’m Kim Yong-san, I was lucky enough to be chosen to participate in the hackathon.” You look down at the bright red pass hanging proudly around his collar. Well you knew this much already.. You nod your head absently and scan behind him, looking for a way out, still not understanding why this stranger is talking to you all of sudden.

“Remember my name.” He announces suddenly and you immediately bring back your eyes to him, taken aback by his switch of tone from casual to demanding. “Is this a threat ? Usually those creeps who flirt with me at least have the decency to make it appear nice.” You cross your arms, take a step back and scoff, a bit shaken. “Who said I was flirting with you ?” Now it’s his turn to scoff as he looks at you up and down as if it was unbelievable. “Well you know my nickname and apparently infos about me. I thought you were a fan or something. Are you not ?” You interrogate the dark haired man, growing more and more suspicious about him as time passes. “A fan ? No I wouldn’t call it that.” He shakes his head no, denying firmly, his entrancing mono lidded eyes stare at you so intensely you swear you gulped under the pressure.

God knows how many times you had to deal with the condescending looks of men who thought of you as weak and insignificant, you never folded. But now, for the first time of your life, the power his gaze holds makes your knees weak and your mouth dry.

Your eyes open and you grimace in shock at your unusual uneasiness. How odd.

The man before you takes a colourful note you didn’t even notice he had in the first place and hangs it on the frame out of nowhere. He finally decides to put an end to the conversation. Brushing past you, his shoulder collides with your bare one as he holds a cold final eye contact while leaving indefinitely. He leaves you here, stunned.

You turn your head to read the last note he left behind, his wish that pushed him to get here at Sandbox. “Revenge.” You shiver and frown dramatically. “What was that for..?” You ask yourself rhetorically. In this field a lot of enemies are made. Is he one of them ? What did you even do to him..?

You try to recall the reason behind his resentment while heading towards your office, Sandbox will soon be broadcasted live and you’d rather watch it on a big screen to take part in all the fun. As you press down the lift button, a familiar manly figure appears next to you.

“Han Ji-pyeong ! Wanna watch the hackathon with me ?” You eagerly propose to him, forgetting why your brows were even knitted together in the first place. During your stay at Sandbox, Ji-pyeong, who was a little more experienced and older as well, made sure you would be fitted for the job. Over the years, and a few nights out were you both drunk your concerns, you became good friends.

“Y/n ! Sure.” He smiles politely, his dimples making an appearance in the process.

You both sit down in your office, you turn on the tv and immediately lock eyes with the big screen, scrutinising every pixel meticulously. “Don’t you feel like this edition is going to be special ?” He comments as you watch the opening inaugurating with your superior’s speech, a well respected woman.

“Right ?! I thought the exact same thing. Besides, I had the weirdest interaction with one of the participant.” You explain briefly what happened with the unknown mysterious man, trying your best to recreate the baffling atmosphere. “Ugh another creep ?” Ji-pyeong sympathises with empathy. “No its not like that.. We’ll see.” You shrug deciding to leave this matter for another time since it made you slightly uncomfortable. Ji-pyeong, as your dear friend, notices your uneasiness and decides to drop the subject.

“Hey, are you going to be a judge this year ?” You cut your silent observation to ask him. “Mhh maybe at the very end during the final choice. What about you ?” He returns the question politely. “I’ll be the judge for the entire season. I can’t wait to see all the new projects ! Don’t worry I’ll tell you all about your dear Dal-mi comings and goings.” You wink at him knowing that he recently got his eyes on someone who luckily happens to participate in this event.

“Don’t be ridiculous..” He mumbles while trying his best to hide the slight pink flush painting his cheeks. You chuckle lightly at his antics before bringing your attention back to the presentation.

A few hours passed and your attention span drastically decreased despite your small talks there and there. That is why you finally both decide to go downstairs, see the contestants, what they propose, etc….

That’s why you told each other but deep down you know that he just wants to see his girl, lover boy that he is. And you, well, would like to search for the mysterious man from earlier, see what he is up to.

You awkwardly avoid each other’s critical glances as you make your way to the main spot, too ashamed of your respective unprofessional goals.

Once you arrive, you begin to frantically scan the crowded area despite the dim lighting making the task more difficult.

You notice Ji-pyeong’s face brightening up upon seeing his dear crush. He looks at you with a lovely smile before heading forwards, a sign to tell you to follow him. You execute so, staying close behind. Maybe another angle would help you detect the one you’re looking for.

You progress towards her table, actually close enough to decipher with horror the face of the previous man sat right besides Dal-mi, acknowledging far too late that he is part of her team.

You begin to enter panic mode, obviously you wanted to find him, but surely directly walking into the lion’s den is not taking it step by step. It isn’t very smart of you but your first reflex is to make a 180 turn, trying to blend in the mass, which isn’t very possible as your stylish figure tends to stand out.

“Ms.Y/ln !” Your hear Ji-pyeong chuckling before grabbing you by the arm firmly. He is masking his anxiety by having you next to him as a familiar comforting face but how you wished he would just be confident for once. You sigh dramatically and make a distressed face you’re sure anyone could understand the meaning of.

Anyone except Ji-pyeong apparently as he drags you to Dal-mi’s table where the whole team is sat in a circle. You hate this disposition, it feels as if you’re going to be interrogated by posh arrogant people like at the start of your career. No matter what, you try your best to regain your composure, plastering manually a mask you’ve put on so many times during meetings and gatherings.

“Ah you must be Ms.Y/ln, nice to meet you I’m Ms.Seo Dal-mi.” A lovely young woman bows to you respectfully.

Your keen eyes analyses her fine traits which causes the girl to slightly tremble. You are often perceived as intimidating and meticulous by your peers because of your attention to details.

You understand why the older man likes her, if you would describe her beauty with one word it would be spring. She is simply radiant. You softly smile at her “You may call me Y/n, I’m looking forward to what you will propose.”

The other CEO raises his brows at your unbelievable statement. “You are interested in technology now ?” You in fact didn’t know that she is in the technology field. Usually your favourite fields are mostly in aesthetics such as beauty, makeup or fashion. However, you’ve worked in other fields before, so you don’t mind having something different. “Apparently.” You retort sternly yet playfully, which is what you do best.

You struggle with all your might not to look in the direction of the man from earlier, even though you feel his gaze burning into you.

You hear a faint whisper “Yong-san stop ogling at her you’re probably scaring her..” leading your head to turn in the direction of the sounds. Your dear stalker’s friend nudges him for his behaviour towards you. It’s true that from the outside, it looks as if he’s obsessed, head over heels for you.

“Yong-san..” You shrug half-jokingly and advert your eyes on Ji-pyeong, trying once again to pass him the message. “You two know each other ?” His friend asks slightly disturbed by the reason behind the tense atmosphere that has been created.

“No.” “Kind of.” You both answer at the same time. You spin your head quickly upon hearing his foolish response. You look at the so-called Yong-san with big eyes, outraged. “Don’t start those rumours. You may know me but I definitely don’t know you, stalker.” You clarify swiftly. The designated man smirks at your bold choice of nickname.

Ji-pyeong gasps in understanding, his eyebrows raise in concern. Better late than never you guess.. “I don’t want them to misunderstand anything.” You add right after. “Misunderstand what ? There’s nothing to be confused about.” He once again, observes you with such intensity you can feel yourself melting from the heat. Suddenly, the warmth from the late season doesn’t seem that pleasant anymore.

