#Add app to home screen

[robpegoraro]

One more step in my X exit: replacing its Android app with a home-screen Web shorcut

If you have to lurk on X for work, you should think about the harm-reduction option of uninstalling its app and creating a home-screen shortcut to its site.

Last week, X’s visible presence on my phone was an icon buried in the all-apps list, past where I’d usually scroll in that alphabetical index. This week, X’s icon is lodged next to the calendar widget on one of my home screens, ensuring I’m frequently reminded of that toxic platform. This is an overdue upgrade. Uninstalling X’s Android app and replacing it with a Web shortcut was the latest step…

[onemillionfurries]

"I would use this site more, but it doesn't have an app :(" do you not know how to type a website name into your phone browser? is that somehow difficult for you?? hello??????

[iiota]

i actually really like cohost. its unfortunate that not having an app means it wont catch on a super amount but im hoping that recently enough people join it to help it along because i remember hearing it was in danger

[passionfruitmango]

Damn wow I guess the only alternative for someone who can't use voice commands to set reminders (me) is to use pen and paper and hope I see the reminder in time

[nocturnalsleuth]

helped my mom set up a new phone tonight

jesus fucking christ

[twistedpink]

Whipped!Idia that gives you a spare key, and you use it so much that even the worst of ignyhide shut-ins know your face

Whipped!Idia that adds you on every app he has (no matter how anonymous he’s trying to be) and hooks you up with subtly matching profiles <3

Super whipped!Idia that spends a whole day looking over subreddits and couply arts and crafts tutorials for your birthday (you’re worth the cringe :/ )

Whipped!Idia that gets you added to Ortho’s interface right away, and he gives you so much leeway that you’d probably get away with murder even if Ortho had the video in 4K

Whipped!Idia that makes you gadgets to improve your quality of life (how’s he supposed to max his approval if the server’s laggy w/ your ancient phone??)

Factually, Idia is so whipped, that even if the cringiest + normiest classmate he has asked what your relationship is, he might respond! (Maybe.)

Whipped!Idia that basically explodes when you touch him.. “HOLYGLAZE i can’t believe I pulled like the meta limited ssr. I’ve gotta clip this.”

Whipped!Idia that probably won’t tell you how he feels, but you’ll know. Whether it’s the homework he does for you, or staring at you through his screen. He’s a little spoiled, sure, but he’ll get what he wants one way or another.

Yuu come home the kids miss you

[ittybittyfanblog]

Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) – Pt. 3

Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a (now skeptical!) player. That’s it, that’s the plot. A/N: I’ve already outlined the entire thing–now it’s just a matter of writing it, so don’t worry! Even if some chapters take me longer to update, I’m gonna finish this one way or another. Promise. *fingers crossed* Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, reader thinks she’s losing her marbles because of a certain someone

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6 - Pt. 7 - Pt. 8 - Pt. 9 - Pt. 10 - Epilogue

“Alright—okay, don’t be stupid,” You chant to yourself as you pace restlessly from the kitchen area of your studio, to the coffee table where you’ve set your phone lying facedown. “Just open the damn thing.” 

You’ve just arrived back at the condo a little past seven PM after a, frankly, productive—if not slightly distracted—day of running errands. You’re home, and you haven’t even got to unpacking the two paper bags (and a box) worth of groceries that were all but thrown carelessly on the kitchen counter, and already, you’re back to stressing over all the weird shit that's been happening to you.

Throughout the afternoon, you tried your hardest to resist the urge to check your phone, especially whenever you see the screen light up—whether it was in your hand or stashed away in your half-zipped fanny pack.

It’s at the most random times too, but always when you act on your unfortunate tendency to monologue your thoughts out loud. 

Sure, it could just be some random push app notifications. Text messages from the few people that hit you up on the weekends—invitations to hang out, maybe. A few newsletters you forgot to unsubscribe from if you’re unlucky. 

But you think the timing’s far too deliberate to be purely coincidental. 

“Do I get a dozen eggs or just half? What do I even need a dozen for?” (Phone vibrates)

“Oh, hey, Indomie’s on sale if you buy in bulk. How much for a box?” (Screen flashes. Twice.)

“Who the hell is holding up the line, damn–oh, it’s an old lady. Better hurry the fuck up, grandma.” (Screen flashes) “...Sorry! I didn’t mean that.” 

“Ughhh… my tummy hurty…” (Phone vibrates) “What—” 

“Everything’s perfectly normal. Just your average, sunny Saturday! You are an independent, capable adult… who’s fucking losing it.” (Screen flashes– after a minute interval) 

Of course, you have an inkling as to what’s—or who’s—blowing your phone up; in fact, he’s never left your mind since this morning.

So presently, you’re in the middle of having a small existential crisis over what that means, for you and your sanity. No big deal. 

You puff out your cheeks for a couple of seconds before letting out a deep breath. Don’t be a pussy. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to all of this. You’re— you’re not crazy. 

Landing heavily down in front of the low table, you finally grab your phone, hand shaking with the teensiest amount of trepidation. Not giving yourself any more time to think and second-guess, you flip it over, switching it back to Ring mode as you swipe up to see—

—a barrage of notifications; one popping up after another. 

Some of them are what you’ve expected: plain, old push notifications from banking apps, others from varying socials. There’s one from your mom. A reminder to email her the flight tickets you still haven’t gotten around to booking yet. 

And. Six banner notifications from the game. From… from—him. It’s something you’ve already braced yourself for. It doesn’t prepare you, however, for what they actually said. 

A knot grows in your chest, spreading rapidly like slithering twine as your mind tries, and somewhat fails, to make sense of what your eyes are seeing. 

Grab a dozen, sweetie. It won’t add much to the total cost, and you need that protein every morning. Cereal’s not gonna cut it. 

You really ought to lessen your sodium intake, kitten. (and) Do NOT get the box. Stop. 

Haha. A feisty one, aren’t you? 

Mmm, poor baby.

I– we can talk about this later when you get home.