“Well, I have a popularity to uphold. I don’t wanna face dating rumours like I already did.” You justify, growing slightly annoyed by his confusing behaviour. “I already told you, I’m not interested.” He simply states in a serious tone. Great, now you look like the stalker who persists despite already being rejected. He is truly unbelievable, his disconcerting act makes him appear like a mystery waiting to be solved.

“Cat’s got your tongue ?” He snickers, seemingly proud of your stunned expression. His sly grin makes his crescent shaped eyes shine ever so slightly, illuminating a beautiful bright light which contrasts with his dark pupils.

Who knew he could be as imposing as a fox with a smile adorning his face. “It appears so.” You mutter ever so simply, not knowing how to behave anymore after viewing him under a new light.

He squints his eyes by reflex, quite taken aback when he witnesses your quietness, almost as if you were suddenly not this enormous, well respected CEO but a simple woman out of her comfort zone.

The rest of the conversation ended rather abruptly. Ji-pyeong noticed your perturbation and decided to take his leave earlier than anticipated. You deeply appreciate his considerate and helpful gesture. For you, keeping a straight face in public is the most important thing. Yet, this unexpected encounter is making you feel all sort of things you’ve never felt before, causing a drastic loss of composure you wish you could hide like you usually do.

Only 2 days later, you have to enter this place again. A shiver runs down your back as you remember the awkward conversation you went through. Surely it was just a bad day, you don’t normally act this unprofessional.

As for now, it’s finally time to judge the projects of the participants. It’s not your favourite part of the job, but unfortunately your refined taste makes you a good critic. Honestly, you are just sitting in that pretentious chair because of your curiosity to discover new inventions and backstories. You were nosy like that.

On the imposing scene, groups passed each after the other but soon the group you are most interested about is about to present their project. Yong-san’s group. Which, on the same occasion, also happens to be Dal-mi’s one.

You would love to say that you are interested in their project because of your promise to Ji-pyeong, when you said you would report everything remotely relevant about Dal-mi and her group. But the truth is, you’ve grown fascinated about this stranger, stalker, whatever. Something about him makes you want to get to know him, what’s making him laugh, what he orders to drink, what are his aspirations like.

You observe Dal-mi stepping on the black scene, blinding lights aiming at the centre of it which grants the privilege of feeling totally exposed and vulnerable. You cheer for her mentally as you remember your firsts speeches with the same threatening setup.

You listen attentively throughout the whole presentation, often smiling to encourage her. She is doing great, their project is stable and she clarifies most unresolved questions you might have during her talk.

She finally utters her last sentence and you begin to applaud proudly like a mother at the end of her child’s show. She killed it.

There is seemingly a growth of interest in AI projects over the years. Dal-mi’s group already spoke about it for forgery detection yet there is another one.

An impassive woman is positioned on the scene. She looks like she is accustomed to doing large speeches. In fact, she doesn’t look impressed at all.

She begins to talk about her fonts generator based on AI when she is suddenly cut by Chairman Won Du-jeong, the director from the renowned “Morning Group”. “I have an interesting question.” You are quite taken aback by his rudeness, he didn’t even let the poor girl finish. Typical arrogant rich people who think that because money is power, they have all rights.

“What will happen if we put a font created by Injae Company through Samsan’s tech algorithm ?” Your eyes widen and your eyebrows raise in shock. This is a fair question, but if one do well, it will surely be fatal for the other.

Despite the worried faces of her team, Dal-mi assures that it will detect it. How reckless. You sigh and frown slightly. Why couldn’t she just admit that it probably wouldn’t. “Then let’s put it to the test.” Mr.Won proposes strangely cheerfully.

A table along with a computer has been set up on the scene. Both Injae Company and Samsan tech were placed on stage, all eyes on them. From your point of view, you could feel the nervousness of each crew from the tightly closed fists, the clenched jaw and profuse swallowing, it is rather obvious.

Both team are waiting for the verdict with a certain tension emanating from them. While a programmer from Samsan tech is launching the algorithm, you cannot help but take notice of the all too familiar intense stare. Yong-san’s eyes are clinging onto your frame. This time, it feels softer, and it is obvious that his eyes hold less hatred than before for some reason.

One of your colleague, Alex, shifts sideways towards you “Do you know that one guy ?” He inevitably ponders from Yong-san’s staring. You exhale some air “You could say that..”. You admit without really knowing why you didn’t deny it, it would cause less problem.

Yet, you find yourself staring back fiercely at your favourite stalker with a certain curiosity, completely contradicting your own saying. Your mouth opens slightly in a tiny “o” shape and you catch his Adam’s apple bobs because of your lack of reticence to return inviting eyes to him. He loses this battle by irrevocably adverting his dark eyes elsewhere, anywhere but you.

You enjoy your win and lower your head trying to suppress a thrilled smile almost spilling out for everyone to see. When you first met him, you thought he would be nothing but bad news, but now you wonder why a fluttering feeling inside your chest is telling you that you’re willing to take the risk..

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The sparkle in his eyes literally faded away what did they do to himmmm

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AKA MS.CEO🍷

✧ pairing : Kim Yong-san x reader

for now..

Featuring Yong-san ˙ ✩°˖

Hard feelings - Part 1

Hard feelings - Part 2

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Jealousy

Character moodboard

✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader

✧ warning(s) : quite heated making out, reader being jealous, suggestive dancing, age gap, pet name (doll, love)

✧ summary : You got invited in the show street woman fighter 2 since you are a dancer in the selected crew, Wolflo. You didn’t expect to have so many emotions during your journey, some pleasing other not, along with some truths being revealed.

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✧ a/n : Sorry for any spelling/grammatical mistakes English isn’t my first language</3

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Today was the big day. You and your team, Wolflo, were fortunate enough to be selected to participate in a dance competition tv show broadcasted internationally, and today was the first day of the recording.

No need to say you were basically screaming hysterically when your crew leader, Halo, revealed the fantastic news to everyone. You felt like all this hard work and passion was finally paying off and you swore you had tears building up in your eyes when she told the team that you were invited to the show. Your heart swelled from pride and excitement.

Currently, you are apprehensively making your way in the intimidating silver building mentally supported by your crew at your sides. The tall structure stood proud along the others opponents as it was displaying a big “Mnet” sign at the very top of it, the name of the production company.

You are surprisingly nervous, your breath being caught in your throat as your heart is palpitating too fast for your own good. You don’t even recognise yourself, you are normally self assured and cold minded during important events. Apparently doing a dance tv show was your limit. How could you not ? You will meet several dance legends and be watched by millions of people worldwide, you have the right to be scared, honestly you think everyone is.

You let Halo asks the directions at the front desk as you carefully analyse the plain but chic interior while crossing your arms and bouncing your leg up and down. Haechi seems to notice your nervous state, she smiles tenderly, amused by your nervous behaviour and passes an arm around your shoulders reassuringly. “Don’t be nervous Y/n.” She whispers softly to you with a soft smile displaying on her kind face. Haechi is like a big sister to you, she has seen you through tears and laughters and she was and still is always by your side. You firmly intend to keep it that way forever.

Sadly, it was loud enough for Chocol to catch it. “Aw is Y/n scared of cameras ? Don’t worry just be pretty as you always are doll.” She coos sarcastically while leaning towards you. “As if.” You sheepishly smile despite you and roll your eyes, quickly uncrossing your arms.

Chocol was also one of your dearest friend. She loved to tease you unconditionally, which earned you some blushes and brain freeze moments. You could not lie this woman is charming and gorgeous and you swear that one day she will be the death of you one way or another.

You silently follow your team as you head towards your crew’s dressing room with Haechi’s arm still around you protectively while everyone is laughing warmly and chattering about what could be coming.

Halo opens the door of your lodge and you hear your friends gasp in awe at the sight of the place. Since you are behind your friend group and can’t see, you quickly shove the elders away, as you like to call them affectionately, to take a glimpse of the room. Your face lights up in happiness at the view of the personalised room. “It’s so cool !” Haechi exclaims detaching herself from you to explore the cosy place further.

Chocol almost immediately replaces Haechi’s previous position. She carefully leans her head into yours and her arm tightly envelopes your frame. “I like it.” She comments, her captivating brown eyes observing the overly paprika space in deep thoughts. “Me too..” You almost inaudibly utter, however your eyes were not focused on the area, but rather on the attractive woman by your side. The way she is touching your waist with her cold slender fingers, how her shampoo fills your nostrils with this delicate floral scent only her could own.

You were disturbed by her, and it was not new to anyone. You were aware of your relatively new feelings for her since a few months now. You told Haechi and she thought you were pulling a prank on her at first. That’s how bad it is..

The thing is, there is quite an age gap between you two, with you being Wolflo’s maknae and her being in her 30’s. Also the fact that she was acting like a big sister to you, or rather from her point of view. What could seems harmless to her like teasing only you specifically, caring for you and complimenting you, from your perception, made you fall even harder for her.

You know she does not take you seriously, you even doubt the fact that she sees you as a woman at all in fact, but a part of you hope that one day she’ll realise how mature and beautiful you truly are.

Time passes and the screen in the orange dressing room suddenly lights up indicating that it’s finally your turn to go in the “fight zone” as the production called it. A few days ago, you had to react to the participants and tell your opinion on each crew and its members. Today was the day you will all face each other and know how the other dancers see you.

You can’t lie you were kind of anxious at what people could say about you. Compared to your crew you had a different.. Vibe. You love to dance to kpop and sexy choreographies whereas the others despise it. Except Mini, who will gladly do a tiktok with you for a kpop challenge, you love her for that !

At first, you opted for ballet, which you didn’t really like but your mom absolutely wanted you to dance. Your remains of ballet made you the “acrobat” of the crew, every time there is a move that require agility your job is to do it, which you gladly execute, split, bending, arching, and so on, you love techniques.

No matter what, you definitely look apart from them as if you were a puppy that Halo picked up from the side of the road. You definitely have some flow otherwise you wouldn’t be in Wolflo, but you surely don’t look like you do. With your tight clothes and pastel colours you look rather different.

You stand up from the couch, take a long deep breath and make your way to the fight zone with your team following your leader.

Your eyes shot open as you observe your surroundings, the place was gigantic. You take a look at your right only to see a pit downstairs with rows and a few heads trying their best to take a peek at your upcoming team. You huff out some air to regain your composure and try your best to act nonchalant about it.

As your crew is going downstairs coldly with a heavy aura, you could hear whispers and remarks flying through the arena. “Huh ? Cherry is so pretty !” You manage to hear as you pass by the teal coloured team, Bebe. You glance quickly at the author of this comment, a girl with blonde hair and from her name badge, a piece of paper hanging on her top, the girl’s name is Tatter.

Cherry was your artist name. You chose it because you tough cherries were elegant and dark but beautiful and cute at the same time, they were truly as polyvalent as you.

“She looks like a princess with her knights or an idol with her bodyguards.” Capri from the group Ladybounce notices to her friends amused by the contrast between you and the other members.

You don’t even have the time to go to your assigned seats when a video suddenly appears on the big screen at the top of the room taking you all by surprise. The crew evaluation video.

You turn your heels, fully facing the screen. The video starts and you see two girls from the purple crew, Ladybounce. The one with a long blonde bob and gorgeous lips painted a dark colour reacts excitedly with her ginger friend when she hears about Baby Sleek’s appearance in the show. The eldest woman giggles at the cute groupie-like reaction from the two.

It’s true that Baby Sleek is a legend in the dance community, her battles are iconic and smooth and she flows like water on the dance floor.

“This group is terrifying !” A girl with a hime cut puts her hand on her mouth as she looks at the revealed crew in astonishment. “I would never ever dare messing with them.” Another girl from the same crew with an insane face card states uneasy. The groups all react in heartfelt laughters at the poor terrified girls as they both blush in embarrassment.

“This team is all aces..” Someone with pink hair from the leafy green group DeepNDap praises. Your crew feel their hearts swelling up in pride, deeply touched. “But.. Isn’t Cherry out of place ?” The girl finishes her deadly sentence turning to her teammates snorting.

Your former laughter allows your mouth to freeze open in an baffled grin. You expected this to be honest but it still hurts especially with the mocking laugh of the girl who just sounds like those rude popular girls in American series.

Mini defends you “She is in the right place don’t worry !” She shouts from the centre of the room to DeepNDap, offended for you and feeling protective over the youngest member. Chocol also glares at the bubblegum haired girl menacingly, she didn’t like when other people annoyed you, only her could, especially if they just do it to be mean.

“To be honest I think they are over-dated.” The leader from the previous group adds. “Yeah, their dance style is too old.” A girl with bangs and long black hair agrees with her.

Halo scoffs “They don’t even know the difference between old and classic..”. You turn to her and smile in a reassuring way. It’s true that to the unknowing eyes your dance style could be seen as boring or repetitive, but in reality, it is smooth and impressive, truly an unbeatable dance style. People often take it back once they see the fierce battler of your team, Baby sleek floating on the dance floor with wavy but precise movements, killing her opponents with an impeccable flow.

“I can’t help but feel as if Cherry isn’t experienced enough for this team, she doesn’t have their flow when she dances.” A girl with blonde hair from the sunny yellow crew Manequeen declares with mixed feelings.

You nod firmly in acknowledgment forcing the corner of your mouth downwards as you shut your lips tightly. You knew this wouldn’t be easy yet you still suffer from it.

The screen turns off, you don’t wait a second to unconsciously bolt to your seat. The harsh critics of the other participants apparently affected you more than you thought as your crew watch you go, or more like escape, hurriedly. Honestly, you couldn’t bear the thought of being the centre of attention in the middle of the room in such a vulnerable state, which explains your sudden leave.

You crew soon arrives next to you and you all stay oddly still, everyone a bit shocked at the severe commentaries. All of you are strong women, a few mean comments surely couldn’t bring your mood down this much. You all expected it but despite it, it seems that it significantly affected you more than you thought it would as a deep silence lives in the tense atmosphere.

After yours, only one group remained in the hall, the renowned Jam Republic. The group wasn’t an exception to the rule despite their popularity and the anticipation dancers have from them as they faced vivid criticism and one of their dancer even got the most no-respect votes of all participants.

After their evaluation video, the presenter joins you with his note cards. You take a deep breath as the apprehension settles in. “Hello and welcome to Mnet’s official dance serie, Street Woman Fighter 2. I’m your host King Daniel.” The man starts almost solemnly and the crowd cheers, excited by the upcoming trial.