Each notification contains a completely unique dialogue you’ve never seen before. A play-by-play commentary specifically in response to you—to your personal remarks from earlier, spoken out loud—that there is absolutely no way anyone could still pass this off as simply being system-generated. 

A faint ringing echoes in your ears as you slowly draw back, putting some distance between the onslaught of text and… you. You can’t seem to tear your gaze away from the screen, though. Even if the back of your head bumps against the seat edge of the sofa behind you from how far you’ve already leaned back. 

Blinking in stunned silence, the only thing you could croak out is a strained “what the fuuuck.” 

... Ping!

Still mustering the courage to face me? Don’t keep me in suspense, darling. 

The sudden message jolts you back to reality. You suck in a deep breath.

… Despite everything, you can’t help but find his nonchalant response to your gradual spiral into hysterics—because he knows—a little amusing. Also rude. But mostly funny. 

(It’s also probably just your brain’s last-ditch effort to find some semblance of control, but whatever.)

At this point, you know that you’re merely delaying the inevitable. Swallowing, you press on one of Sylus’ messages and it immediately boots up the game. 

Instead of soothing your nerves like it usually does, the orchestral background music from the loading screen puts you more on edge; your anxiety builds up to a crescendo, harmonious to the heralding of what you know will undoubtedly change the trajectory of your life. 

Dramatic, but true. 

48%... 82%... 98%...

There’s a hollow drop in your stomach when the screen—finally—reveals the familiar sight of the café. The golden ambient light enters your field of vision for a split second before your eyes flit reflexively to the man standing in the middle of the screen, whose presence commandeered your full attention.

He’s wearing his motorcycle jacket—the black one with the red and white thorn(?) accents, paired along the pair of leather pants with the iconic double zipper. Aside from the black zircon studs, he’s not wearing anything out of the ordinary. Nothing is looking out of the ordinary, actually. 

Holding your breath, you wait for the other shoe to drop. 

“Are you waiting for me to say hello? Then–” Sylus muses with an amused lilt to his voice, sauntering closer to flick “your” forehead. There’s a beat before he continues: “That’s my way of saying hello.” 

… Huh? 

That’s—this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. You… you don’t know what you were expecting, but this wasn’t it.

The man in front of you doesn’t look any different from how he usually does; the way that his… character animation (Should you call it that? It doesn’t seem right, given the circumstance, but you don’t know how best to describe anything anymore) flows is so–-so infuriatingly… normal. As if it’s just like any other day that you’ve logged in the game. 

Where did the sentience go? Why is he reciting lines he’s programmed to say? None of it adds up.

Your mouth tries to form words, but nothing comes out. With wide eyes, you helplessly gape at him. Speechless. For a moment, you feel like you’ve actually gone mad. 

A small “what’s happening?” slips past your lips. Your eyes dart across his face, trying to analyze every microexpression, any hint of sentience on him—in his eyes, in his movements. 

You find none. 

Mechanically, you exit the game.

“What the actual fuck?” You whisper-shout at nothing in particular, and maybe to the biggest cause of your current disconcertion; one who you thought… Who you were sure was—

-

-

Fuck it. It’s time to put your detective skills to work.

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ prada jungwon }

pairing: idol! jungwon x f. reader

contents: masturbation, sexting, cum play if you squint, soft-dom! jungwon, needy! reader, p in v, protected sex, kissing, making out, slight overstimulation, aftercare & fluff at the end <33

synopsis: idol jungwon who’s gone most of the night looking absolutely DELICIOUS at the prada event so you send some risky texts because he looks so hot you’re getting turned on. this leads to him coming home and fucking you.

i enjoyed writing this i hope you guys enjoy reading it ^_^ (w.c. 1.7k)

you and jungwon had been together for awhile now, so you were used to his hectic schedule and him being gone late at night or all night long. this doesn’t mean it sucked any less having him away from you so often. jungwon had only been home for two days before he had to turn around and spend practically all day at some prada event. it was nearing 10pm and jungwon had already been gone for hours. you kept seeing photos of him popping up on your feed and he looked so good.

his hair has been styled in an edward cullen esque fashion, exposed forehead and hair quiffed messily. a sleek black turtleneck sitting snug on his toned body, the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. black slacks and belt to match. he looked so fucking hot. and he was out having fun, looking so good, and here you were sitting in your shared bed chewing on your lip as you watched clips of your boyfriend walking around the prada store. there was one video in particular you couldn’t take your eyes away from, a short five second video that had your thighs clenching and heat starting to pool between your legs. he was just trying on some sunglasses, something completely innocent but he looked. so. damn. good. and in this moment all you wanted was his cock nestled inside of you as he fucked you silly.

with your phone in one hand, your free hand falls to the waistband of your shorts, dipping inside to apply pressure to your clothed heat. you hum lightly at the feeling, bringing your hand back up to slip past your underwear and directly onto your heat. you start moving your fingers slowly, paying extra attention to your clit. quiet moans start slipping past your lips and you begin to crave more. you remove your hand from your bottoms just long enough to shimmy them down and off of your legs. you spread your legs wider, not being constricted by the fabric of your shorts anymore. your hand dips back down, fingers circling over your drenched hole, you slide one finger in, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself, moans starting to pick up in volume as you imagine your boyfriends fingers in place of yours. your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger move’s expertly in and out of you. you add in a second finger, the stretch feeling so good but still not as good as when it’s your boyfriends fingers instead. your body begins to shudder every so often, your high getting close. you decide to remove your fingers from your hole, and move them up to your aching clit. rubbing circles as your whole body begins to shake, moans tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm hits. your fingers begin to slow down as you ride out your high, still panting from the initial hit.

as your orgasm finishes, an idea pops into your head. you grab your phone off the bed, it sitting face down next to you as it had fallen from your hand at some point. you open your messages app and pull up jungwons contact. you press the camera icon, opening up the application. you take your other hand a slide it up your heat, collecting your juices. your body jolts slightly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. you angle the phone to where you can see your bottom half in the screen, fingers resting on your mound. you hit the record button, showing off your shiny, wet pussy. then spending some time showing off your slick that’s on your fingers, slightly separating them to see a string of slick attached between the two. you angle to phone up to your face, bringing your other hand up at the same time. and you place your fingers in your mouth suckling on them slightly, then removing them with a pop. you press end video, watching your masterpiece before sending it to jungwon.

y/n: [attachment: 1 video]

y/n: i need you so badly right now wonie

you send an extra message with it, anxiety and excitement coursing through your veins as you watch the screen intently. waiting for his response. your eyes scan the screen nervously, finally seeing the small words “read 10:12pm” appear underneath your message. you chew on your lip nervously awaiting his response. you see three dots pop up indicating he is typing, then they go away, and for a moment, nothing. they finally pop up again after what feels like an eternity, and a message follows shortly there after.

won: i’ll be there shortly.

heat rises to your cheeks as you read the message. you weren’t expecting him to drop everything to come back home just because of your message. you lock your phone and wait in anticipation. about 20 minutes go by, and you finally hear the front door unlocking, opening and then closing. you feel as though all your senses are heightened. hearing every small noise made and feeling every vibration in the house. you see your boyfriends shadow appear at the door, causing you to look up and see him standing there, leaning against the doorframe. looking even sexier than he did in the videos.

“you could’ve gotten me in trouble y/n, what if my manager or one of the members had seen that?” he starts off with a light scolding before making his way over to you. your lip finds its way back under your teeth as you analyze his every move. you’re still sitting against the headboard, pantless, knees tucked to your chest slightly. he stops in front of you, towering over your sitting figure, and grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him. he takes your bottom lip under his thumb, pulling it from between your teeth, before lightly swiping it across the skin of your lip. he moves his hand to your cheek, caressing it slightly as you lean into his touch. “you’re so responsive, you really are needy for me huh?” he says. you nod eagerly, he leans down connecting his lips to yours in a kiss.

the kiss started off slow but picked up fairly quickly. before you knew it, your tongues were fighting for dominance and jungwon was leaning over top of you, at some point you ending up on your back. he broke from the kiss to trail kisses down your neck and the exposed parts of your collar bones. his fingers make their way to the hem of your shirt, “lets take this off yeah?” he says, you give him a nod, allowing him to remove your shirt from your body. his eyes immediately raking over your bare chest. “no bra? you planned this didn’t you?” he chuckles slightly. the hardness to his voice sending shockwaves straight to your core. “i-i didn’t… you just looked so good tonight won” you reply. he shakes his head at you, still chuckling slightly. he leans up off of you to rid himself of his own clothes. you rake your eyes down his entire body, mouth watering slightly at the sight of his hard cock.

he digs through the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a condom. quickly opening it and sliding it on his length. “i assume i don’t need to prep you as it seems you already did that yourself” he raises his eyebrow at you, and you nod shyly, heat rushing to you cheeks. he leans back over you, aligning his cock with your entrance, and slowly pushing inside you. you moan loudly, the feeling of him stretching you being absolutely euphoric. he groans slightly at the feeling of his cock being squeezed so well by your tight cunt. eyes squeezing shut as his head rolls back before coming around to face you again. his arms are planted on either side of you, your hands gripping his biceps, nails digging in slightly as he starts to move.

his thrusts pick up speed fairly quickly, and pretty soon you both are a moaning mess. jungwon taking time to lean down and kiss you ever so often, whispering praises in your ear about how well you’re taking him. his head falls into the crook of your neck, your arms wrapped around him as you hold him close. he’s still fucking into your cunt, his pace never faltering. he feels you start clenching around him signaling that your getting close, he brings his head up from your neck to pepper kisses on your face, before landing on your lips. he kisses you passionately, one of his hands traveling down to your heat, and rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you. you moan into the kiss, panting ever so slightly at the same time.

you feel your muscles begin to tighten and everything starts to feel too good, and before you know it your orgasm comes crashing down on you. legs shaking, and moans spilling past your lips. jungwon continues to thrust into you, chasing his own high while helping you ride out yours. you begin to feel overstimulated as his thrusts get sloppier, his own high about to hit. “s’ t-too much wonie” you cry out, fingers raking down his back. “be a good girl and take it” he says back to you. his hips finally start to stutter as he cums, his seed filling up the condom. his thrusts finally slow, and you can finally catch your breath. his pulls his cock out of you, and you whine at the loss of fullness, clenching around nothing.

jungwon peels the condom off, tying it before throwing it away. he throws his underwear back on and goes to the bathroom briefly enough to grab a towel. he makes his way back over to you, sitting next to you on the bed, parting your legs enough to clean up the mess you guys had made. your body shudders slightly, sensitivity still evident. he tosses the towel into the hamper, and opens a drawer to your dresser, grabbing you a fresh pair of underwear. he slides them onto you, grabbing your shirt and shorts, and putting them onto you next. he climbs back into the bed next to you, laying down and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close as you nestle your head into his chest. he caresses your head, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“thank you for coming home for me wonie” you smile up at him. he smiles back, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “you’re welcome sweetheart, this was way better than that after party anyways.”

.

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[transformativeworks]

We know Ao3 doesn't have an app and yet they keep popping app. That makes me feel that people want it and get exploited by the fake ones.

There isn't a plan to make one but, have a PWA been considered?

Hey chaoticneutralchocolate -

The main reason that apps pop up for AO3 is not because fandom folks want it, so much as app-making-folks want to monetize fans accessing fanfiction. All those apps? they have ads. that make the developer money.

Currently, we do not have an API (application program interface), which is needed to allow an app to interact with our servers. Developing such an interface and then the apps themselves (for the various mobile platforms) would take significant time and coder effort. It’s unlikely to happen while the Archive code is still rapidly changing, as this would require the apps to be updated for each change. You can see more details at our news post on the subject: https://archiveofourown.org/admin_posts/3390 .