“We will immediately start with the no respect battle. The first dancer is.. 1Million Redy !” He exclaims energetically.

A girl with a beanie and a hime cut, the same one that you saw in the video, approaches the dance area confidently.

She teases her opponent, choosing to face the leader of Bebe, Bada, a tall girl shining with such confidence and charisma that it is scary. You wonder if she has a death wish.

As the dance battle begins, your group’s spirit brightens up, you take part in the animated tone of the room, cheering in awe at every technique or impressive move that the dancer does.

The host counts down and the music changes, indicating Bada’s turn. You can’t help but stop breathing at every move from the woman, her skills are literally breathtaking and she makes the song fits her so well with powerful motions and merciless teasing hips thrusts.

The battle settles with a win for team Bebe with 3 votes for the cool leader, bringing her head downward and nodding in acknowledgement modestly despite her fervent battle.

“Well that was one hell of a start !” Yeni, your friend, exclaims with an astonished expression on her face, brows raised and mouth wide open. She is right, if this is just the start you can’t wait but expect a high level for the next battles.

“You’re so right, it’s gonna be a fun season ! Bada is so cool.” You agree with your teammate with your eyes shaping like crescent as you smile excitedly. “I’m better.” Chocol says indifferent, her gaze not leaving the dance-floor. You slightly hit her with your elbow, harbouring a knowing smirk on your face, rather amused by your friend competitive side. Chocol can’t help but feel reassured seeing you smile, she was grateful that the video didn’t affect you too much.

Battles passed, your throat was dry from all the screaming, especially draining it when it was your teammates’ turn, Mini, Yeni and Haechi. Mini won madly against team Tsubakill’s leader and your other friends also did. You were ecstatic as your constate the win streak on your team board.

“The next dancer is Manequeen Buckey.” The presenter announces. A girl with blond hair moves forwards confidently and takes the mic from the previous man.

“My no respect dancer is..” She walks even further, progressing to your row side. “Wolflo Cherry.” She looks directly at your with fierce eyes, you could tell that she thinks she is assured to beat you. No matter what, you giggle, positively apprehensive at your first battle.

You team pats you on the back as your walk down the few steps. “Buckey why did you choose Cherry as your no respect dancer ?” The host asks. “I can tell that her level isn’t high enough, I’m not impressed.” She retorts almost immediately. You hear a few gasps and snorts from the simple but rough feedback.

You nod at the attack “I wish you good luck because as I can see from your current team board, you will need it.” You simply states before walking back, positioning yourself. Buckey quickly looks back at her board, full of lose labels, feeling quite ashamed at the unfortunately true fact that you called out. Chocol smirks proud of your reply and your team, along with her the audience all gasp at the boldness coming from the youngest member.

After a turn of spin the bottle, Buckey is finally decided to be the first one to start. A powerful song starts and you watch her do messy but strong movements, noticing that her specialty is probably krumping which is a genre of hiphop. Great, at least you will beat her at her own game. With your knowledge of hiphop, you could tell that she is lacking some energy for this dance style.

The song fades and another starts ‘Tomboy’ by Destiny Rogers. You smirk, this is the perfect song for you, it will totally illustrate the contrast between your hiphop moves and ballet techniques.

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You begin the dance by walking up slowly, eyes fixated to your opponent which only intensifies the deep tone of your dance. You do ballet spins (instead of shaking your hair if you’ve seen the video) and cut them abruptly by precise movements flowing onto the melody of the music.

You audaciously mix classic hiphop and ballet, the what others could think opposite actually in harmony with the airy movements of classic hiphop in synergy with the lightweight ballet ones.

Your team cheers at you almost madly, eyes blown open at every seductive move that you manage to squeeze in.

Chocol’s jaw hangs low, blown away by your boldness, sure she knew that you were an extremely talented dancer and that your combination of style were your strength but she never saw you like this. Wild hair from your spins and twirls, fierce eyes wanting nothing but the win, strong gaze filled with determination, a thin layer of sweat from your passionate dancing and clothes ruffled from all the shuffling. It is as if she sees you in a new light.

She almost scolds her eyes for not being able to detach from you. She gulps as she watches you blowing a final kiss to Buckey, almost wishing that you blowed it to her instead. She takes a deep breath in trying to regain her composure, surely what happened was because of the heat of the moment, nothing more.

You stand in the middle of the room, next to Buckey, you were confident in winning and sincerely hoped that you did as you put your all into this battle.

“Judges, open your cards.” You bite your lips in anticipation of the results, what you didn’t see was a certain orange haired hiphop dancer side eyeing your act in agitation.

The 3 judges all reveal an orange card with your team name on it, indicating that you won 3-0. You grin brightly, proud that you didn’t disadvantage your team with a loss and broke the streak. Moreover, you showed everyone that you earned your place in Wolflo and that you are worthy of this team.

“Congratulations Y/n, I knew you killed it !” Haechi hugs you. Chocol can’t help but frown slightly, was Haechi always this close to you ? If something happened between you two she surely would have seen it, right ?

She takes a step forward, bringing her figure closer to yours. “You were..” She can’t seem to find the right words as you look at her with such shiny eyes, expectingly waiting for her next words. “Amazing.” Chocol finishes bluntly. She wanted to say that you were breathtaking, exceptional, mesmerising even, but the words were stuck in her throat as nervousness built up upon her. Instead she chose such ordinary words to untruthfully describe how your performance made her feel.

“Thank you Chocol.” You blush at the compliment from the woman you like and Haechi rolls her eyes playfully, knowing that you probably forgot that she was here as you always do when Chocol talks to you.

Chocol ruffles your hair before leaving to talk to Halo and you can’t help but be disappointed at this gesture that makes you feel like nothing but her little sister or a friend, and you wanted nothing to do with those two roles with her.

After your battle, there is a 15 minutes break for you all to regain your energy. You will gladly take it considering you feel as if your battle sucked the vital energy out of you.

During this time, Chocol tries to forget how she felt during your battle. She agrees with herself that it was weird but with a shook of her head she brushes it off. She probably got distracted seeing a beautiful woman dancing sensually, honestly she thinks anyone could understand that, that’s all.

After what felt like a 5 minutes pause, you go back to the fight zone, your team more determined than anything to keep winning battles.

A good amount of battles passed without nobody choosing you as their no respect dancer, you sheepishly wish to think that your performance have dissuaded them.

Finally, a woman with curly two toned hair and a tight black and white ensemble from team Tsubakill, Sayaka, chooses Chocol as her no respect dancer. You remember her like for sexy choreographies and suddenly start to sweat as you imagine Chocol seeing it on the first row.

Chocol is the first one to start. You are immediately immersed in her dance, her skilful moves showing the older woman’s years of experience with no doubt. You shout loudly as she even executes a breakdance technique. You’ve never thought that battles could be so thrilling but here you are with goosebumps on the back of your neck and pupils dilated in awe.

“Close your mouth you’re gonna drool on the floor.” Haechi whispers in your ear, suppressing a giggle. You immediately turn your head to the tall curly haired girl and hit her slightly on her side. “Shut up.” You mutter bashful, eyes going back to Chocol as quickly as they left her.

The host counts down and it is now Sayaka’s turn to battle. She starts off strongly, walking energetically with big steps and suddenly bending literally right in front of Chocol, her butt stuck on the previous woman.