Even a browser-based app interface would be a tremendous amount of work that we do not have the staffing (or inclination) to establish or maintain.

In the meantime, you should be able to access the fully functional Archive using your device’s browser with our mobile stylesheet, and to download works to read offline with an e-reader app. You can also add a link to the site on your home screen ( https://www.howtogeek.com/196087/how-to-add-websites-to-the-home-screen-on-any-smartphone-or-tablet/ ) for quick access!

I should note that, due to fannish response, the app stores removed a number of unofficial apps in 2020. See the Fanlore page for more information: https://fanlore.org/wiki/AO3_App_Wars

(if you see an app out there claiming to be AO3 or using our logo, send a message to OTW Legal and let them know the name of the app so they can look into it!)

I hope this answers your question!

~ Mod Remi

[aurorasulphur]

Disclaimer: none of these answers are official, and may not work for your particular use case. If there is a specific feature that an unofficial app had that you don't know how to replicate on the AO3, let me know in the notes and we might can crowdsource a solution.

A lot of people used the Archive Reader app to access stories on Archive of Our Own, and have been upset that the app is now charging to read longer than an hour a day. AO3 (and its parent organization, the OTW) has made it extremely clear in recent days that this app is unofficial and that there *is* no official app. They encourage people to use the website.

However, there are MANY reasons you might want an app, and in a bunch of those cases, there are ways to do those things without having to provide your login information to a random person running an app. Here is a round-up of solutions to the most common reasons I've seen people give for wanting an app instead of the plain AO3 website.

These solutions are based on the following assumptions:

You know what Archive of Our Own is

You often or primarily access it through a mobile device running iOS or Android

You understand what a browser is

You understand what a browser bookmark is

You understand what a site skin is

Edits:

Edited to clarify that you must be logged in to use custom site skins

Edited to add more tips and tricks from the reblogs

Edited to add new entry about notifications/emails

Edited to add new entry about reading statistics and the tracking thereof

I need a widget on my phone's homescreen, not just a browser bookmark.

You can do this with any website, not just AO3! Instructions here: https://www.howtogeek.com/196087/how-to-add-websites-to-the-home-screen-on-any-smartphone-or-tablet/

I need Dark Mode.

AO3 has a default site skin for Dark Mode, it's just called Reversi. Find it here, or at the bottom of any page on the website. https://archiveofourown.org/skins/929/

If you'd like Dark Mode on your whole browser (and you're on Android), sorrelchestnut has advice here: https://www.tumblr.com/sorrelchestnut/737869282153775104/if-you-want-dark-mode-and-dont-want-to-mess

I need to be able to read stories when I don't have internet.

Every work on the AO3 has a download button, so you can click on that and download the story for offline reading in the ereader app of your choice. More info on how to do that is in the AO3 FAQs: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/downloading-fanworks?language_id=en#accesslater

I need to be able to change the text size of the website itself.

If you have an AO3 account (and you should!!) you can do this with a personalized site skin! There is a simple tutorial here: https://www.tumblr.com/ao3skin/667284237718798336/i-have-a-request-if-you-dont-mind-could-you

I need to be able to change the text size in downloaded stories.

My personal recommendation: Don't download in PDF format. All the other formats you can download in can scale the text size up and down, assuming you open the work in the correct app. For me, I download works in EPUB format and read them on the built-in Books app on my iPhone. I hear good things about Moon Reader on Android as well.

I need to be able to replace Y/N in fics with an actual name.

ElectricAlice has a bookmarklet for that here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34796935

I need to be able to save specific tags and not have to search them up every time.

If you have an AO3 account (which you definitely should) then you can favorite up to 20 tags which will appear on the landing page. The AO3 FAQ explains how that works: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/tags?language_id=en#favtag

I need to be able to save specific filters and be able to apply them to any tag.

Reisling's beautiful bookmarklet has you covered: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33825019

I need to be able to permanently hide certain tags.

The best option is adding this to your site skin. (Must be logged in.) Instructions here: https://www.tumblr.com/ao3css/719667033634160640/how-to-permanently-filter-out-certain-tags-on-ao3

I also hear things about the AO3 Enhancements extension (just for Android/desktop, sorry iOS folks): https://www.tumblr.com/emotionalsupportrats/686787582579851265/browser-extension-everyone-on-ao3-should-know

I need it to save my place on the page and not reload.

This is really mostly a browser error--Firefox on iOS does this to me A LOT. Your best bet is to download the work and read it in an ereader app. A lot of people also will make an ao3 bookmark and write in the notes section which part they were at, but that assumes you aren't falling asleep while reading. (Which is the main reason I have this issue, lol.) For more info on bookmarks, see the FAQ: https://archiveofourown.org/faq/bookmarks?language_id=en#whatisbookmark

I need it to keep track of which stories I've already read/opened/kudos'd.

If you have an account (which you should) then the "My History" page keeps track of every fic you've ever clicked on. No, it isn't searchable or sortable, but it does exist. For fics you've kudos'd, I have yet to find a solution for iOS. For desktop or Android, you can use this excellent userscript: https://greasyfork.org/en/scripts/5835-ao3-kudosed-and-seen-history

@the-sleepy-archivist and @inkandarsenic have a solution for iOS here to use userscripts: https://www.tumblr.com/the-sleepy-archivist/737895174683885568/this-is-a-great-guide-one-thing-i-can-help-with and https://www.tumblr.com/inkandarsenic/737827438571192320/the-user-scripts-will-also-work-on-ios-there-are

I need an app because the website's search is terrible.

(I genuinely don't understand this one but I have seen it multiple times so on the list it goes!!) The search bar at the top of the screen is a keyword search. If you'd rather search within a specific field (like title or tag) then you'll want to click on the word "search" at the top of the screen and select Work Search or Tag Search. To search users, use People Search. To search Bookmarks, use Bookmark Search. (If this is you, please tell me what the heck you mean by "search is bad" and how an app helped with this.)

I need to be able to sort stories by date posted/number of bookmarks/alphabetical/etc.

You can do this using the filters sidebar. Pick a tag you want to filter on (like a fandom, character, or relationship) and then click on the "Filters" button. The sidebar will pop out and you can sort and filter on a boggling array of specifics. A good filtering guide: https://www.tumblr.com/saurons-pr-department/718665516093472768/if-there-is-something-you-dont-want-to-see-in

I need to be able to mark stories to read later.

AO3 has this feature built in! If you have an account (which you should) there is a "Mark for Later" option on every work.

Edit: Thispersonishuman reminded me that History and Mark For Later can be disabled, so if you're not seeing the Mark for Later option, check your settings.

I need to be able to listen to stories using text-to-speech.

Microsoft Edge web browser has a built in text to speech function. Supposedly it works on both iOS and Android, but I have not personally tested that. iOS also has a native accessibility feature in settings for text to speech that will work on the Books app, so I assume Android has a similar functionality. A bunch of people in the reblogs have more in-depth Android recommendations here: https://www.tumblr.com/protect-namine/737957194510794752/seconding-voice-aloud-on-android-for-tts-my, https://www.tumblr.com/smallercommand/737884523093704704/i-use-voice-for-tts-on-android-its-got-some, and https://www.tumblr.com/doitninetimes/737869463749263360/for-text-to-speech-on-android-you-can-also-check

I need to have in-app notifications for updates/I can't ever find story updates in among the rest of my emails/checking my email stresses me out.

Set up a separate email address using a free service like gmail, and use that email address JUST for AO3. Then the only emails in that inbox will be your story updates. I use Apple's Mail application for all my inboxes, but it's very easy to use the Gmail app instead, and you could log in to JUST the ao3 email and set it to notify for every email.

(Also as a general PSA: don't use your work, school, or military email as your AO3 email. Just don't.)

I want statistics like how many hours I spent reading, how many words I read, what my most read tags were, stuff like that.

So we've finally hit something that isn't easy and that requires a hell of a lot of manual work. Short version: AO3 does not track this data because they don't want to. (Mostly due to privacy concerns.) The lack of this tracking is a feature, not a bug. You can crunch these numbers yourself, but it will take a hell of a lot more effort, and it's something I personally found is not worth the effort the couple of times I have tried to crunch those numbers. If you are willing to download your history to an actual computer (not a tablet or chromebook) using Calibre, you can get a rough idea of your most popular tags via their tag browser, but it won't play nice with typos synned to a Common Tag (Canonical Tag/filterable tag) like ao3 does. (If anyone has used an app that gave you stats on this, please let me know in reblogs/replies/via ask how that worked because I am very curious.)

I need an app because <other reason>.

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[mapiforpresident]

The Secret Folder

Alexia x reader

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of your shared apartment as you lounged on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on Alexia’s phone. She’d handed it over to you earlier to look at a video her sister Alba had sent, but after you finished, curiosity got the better of you.

“Do you have any cute pictures of Nala?” you called out. Alexia, who was in the kitchen making a smoothie, gave a distracted hum of agreement.

“Should be a whole album,” she said without looking back.

Grinning, you navigated to her photos app, and sure enough, there was an album dedicated to Nala. You scrolled through the pictures, laughing at a particularly funny one where the dog’s ears were sticking up in opposite directions.

But then something caught your eye—a folder labeled with a single emoji: 🔒.

It wasn’t in her usual style to use something so cryptic, and your curiosity piqued instantly.

“Lex, what’s this?” you asked, holding the phone up as you clicked on the folder.

“Wait—what?” she said, her tone suddenly sharp as she spun around, eyes wide with alarm.

You blinked as the folder opened, revealing at least 100 videos—TikTok edits. Specifically, TikTok edits of you.

The first one that auto-played was set to a dramatic song, showing a montage of your highlights from the season.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you stared at the screen.

Alexia rushed over, smoothie forgotten on the counter. “No, no, no! You weren’t supposed to see that!”

You could barely breathe, both from shock and the overwhelming urge to laugh. “Are these all…?”

“Stop!” she groaned, snatching at the phone, but you held it out of her reach.

“Alexia Putellas,” you said dramatically, standing up as you began scrolling through the folder. “You have a whole folder of TikTok edits of me?!”

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she crossed her arms, glaring at you in sheer embarrassment. “It’s not what it looks like!”

You raised an eyebrow, playing another video. This one was a compilation of your funniest moments during training, overlaid with the caption like when she’s funny and hot.

“Lex,” you teased, biting back a laugh, “this definitely looks like what it looks like.”

“I thought I had a lock on that folder!” she muttered, covering her face with her hands.

You grinned, loving how flustered she was. “Do you, like, watch these when I’m not home? Or when you’re bored? Is this what you’re doing on long flights?”

“Stop,” she whined, but her lips were twitching, betraying the smile she was trying to suppress.

You leaned in, lowering your voice in mock seriousness. “Be honest. Which one’s your favorite?”

She groaned again, grabbing a throw pillow and burying her face in it.

Your teasing softened as you set the phone down and wrapped your arms around her. “Lex, this is actually really sweet,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Sweet?” she mumbled into the pillow, peeking up at you with one eye.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “It’s nice to know you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

That made her laugh, finally lowering the pillow. “I’m not obsessed. I just… like seeing you. You make me proud.”

Your heart melted at her words, and you kissed her properly, pouring all your affection into the gesture. When you pulled back, her cheeks were still pink, but her embarrassment seemed to have eased slightl.

“For the record,” you said with a grin, “I’m totally telling Mapi about this.”