If your jaw could fall to the ground, at that moment it would have. Your mouth is wide open with an horrified expression on your face. What you thought would only be a silly exaggeration of your mind of the worst case scenario actually happened in real life and you feel like screaming in despair.

You feel an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach noticing Chocol furrowing her eyebrows and puffing her cheeks like she couldn’t handle all that. Could you blame her ? No. She wasn’t yours and now at least it proves that she can react to suggestive dancing, just not yours. How you wish she could look at you with this much admiration and lust.

Little did you know that since your performance, Chocol’s feelings are growing for you troublingly quickly. But if she was being honest, she tried to shut them down at all cost for a while now.

In reality, the woman is feeling ashamed of crushing on their youngest member. Those emotions were here since months now and are now only finally revealing themselves. Poor Chocol is not able to control her heart’s desires despite her trying her hardest.

But how could she resist you when you are so nice to everyone, always dance with such passion and look so good in each of your carefully thought outfits.

For now, you try your best to put on a neutral face by clenching your fists tightly. You know that if you show a hurt expression, people would be asking questions, including Chocol.

It is now time to reveal the score “Judges, open your card.”. The judges reveal 3 orange cards. You force yourself to plaster a joyful expression on your face even with your shambled heart. You are grateful of the judges’ results for your team and are so proud of Chocol of course, but you sadly didn’t have the heart to smile spontaneously despite the happy occasion.

They announce a second pause after Chocol and Sayaka’s battle and you rush to your lodge, you are not able to handle seeing Chocol and Sayaka’s interact in front of you. If they did, you would rather not know and stay alone in ignorance.

Chocol shy smiles fades slightly as she observes you step out of the hall in a hurry. You didn’t even congratulate her which makes her quite disappointed but no matter what, it is unusual of you. She automatically follows your pace to check on you.

Because it is the second pause and that they didn’t have time in the first one, dancers from different groups are conversing, getting to know each other. That’s why Bada takes a step forward and opens her mouth to greet you but in your trance, you don’t even notice her, dark eyes fixated ahead. She immediately closes her mouth with a confused face. Chocol watches the scene unfolds from behind you and if she wasn’t so worried about you, she would snort.

You close the orange dressing room bitterly and fall onto the couch. You wrap your arms around your legs and lower your head on your knees making yourself as small as possible. Because that’s what you feel at this moment, miserable and pitiful. You don’t even want to cry because you knew from the start that it was hopeless and that Chocol could never see you as nothing more than a good friend. Yet, you still hoped until today.

Chocol hesitantly opens the door of your dressing room, she witnesses you rolled up in a ball on the couch and her heart breaks at the sight. She slowly makes her way next to you and wraps an arm around your waist carefully “What’s wrong love ?”.

You lift up your head, startled by the gentle arm around you and the voice of someone you know too well. “Chocol ?” You say unsure of the reason behind her presence, you were too engrossed in your melancholic thoughts that you didn’t even notice her coming in. “That’s me love.” She answers sweetly and gazes at you with such tenderness that you almost forget why you were even sad in the first place.

“Why are you here ?” You mutter. “I should be the one asking you this. I only followed you because I was worried.” She responds softly. “You were ?” She nods strongly with furrowed eyebrows wondering how could you even imagine the opposite. You rest your back against the backrest as you untangle your limbs, naturally relaxing in her presence.

“Why did you leave ?” She delicately takes your hand to comfort you and you melt at the gesture. Only her could make you feel this way. “Shouldn’t you be busy talking with Sayaka ?” You answer her question with another one. “What does it have to do with this ? Why should I be talking to her ? We only battled.” She explains, perplexed by what you could be thinking.

You sigh, this is ridiculous. You will finally say what you have to say, tell how you feel because obviously this hint game is conducting you nowhere. Your turn to face her “Look, when I saw you reacting to Sayaka’s dance.. I-”, you take a deep breath in as Chocol display a serious look on her face, fully listening to what you have to say. “I got jealous. No, I got more than jealous, I got heartbroken.” You finally reveal.

“Because, I like you Chocol, so much and you always treat me like your friend or worst your sister.” You lower your head, not wanting to see the reaction of the woman before you. “I want you to see me as the woman that I am. Because I can be sexy and mature like any other woman your age. I want you to like me just like you like them.” You almost plead in despair.

Chocol slightly squeezes your hand that is still locked with hers “Y/n look at me.”. You shut your eyes tightly before raising your head and finally seeing her gentle gaze. Which reassures you a bit, at least she is not disgusted or angry at you.

“I could never like you like these women.” You exhale shakily at this revelation but she is quick to clarify. “Because I don’t. No matter how pretty they are or how sensually they can dance, I could never like them. Because I like you Y/n, a lot.” She admits and her pretty cheeks with those two moles that you love so, tints a light pink.

Your eyes shot open, you never even considered that those feelings could be reciprocated. You only told her to ease your burden and free your from a heavy weight, but now you learn that this weight was shared.

She softly strokes your cheek with her free hand and you gulp nervously, feeling your hands sweating as your temperature arises at her affectionate touch. You feel the older woman’s hand moves from your blushing cheek to the back of you head as she slowly leans into you. You don’t wait any longer after these lasting months of recurrently dreaming about it and passionately crash your lips against hers as electricity rushes trough your veins.

She lets go off your hand to put hers onto your waist and you impulsively change your position to straddle her lap. You are quick to realise your action and break the kiss to stare at each other in shock. As you are about to apologise and hide yourself in embarrassment, she fervently takes your lips back and pushes you closer to her body, chests touching.

She teasingly brushes her tongue on your lower lips and your mouth answers before you do as you open it just enough for Chocol to makes her way. You feel Chocol’s warm tongue clashing into yours and your brows gather together in neediness.

The way your body responds to her touch is almost as if you were made for each other. Each curves perfectly sculpted for her hands, each sounds you make harmonising with her tone, each scents, from your sweet perfume to your hair product, intoxicating her.

You both venture the other person’s body, stroking fondly as much corners as possible, from clothes, to skin, to hair, nothing is lacking attention.

Chocol’s hand rests on your thigh, often squeezing it when you suck on her tongue hungrily. You are so absorbed in the intimate kiss that you realise you lost track of time.

You reluctantly stop your make out session “Chocol we need to go back.”. She whines and hugs your waist as her head sets on your chest. She hears your heart beating rapidly from your doings and smirks sheepishly, enjoying greatly the effect she had on you, knowing sincerely that you makes her feel the same way.

You regretfully push her back and stand up from your spot on the couch while you extend a hand to her. Noticing her blown pupils, you couldn’t help but grin affectionately, admiring the woman before you. She sighs and takes your hand half-heartedly, not wanting to go back, only needing you.

“Are you still jealous ?” She overtakes you swiftly and winks at you teasingly. “I was not !” You retork flustered but she is already a great distance before you.

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First Date Prompts

It was their first official date and despite both of them already knowing each other, they were both incredibly nervous.

He was not one to kiss on the first date. But he had done a lot on this date that he normally didn't imagine himself to do.

Their first date was an absolute disaster. And everyone was shocked to find out that they were already planning the second one.

As far as first dates go, this one was special.

Having their first date in front of cameras was less than ideal.

They couldn't remember what their first date was, so they plan the perfect first date, even though they've been together for some time now.

A date is not supposed to last more than a few hours, much less more than a day. Especially not a first date.

This first date was a perfect example of Murphy's law. Nothing worked out how they had expected it to, and every time they thought it couldn't get worse, it did.

Having been in an online relationship for a while, it was weird and exciting to have their first date in person months after saying I love you the first time.

Their friends had arranged a blind date for them, and because their friends know them best, they were already planning a second date after this.

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✧ pairing : Chocol x f!reader

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Jealousy

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Sweet girl 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ - Part 2

✧ pairing : Cash (Douglas Piggott) x reader

✧ warning(s) : needles (tattoo)

✧ summary : After a few days to school, you finally start your new job with your bestie.

✧ words : 2,5k

✧ a/n : he’s a cutie, I could fight an army for him. Also I prefer this chapter over the first.

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Days were excruciatingly long at school. Maybe it was because of the heat or the chemistry teacher, but you just wanted to get out. Fortunately or not, you don’t know yet, you start a new job today. After Darren’s message, you applied at the fast food they were working in and managed to get hired after a few lies about your school. Hartley doesn’t really have a good reputation so it’s best to not say if you are from here.

Your shift starts in about 30 minutes, just the time to get here and you’ll be perfectly on time. You leave your house not without saying goodbye to your parents, who were by the way very proud of you. They thought it was a very mature and responsible decision, whatever they say, it’s not for them that you do this anyways. Plus they tend to pressure you into being the perfect girl which you don’t appreciate much. Starting a job low key felt like you gave them what they wanted.

Once arrived, the shift was a lot of fun. You laughed with Darren, who kept on degrading the food. You almost cried of laughter when you saw Amerie eating her food alone with terrible bangs and that Darren was singing how failed it looks.

You were patiently waiting at the counter when you saw a face way too familiar these days appears. “Cash ?” You tilt your head to the side. The man in question turns his head in your direction as the mention of his name. “Oh- Y/n hi ! I didn’t know you worked here.” His eyebrows rise up. “Yeah I just started.” You raise you shoulders while your lips slightly curl upwards at the sight of him.

He admires you a brief moment before regaining composure. “I actually come here often for deliveries, it was my last but it’s cool that we’ll see each other more. I have to go though I have plans..” He says genuinely pleased. “Oh yeah what plans ? Robbing a bank ?” You laugh in a joke attempt. His smile drops down a bit, saddened by how you imagine the worst of him.

“Sorry that was a bad joke..” You quickly notice his expression. He brushes it off but you know that you’ve hurt him no matter what.

He turns his heels as he was about to leave but stops suddenly and turns to you instead “When does your shift end ?” he asks with a forced nonchalant expression. You’re taken aback by his question “Hum at 10pm, why ?”. “Can I huh- pick you up to hang out ? I’d like to talk with you, it’s been so long.” He proposes awkwardly.

You look into his puppy eyes awaiting for your answer impatiently and you think you might melt. You inhale nervously. “Sure ! I’d love that actually.” You answer him with a sheepish smile. You’re currently trying your very best to hold yourself from giggling and kicking your feet in the air right now.

“Cool !” He finally breathes out the air he didn’t he has been holding. “Cool, see you later then !” You smirk and wink at him before walking away from the counter. He almost jumps when you do this and after you’re out of his sight, he quickly wipes his sweaty hands on his shirt, exhales shakily and walks away, heart beating abnormally fast.

Darren is quick to catch you “Am I dreaming or did Cash the eshay just asked you on a date ?” they ask you, even seriously considering the possibility that they fell asleep between two burgers because it seems completely out of reality.

“It’s not a date ! It’s a-.. We’re just hanging out as old mates.” You are quick to respond. To be honest, it also seems weird to you that he’s suddenly asking you to hang out. Maybe it’s because it’s the new school year and he doesn’t want to be alone or because of the map he had the same nostalgic thoughts about you. If this is the case, it at least makes you feel better that you’re not alone.

Time passes by and anxiety starts to grow in your stomach, apprehending the moment when Cash is going to pick you up. You keep glancing at the clock as if 9:49 would suddenly transform into 10:00.

“Y/n it’s the third order you mess up, stop stressing so much.” Your friend begs, exhausted by your mistakes and whines. “Sorry I can’t help it. I don’t even know why I do.” You reply humbled by your own agitation. You frown, unsettled by your behaviour.

Later, your shift is over so you start to change into your formal clothes. If you knew that you’d be going out with Cash, you’ll at least put an effort into your outfit. It’s giving overworked student fighting on for dear life.

You take your bag and look after your makeup bag to try to, at least, decrease the damages. “Just hanging out as old mates huh..” Darren lean on the wall as they look at you applying your lipstick on. You turn your gaze to them and give Darren a dead stare, not playing their little game.

You look in the kitchen “Reckon I can take some leftover fries ?”. “Yeah go on they all go to waste anyways so..” They answer in a monotone voice. You gladly take some for both you and Cash, might as well treat him.

“Bet that’s not the only fry you want in your mouth.” Darren snickers as you both head out to the exit. Your eyes shot open and you stop to look at them “Darren what the fu-“ you shout, mouth wide, shocked by their boldness. “Hi !” A voice echoes through the parking filled with cars at this hour, cutting you short in your swearing.

Your turn around to see none other than Cash, waiting all alone behind the restaurant. “Oh hi ! Did I make you wait ?” I question him politely. He nods no while approaching you with a brightening smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to your.. Things. Have fun sluts !” Darren insinuates and winks at you before leaving. You and Cash look at each other, both of you disturbed by what Darren said. You two giggle awkwardly, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh I got you these !” You remember, attempting to escape from this uncomfortable situation. You hand Cash the pack of fries and he smiles, touched by the attention “Thanks a lot, you didn’t have too.”.

He said that he knew a spot and soon you’re laying on a couch in the middle of nowhere as Cash pierces your skin with a probably not norms adapted needle, giving you a hotdog tattoo on your thigh.

You’re torned between the painful feeling of the pointy needle going in and out of you and the softness of Cash’s hand resting on your thigh, brushing it tenderly in soothing motions. You have to say this tactic indeed distract you from the pain, that’s for sure.

You hiss at the pain and unconsciously shoo away your leg from his grip. “It won’t hurt if you hold still !” He laughs at you. “You’re literally planting a needle in my skin I can’t !” You half laugh half shout, not sure if you’re able to laugh with him with your skin in pain.

“Okay well, it’ll hurt like 15% less.” He tries to reassure you while grabbing back your thigh gently. “15 only ?” You almost cry out, outraged. “Alright make it 20%. But only ‘cause I like you.” He chuckles while looking at you. You look back at him and a chill runs down your spine from excitement. His gentle brown eyes piercing directly into yours.

Cash notices your shiver from his hand resting on your chilly thigh “Sorry, I keep you waiting whereas your leg isn’t covered. Here take my jacket.” “It’s not-“ You start but quickly shut your mouth as he already stands up. Plus what can you say ? Oh it’s not the cold but you who gives me the chills ! You would rather die thank you.

You almost bite your lips as he stands up and unzips his jacket. He is such a nice boy. You always had a thing for nice people who give their girlfriend princess treatment. You’re not technically his girlfriend but you still get sweet attention from him so that’s all that matters.

He gently places his jacket on your legs and you murmur a shy “Thank you.”.