“Don’t you dare,” she warned. But you did and Mapi teased her about it every single day, and sent her a few to add to her collection.

~~~

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[aingeal98]

Barbara Gordon tech genius alright. Knows every coding language and invented some of her own, can break into any device in under 5 minutes whether it's Tim's phone or the Pentagon servers. Can actually tell useful algorithms that are labelled AI from the nonsense people are trying to market nowadays. Will likely end up building her own actual AI far beyond what current tech dreams of and more impressively will not have it go rogue and destroy everything.

Jim Gordon on the other hand? Still struggles with a smartphone. Never knows how to use a camera during video calls. People tell him to download an app and he stares helplessly before asking if there's another way. Pays in cash nine times out of ten and refuses to do Internet banking because he doesn't trust the system.

All this to say the reason Babs, Cass and Jim don't do family dinners very often is that it always descends into using Babs as tech support. Jim complains about a problem, Cass offers the age old ever useful advice "ask Barbara to fix it.", and Babs sighs and gets ready to show her dad how to add someone on WhatsApp. Again. How is she the only person in this family who can use a touchscreen without accidentally exiting to the home screen? At least Cass can order the computer to do things, Jim is just hopeless.

[ateezscupid]

─── 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝒀𝑶𝑼.. ꕮ 002 ─ Gentle Illusion.

SUMMARY / After the dreamy encounter with you at the club, he uses his anonymous dating profile to add you on the app. He structures this fake identity to appeal to you. You don't know it's Yunho; you think it's some random guy. Little do you know, he's watching your every move.

WARNINGS ✩ Sensitive Topics!! (death, murder, stalking), Winter, Yunjin, and Wony mentions (they're your friends), Yunho is literally fighting demons not to kill reader

WORD COUNT ✩ 5.1k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia @hoe4yunho @prettylilack @lustfxq @shownumiss @hwxbibi@nneteyamss @joonhasjiminsjams @herpoetryprincess @napipope-ta @wyrated @leeseokiwi @trinityobsessesovatings @kittykat-25 @yourallaround-simp @ewsnup @kysstar @tunafishyfishylike

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST / REQUEST ─── Next Chapter ౨ৎ 

When you got home that night, you hadn't realized you left without getting Yunho's number or anything. The encounter had been so surreal, like a fleeting moment in a crowded room that could easily be forgotten. But as you lay in bed, his kind eyes and gentle smile remained etched in your mind, a stark contrast to the usual faces at the club.

You turned over in your bed, the memory of Yunho's smile lingering like the faint scent of his cologne on your shirt. You had never felt so drawn to someone you had barely talked to. His attentiveness and genuine concern for your safety had been refreshing, a stark contrast to the usual attention-seeking guys you met at clubs.

"Stupid, annoyingly hot, guy." You murmured to yourself as you swiped through the endless sea of profiles on the dating app. You had been feeling lonely lately, and your friends had insisted you give online dating a shot. "But who would I even match with?" You wondered, your nails tapping against the screen.

Then, a notification popped up. It was a new match. You clicked on the profile, expecting to find yet another face that didn't spark your interest. But this time, it was different. He had pictures of his art, a dog, and a bio that read: "Looking for someone to share quiet nights with."

You were a tad skeptical. He didn't have a single picture of himself on his profile, not much talking about himself in the description either. But there was something intriguing about the mystery that kept you clicking. His profile was a breath of fresh air compared to the self-centered profiles that often filled the app.

You bit your lip and swiped out of the app, opening your contacts and calling your friend from last night. "Hey, remember that guy at the club?" You asked, hoping she had snagged his info.

"What?" she sounded groggy. "I'm, like, suuuper fucking hungover. What's up?"

You laughed, "Sorry, I know it's early. Did you get the number of that guy who helped me out last night?"

"No because I was about to start projectile vomiting. I don't remember shit from last night." She groaned, clearly not in the best state to be of help. You sighed, feeling a little disappointed. "But wait, he didn't tell you his name?"

You thought back to the conversation you had with him. "No, but he told me not to call him mysterious stranger all night."

Your friend laughed, "Well, that's not helpful."

"…I just said… he didn't give me a name." You said, slightly annoyed at the lack of help but understanding her condition. You decided to let it go and focus on the mysterious match instead. His profile was simple yet intriguing. The art was a mix of abstract and surrealism, the dog looked like a sweet golden retriever, and his desire for quiet nights resonated with your introverted soul.

"Uh, that's not what I called you for, though. I was on that dating app you told me to get and this really weird profile just added me. It's got no pictures, but something about it is… I don't know, it just feels right?" You shared your thoughts with your friend.

"Girl, slenderman is gonna kill you or something." Your friend said, her voice thick with sarcasm. But despite her joking tone, you couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement mixed with a hint of unease. You had been scrolling through countless profiles filled with selfies and half-hearted bios, but this one had caught your attention. It was almost too good to be true.

"Every other account on here is like, the average fuckboy. But this one… it's like, actually interesting," you said, scrolling through the art-filled profile.

"Well, if he's got no pics, he's probably either a catfish or a killer," your friend mumbled, the sound of a toilet flushing in the background. "But hey, if you're into that sort of thing, go for it. Just don't tell the cops I didn't warn you."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics and ended the call, unable to shake off the curiosity. You clicked the 'chat' button and sent a simple message: "Hi, I'm Y/N. What's your name?"

The response came quickly, "Hello Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Kang."

Yunho remembered your smile.

He remembered the way your eyes lit up when he had offered you his jacket, and how your cheeks had turned a shade of pink that matched the strobe lights. The conversation had been brief, but he had felt a connection that was as palpable as the bass thumping through the floor. Yunho knew he had to see you again.

But of course, Yunho wasn't just any guy. His heart raced as he thought of his dark secret. He had been watching you, learning about your tastes and habits, all the while crafting the perfect digital persona to reel you in. The art in his profile? All stolen from other artists, carefully selected to match your aesthetic preferences. The golden retriever? A random picture found online, chosen because it seemed like the kind of dog you'd love.