He continues his tattoo right where he stopped and you can’t help but wonder “Why did we stop talking after that night two years ago ?”. He raises up his head immediately at this sudden question before turning back to his artwork again, pensive. “I actually don’t know why either. I really liked you and that party when we were both upstairs was amazing. Like, really amazing Y/n.” He insists on the last part by glancing up at you. “I’m glad I’m not the only one to think that..” You smile, reassured but also left with some interrogations from his answer. How did you both silently agreed to never talk to one another whereas you both enjoyed what happened ? That’s insane.

“Is your nan doing okay ?” You ask, changing subject. You remember when you were little, his nan was the funniest ever. You sincerely hope she is still as lively as before.

“Sure is, she’s eetswa. We clash and stuff sometimes but mostly it’s pretty chill. You should visit her sometimes, she kept talking about you.” You smile, moved by how she still remembers you. “Really ? What did she say ?” “Oh you know, where did the pretty girl go ? When is Y/n coming back ? Why are you not talking to her anymore ? Stuff like that..” He replies with a hint of sadness in his voice.

In fact, Cash talked about you to his nan a lot back then. He explained the situation briefly to her and asked her opinion whether she thinks you think it was a one time thing or not. He blamed himself so much during that time. He wished he could be confident enough to talk to you, tell you how he feels, how much he likes you. He hated himself for not being able to and regretted so much his awkward character.

“Oh..” You start, quite shaken by his tone. “Well I’d love to actually.” You say gently curving your lips upwards gently at the boy kneeling before you. He looks up, surprised. “R-Really ? Cool ! You can pass by.. Huh whenever you want.” He stutters slightly, he didn’t expect you wanting to come to his house after so many years. “Cool.” You grin, amused by his cute behaviour.

A few tens of minutes passed by. You talked about school and your lives as he was carefully finishing his artwork on your skin. “There you go !” He places down his needle and disinfects one last time your thigh with a spray.

You chuckle at the sight of the small hotdog tattoo “That’s so stupid, I love it !”. He smiles fondly at you “I’m glad you do.” he says in a soft tone, breathing out some air that was stuck in his lungs. He doesn’t know why, he is relieved that you like it. It’s not like you are particularly difficult. But he is glad you appreciate this special thing now inked into you that he did.

You stand up, now having no excuses to stay here with him any longer. “Thanks for your jacket !” You thanks him as you hold out your arm for him to take back his coat. “It’s cold, keep it.” “But-“ “Not buts.” He firmly declares while dressing you in his clothing. Now wearing his jacket, you can now enjoy his smell enveloping you fully, his musky perfume he always seems to put engulfing your nostrils.

You finally accept that it is time to go home. The sunset is long gone now, leaving place for a dark black sky. The streets lamps have lighted long ago, the soft light brushing against his features like a painter put the dim light with ever so much attention to adorn his face.

You look at each other in silence, it is not awkward, just intense like the night you kissed him. You two can’t help but have this strong connection, this inexplicable bond. Like two souls linked to one another, made to be together since the day you arrived in this world at birth.

Cash stares at you deeply. He takes a moment to admire the cold night wind blowing softly your hair, (e/c) doe eyes staring back at him, his jacket too lose for you, your pink glossy lips. He doesn’t want to admit it but he is at your mercy.

“I like your lipstick.” He pronounces almost in a murmur only you two can hear. You press your bottom and top pinky lips together, startled by his compliment. “Thanks it’s strawberry flavoured, wanna taste ?” You declare without thinking. You always had a flirty habit, plus it’s only fair if you make him blush like he makes you.

His eyebrows raise and his lips part in utter shock. You wink at him “Kidding ! At least take me on a date first..” You say sarcastically, hoping you did not to push a boundary. “Was that not one..?” He asks still recovering from his pounding chest.

This time once again, you’re the one who’s flustered. “I-It was a date ?” You ask uncertain. “I thought it was.. It’s okay though-“ “No ! I just didn’t know. But, I don’t mind..” You reveal while fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. Cash asked you out on a date ? Oh my gosh Darren was right after all. They usually are, you should never doubt their instinct.

You both giggle like idiots, looking at anything but the other, nervous after clearing up this misunderstanding.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow ?” You raise your head, quitting looking at the ground and take the courage to look at him. He nods.

You were about to turn your heels but quickly interrupted this motion. “Thank you Cash for this night. I really enjoyed it.” You didn’t want to leave without expressing how grateful you felt. He smiles brightly, revealing his dimples “I also enjoyed it. A lot.” he adds.

You nod in approbation and finally leave the “secret” spot, making your way to your house, a stupid smile stuck on your face.

You feel so euphoric. You don’t know if it’s from Cash or this amazing night you spent talking about life or both but if you weren’t in the middle of a street you would run and jump like you were Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony.

It was nice to talk to him after all this time. You sincerely hope it won’t be like two years ago and that you will keep on talking this time. If not, you will force it. You refuse to let him slip between your fingers once again. This night made you realise that there’s much more between the both of you that you would have imagined.

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Can't imagine what it's like to consume media like a normal person. To discover something you enjoy, go oh i loved that, then just move on and not spend the next 6 months of your life literally thinking about nothing else.

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Sweet girl 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ - Part 1

✧ pairing : Cash (Douglas Piggott) x reader

✧ warning(s) : slight talk about sex, drug mention

✧ summary : After an incident where everyone’s sexual intercourses have been unfortunately exposed for anyone to see, you’re obligated to assist to a sex education class. You recognise a few friends but also old familiar faces..

✧ words : 1.9k

✧ a/n : There’s not enough fanfics about this serie!! Also why do I struggle so much with writing in second person..

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It was back to school again. Gosh it feels like every year passes by way too fast when you grow up.

You excitedly make your way to school, impatient to see your friends, Darren and Quinni. It’s been forever since you had the chance to meet all of you three reunited. It’s true that with your family deciding to travel to France and Quinni going to Holland it was quite hard to plan a meeting.

You hear your phone ringing and pick it up seeing the screen displaying “cunt n*1” on the screen. “Hey bitch where you at ?” A sassy voice said when you answered. “Hi to you too Darren. I’mmmmm-” You extend the last word as you enter past the gate seeing both of your friends far away ; Quinni with a large smile on her face looking at Darren’s phone, while they absentmindedly look around, visibly impatient. “-there.” You finally finish off your sentence and end the call abruptly.

Darren raises an eyebrow while Quinni looks around trying to find you. You finally make eye contact with her and wave energetically. You walk-run towards them with a large smile on your face. “Hi babessss I missed you !!” You exclaims while hugging them. “We did too !” The red haired girl quickly says while stimming.

You are abruptly cut by a girl brutally pushing you. “Dusty talked to meeee !” She exclaims while regaining her friend group without even apologising. “Okay rude.” Darren sneers while looking at her up and down. “What a bitch..” You continue. “Maybe she didn’t see us !” Quinni tries to defend the girl with her positivity. “Oh please check the material.” They remark and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oi there’s a sex map in the old stairwell called the incest map !” A girl suddenly shouts to everyone. “Oh babes let’s see this !” You giggle deviously while rubbing your hands, heading quickly towards the stairs quicker than light speed. You can’t help but love gossips, a shared passion with Darren. You feel this school year is going to be fun.

You look over the map, overwhelmed by information. Your eyes skim through the numerous names written here. Your gaze keep switching between the arrows and the caption, trying to understand the meaning of this map and the diverses secrets it can reveals.

Your smile immediately drops when you see your name inscribed on the formely white, now dirty greyish wall. Y/n, written in pink with 3 arrows connected to other names. Ant, your ex boyfriend. You broke up during summer but you stayed in good terms, you just understood that you were better as friend. He’s still a very close friend of yours. You look at the caption to see what the arrow means. Fuck. Well it’s true you stayed together almost 6 months after all, you had some sex at some point.

The next one is.. Malcom ? Who the fuck is Malcolm. You think you already heard his name once because he is a friend of Amerie, the girl who pushed you earlier. You don’t even reckon you’ve talked to him once. It says blowie. Whoever came with the fact that you gave that guy a blowjob is wrong. Where did that stupid rumour came from anyways ?

And the last one is Cash. “You’ve fucked with Cash ?” Darren blurts out, a little too loud for your taste. You look over at the boy in question, Cash, and you are horrified to see that he is already looking at you, probably after the almost public announcement that Darren did. You quickly look away, you cheeks heating up from embarrassment. “N-No ? I mean we only made out..” You reveal.

In fact, Cash and you did not fuck. It happened when you were 15, at a party. Cash wasn’t really a party guy but his friend basically forced him to come. Little did he know that the girl he has a massive crush on would be here too, you. You were in his class and he could not admit how sweet and amazing you are. You started to talk to him, excited to see an unexpected familiar face at this party.

You talked all night, and maybe it was the alcohol (it was) that made you reveal your feelings to each other, but no matter how it happened, you went upstairs in a room and made out all night. The kisses were so intense and romantic that it gave you butterflies. You have never felt such passion for anyone before. As for him, you were his first kiss but he was so fond of you no matter what.

Your heart was beating so fast, you wanted him so much, all of him. You put your hand under his shirt, and started to lift it up to get it off when he suddenly stepped back. He explained that he did not want to do more and you were obviously okay with that. Instead you cuddled all night and it was amazing.

You sigh at the memory, always regretful of not continuing talking to Cash after that event. You kind of both acted like nothing happened. None of you made a move so it ended like it started, just in a bliss of air.

Darren looks at you with a smirk on their face “Didn’t know eshays were your type girl..” they comment while looking at the map once again. “Well what about Ant huh ? Giving him a handjob being my back or what..” You snap back amused, referencing to Darren’s and Ant’s name being connected. They give you an annoyed look “Girl let me live, it was ages ago. We all make mistakes”. You can help but snort at their remark.

After some time, you all decide to return outside in order to discuss this important topic. You and Darren sit on a bench while Quinni stays up. “Okay whoever made that map is twisted.” You start, still thinking about who could do such a thing. Either a person who loves gossips more than you, which is hard to find, or a sick pervert. A chill runs down your spin as you imagine a stalker eyeing you and listening to your conversations.

“Yeah and how they said I have a lazy kebab while I didn’t even know what that was in the first place..” Quinni exclaims, still lost. “Don’t listen to them, they’re dumbasses.” Darren tries to reassure the girl.

“Imagine if it’s Phoebe..” You inquire ,squiting your eyes but a big curious smirk adorning your face, suspicious. “You mean the shady girl who’s always silent and observing everyone ?” Quinni asks. Daren grabs the bench to hold onto something and puts a hand up their mouth, shocked “Oh my god that would make so much sen-”.

They are cut off by the speakers making a bell sound, meaning an announcement coming. “Will the following students please meet at classroom 5D : Amerie Wadia, Harper McLean, Sasha So, Missy Beckett, Dustin Reid, Spencer White, Anthony Vaughn.” The principal announces.

“Sounds like a bunch of dickheads..” Darren snorts with laughter. “Darren Rivers” The speaker continues. “Damn it.” They mumble sternly. “Quinn Gallagher-Jones, Y/n Y/l.” The unpredictable voice says in a flat tone. “Shit-” “What ?” You and Quinni both exclaim after being called.

“Douglas Piggott, Malakai Mitchell.” The principal finally finishes with. You look at your friends, apprehensive. As far as you know, you think all of us were on the incest map. If this is the case your are all in big trouble.

You enter the class 5D and you sigh while sitting, already imagining the usual sermon they would be giving us. “I’m sure they’ll be handing us condoms, they always do that shit.” You tell your friends while resting your head on your hand.

“Oi Bee !” You hear a guy say. Bee was your nickname, Ant gave it to you after he came over and saw your plushie being one. He gave you that nickname so that you could be the bug couple, Ant and Bee. It was so cute. After some time it stayed, now mostly Ant and Spider, his friend, call you that.

You turn around to see none other than the man himself “Yeah Ant it’s me don’t cream your pants.” You say sarcastically. “You wish, also what’s up with you and Cash ? You literally never talked to him how is that possible ?” He declares referencing to the map.

You exhale some air from your nose and close your eyes. “First of all we didn’t fuck, okay ? It happened like two years ago and we just made out. And we’ve literally known each other since we were kids Ant, you’re late..” You explain slightly defensive.

It’s true that Cash and you don’t talk that much anymore. You were close mostly in primary school because he was the sweetest kid ever, and two years ago when you were in the same class and the “thing” happened. You definitely drifted off when he started to talk to eshays, then become one. You saw Douglas transforming into Cash. You couldn’t stand seeing him selling drugs and becoming a bad person, but you weren’t that close so you could not say anything.

The principal cuts you off your thoughts “Come on Douglas..”. Your eyes shot open and you immediately look up. Douglas, it reminds you of when you were young. When you used to go to his birthday parties, pet his duck, hang out in the park with many friends during vacations.. Those were the good times. When you were still innocent.

“Oi eshay bah !” Some people in the class shouts in unison. Cash flips them off before sitting on a random table. He didn’t really talk to anyone in the class.

“Oi brah, how come you’ve fuck Bee ?” Spider whistles to Cash, grinning at his friends, proud of his joke. “Shut up Spider, how many times do I have to tell you ? Ant hold your friend for fuck’s sake !” You bark back and roll your eyes, irritated by his stupid remark.

You accidentally make eye contact once again with Cash, he looks slightly lost and astounded, probably because of your sudden outburst to Spider. You hold your breath as you look at him, doe eyes staring directly into his soul. He blinks a few times before directing his head to the side, finally escaping your mesmerising eyes.

You stayed an hour in this class, talking about how you have to be careful with sex. Because yes, you were right, like always, it’s a sexual education class. How thoughtful of them to make you stay two more hours a week on your own free time !

All of this because of Amerie, she’s the one who made the incest map. She already had a bad reputation but right now, she is done for. Everyone hates her, which is understandable. They’re calling her “map bitch” and she lost all of her friends. You know she is being taught a lesson because what she did was wrong but you can’t help but feel bad for her.

You finally came back home after what felt like an entire 9-7 work shift and fall down on your bed in a star pose. You look up at the ceiling and sigh. You kind of forgot about Cash after 2 years but seeing him again raises a weird sensation in your chest. Is it nostalgia, anger or something else ? You can’t discern how you are feeling. Yet. Eventually you will, you always do.

A notification noise from your phone cuts you from your cogitation.

“cunt n*1 : they’re looking for staff where I work apply so we can judge clients tgt😘” A huff of air comes out of your nose as you smile. You’ll think about it.

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