The second he got home, he was quick to look your name up on any social media app he had on his phone. Thank god your name wasn't common. It didn't take long for him to find you, with your profile picture being a cute selfie with your cat, Toadie. He studied your pictures, the way you posed with your friends, the books you liked to read. He learned your favorite color was mint green and that you had an unhealthy obsession with avocados.

He went through your friends profiles too, learning who was who in your life.

Winter, who posted pictures of her travels and her love for books, seemed like someone you'd actually get along with. But she was a friend of a friend, not someone you knew well. The way she talked about the places she'd been and the stories she'd read made her seem so much more exciting than the guys who talked about their gym routines and job promotions.

Wonyoung, the clearly the friend you were closest to. She was pretty and bubbly, but had a sharp wit that could cut through any bullshit. Her profile was a rainbow of colors, filled with selfies with her adorable puppy, and motivational quotes. She was the glue that held your friend group together, always planning the next outing or get-together.

And last was Yunjin. She was the friend who told you to go to the club with her, the one who had promised she'd stay sober so she could keep an eye on you but ended up face down in the toilet later that night anyway. Her profile was a mix of party pictures and photos of her art, which was surprisingly good. Yunho could see that she had a wild streak, but there was something genuine in the way she interacted with the people around her. She had a heart as big as the smile on her face.

When he was done looking through your friend's profiles, he went back to yours, his finger hovering over your picture. He felt a strange sense of warmth as he studied your face. Yunho had never felt this way before, not about any of the other women he had pursued. He wanted to learn everything about you, to understand what made you tick.

You had your full name as your display name, which made it all too easy for Yunho to trace you. With a few clicks, he found your Tiktok profile, filled with videos of your life. The way you laughed with your friends, the art you created, the quiet moments with Toadie, all laid out like a book waiting to be read. He studied your videos, the way your hair fell across your face when you laughed, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about the books you loved.

He watched your stories from the night before, seeing the chaos of the club through your perspective, the flashing lights and the sea of people, and he felt a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. He knew where you'd be that night, but he had never expected to find someone like you. Someone who didn't just catch his eye, but captured his attention in a way that was…different.

Yunho meticulously studied each video, noticing the way your hand trembled slightly when you talked about your art, revealing the nervousness that you tried so hard to hide in person. He saw the spark of excitement in your eyes when you talked about your favorite author, the way your voice lit up when you recommended a new book. And he watched the way you interacted with your friends, the gentle teasing and the shared laughs, the genuine joy that radiated from your screen.

He went as far as looking up your full name on Google, the thrill of the chase coursing through his veins like a drug. To his surprise, a local news article popped up from a few years back. It was about a charity event you had organized in your hometown. You had raised funds for the local animal shelter, and in the photo, you were surrounded by happy, wagging tails and smiling faces. His heart skipped a beat, the warmth spreading through his cold, calculated mind.

And for a moment, all murderous feeling faded away. The articles on the screen painted a picture of you that was so vivid and real bjm,., he could almost reach out and touch it. Yunho had always been fascinated by the complexity of the human psyche, but you were more than just a puzzle to solve or a target to claim. You were someone who had made an actual difference in the world.

The articles talked about your dedication to the animals, your selflessness, and the joy you brought to those around you. It was as if someone had shone a light on the parts of you that he hadn't seen before, and it was blinding. He felt a strange tug in his chest, something foreign and unsettling. He wasn't used to feeling this way about his victims, and it scared him.

And when the notification popped up that you had matched with 'Kang', his heart skipped a beat. He was finally in. He had you right where he wanted you. Yunho had spent hours crafting this profile, making sure it was perfect. He knew what you liked, what you didn't, and he had tailored it all to appeal to you.

"Nice to meet you Kang," you replied back, feeling a strange comfort from the anonymity. You had been feeling lost lately, unsure of what you wanted in life or in a relationship. Your friends had been pushing you to put yourself out there, insisting that you needed to move on from your ex. But the thought of dating again had left you feeling more overwhelmed than hopeful.

Yunho felt his heart race as he typed out his response. He had to be careful, not to scare you off. "What do you enjoy doing in your free time, Y/N?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation casual and light.

"I like to paint and read," you replied, the words appearing on the screen as if you were speaking them aloud. "What about you, Kang?"

Yunho felt a thrill at the mention of painting. He knew that was something you enjoyed; he had seen the art supplies scattered across the floor of your room in the background of one of your TikToks. "I'm actually quite fond of art myself," he said, smiling as he typed. "I enjoy creating it in my free time."

"Really?" You replied, feeling a spark of excitement. "What's your favorite medium to work with?"

"I'm versatile," Kang typed, "But I lean towards oil on canvas. It allows for a depth of emotion that I can't achieve with other materials."

You felt your heart flutter at his answer. It was like he had read your mind. "That's so cool. I've always wanted to try that but I'm more of a watercolor kind of girl. It's soothing, you know?"

"Ah, watercolor," Kang responded, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "It has a delicate beauty to it, like the way a soft rain kisses the pavement. Have you ever tried painting in the rain?"

You laughed, "No, but it sounds like a fun idea. Maybe a bit messy, though."

"It's all about embracing the chaos," Kang said. "But if you're more of a cozy night in person, I totally get that. So, what's the last book that really made you feel something?"

You thought for a moment before answering, "The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. It's a beautiful retelling of the Trojan War from the perspective of Patroclus. The love between him and Achilles is just… wow."

Kang's response was swift, "Ah, a classic tale of love and war. I've always enjoyed mythology. It's fascinating how stories from centuries ago still resonate with us today."

You nodded in agreement, even though he couldn't see you. "Yeah, it really makes you think about how little we've changed, you know? People still love and hurt each other the same way."

"True," Kang said, his voice thoughtful. "Do you believe in fate, Y/N?"

For a while, you didn't respond. You weren't sure how to answer. Fate was a concept that had always intrigued you, but it was something you didn't often ponder. "I guess I do," you finally replied. "I mean, there are moments in life that feel like they're meant to be, you know?"

"I understand what you mean," Kang said. "It's as if the universe aligns the stars just right, and suddenly you're standing in front of the person you're destined to be with."

You felt a warm blush creep up your cheeks. "That's a bit much for someone I just met on a dating app."

"But isn't that what life is all about?" Kang responded. "The unexpected meetings that lead to the most beautiful connections?"

You couldn't argue with that. "I guess so. It's just weird to think that fate could be playing matchmaker on a dating app."

Kang chuckled, his voice light and easy. "Why not? Technology has a way of bringing people together in the most unexpected ways. Plus, it's a chance to meet someone you might not have encountered otherwise."

"True." you tap your nails on the screen, trying to figure out what else to say. "Why don't you have any pictures of yourself on your account?" You ask, your curiosity piqued.

"Ah," Kang replied, "I prefer to keep my art as the focus. Plus, I've had some bad experiences with photos in the past."

You nodded, understanding the need for privacy in the digital age. "Fair enough. So, the only time I'd see your face is if we met outside the app?"

"Exactly," Kang said. "But I promise, I'm not hiding anything unpleasant. I just want to get to know you without the distraction of looks."

"That's pretty cool," you said, feeling a sense of relief. You had been worried he might be hiding something sinister. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a freelance artist," Kang replied, keeping his voice casual. "It's a bit unpredictable, but I enjoy the freedom it gives me to express myself."

"That's amazing," you said, genuinely impressed. "I wish I could do that full time."

"What do you do?" Kang asked, his curiosity genuine.

You thought for a moment before answering, "I'm just a regular barista. It's nothing special, but it pays the bills."

Kang's response was quick, "Don't sell yourself short, Y/N. There's something magical about making someone's day with a perfect cup of coffee. It's a form of art in its own way."

"Sure. Making people their favorite drink is like, my art form," You said with a chuckle. "But enough about me. Tell me more about your art. What's your favorite piece that you've created?"

Kang paused, his mind racing with thoughts of the countless lives he had ended. But he had to keep up the facade. "I have a piece called 'Whispers of the Wind'. It's an abstract of the first snowfall, capturing the moment when the world goes quiet."

"That sounds beautiful," you replied, picturing a serene landscape with soft brushstrokes of white. "I'd love to see it sometime."

"You would?" Kang's heart skipped a beat. He had never shown anyone his actual work, fearing the connection it would reveal. But with you, it felt different. "Maybe one day I could show it to you in person," he offered, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Maybe tonight? I have nothing to do." You suggested, feeling a rush of excitement.

Kang's heart raced as he read your message. Meeting you in person was a risk, but he couldn't resist. He needed to see the spark in your eyes again, to hear your laugh echo through the quiet spaces of his soul. "That sounds perfect," he typed back, trying to keep his excitement in check.

That night, you struggled on picking out an outfit. You had Wonyoung and Winter on face time with you, while Yunjin was rummaging through your closet. They had all insisted on helping you get ready for your first date, despite the fact that it was with a guy they hadn't met.

"Is this cute?" Yunjin held up a red dress with a plunging neckline.

"When did Y/N even get that?" Winter moved closer to the screen, peering at the dress. "It's a bit much for a first date, don't you think?"

"I gave it to her!" Wony backed away from the camera, her eyes wide. "It's not like she's going to wear it to serve coffee, right?"

You laughed, taking the dress from Yunjin and holding it against yourself. It was indeed a bit much for a first date, but something about the way it made you feel, bold and fiery, was tempting. "Maybe not." You said with a grin. "But I'll save it for when we're a bit more… acquainted."

"Oh, okay sexy." Yunjin grinned mischievously, tossing the dress onto your bed. "But you've got to wear something that says 'I'm not just your average coffee date'."

"Make her wear something cute! Maybe that blue sweater with the little stars on it," Wonyoung suggested, her voice coming through the speaker.

"Ew! No! Remember when we put it in the wash and it got ruined?" You said, scrunching your nose at the screen.

"What about the black dress you wore when you and Yunjin went to the club?" Winter asked, munching on some chips in the camera.

You nodded, "That's a good idea. It's simple but makes me feel like I've got my shit together."

"You should wear, like, a jacket or cardigan over it or something. It's supposed to be chilly tonight," Wonyoung added, her voice muffled by a mouthful of chips.

"Yeah, good call," you said, already picturing the outfit. A black dress, a warm cardigan, and your favorite boots. Simple yet stylish, just like 'Kang' had mentioned in his profile. You didn't want to go overboard, but you wanted to make a good impression. You had a feeling that he was someone special.

"Hurry and go to your date!" Wonyoung said, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look amazing!"

Yunjin grabbed her phone, looking you up and down and nodding to herself. "You're gonna look so cute." she then looked at her phone, waving at Winter and Wony. "We did good!"

You blushed at the compliment, "Thanks, guys." You felt the nerves kick in. This was it. Your first date in what felt like forever. You slipped into the dress, feeling the material hug your curves in all the right ways. You paired it with the cardigan and boots, just as Wonyoung suggested. Looking in the mirror, you felt a sense of confidence that you hadn't felt in a long time. You took a deep breath and headed out the door.

You sat patiently on a bench in the park he told you to meet him at, your heart racing with every rustle of leaves in the breeze. The cold air made you shiver, but you had dressed for the occasion, just as your friends had advised. The simplicity of the black dress made you feel elegant yet approachable, the cardigan adding a touch of comfort to the look. You checked your phone again; you were five minutes early.

"Y/N?" A voice rang from behind you. You recognized that voice. It was Yunho.

"Mystery guy?" You turned around to see a man standing a few feet away, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark-rimmed glasses. He was dressed casually in a navy sweater and jeans, with a beanie pulled down low over his forehead. He looked nothing like the recluse you had met at the club, but there was something about him that was eerily familiar.

"What, are you following me?" you stand up, chuckling as you recognize him. But the humor quickly drains from your voice as you realize you didn't know he'd be here.

"Uh, I was on the dating app and I saw your profile and…I don't know, I didn't want you thinking I was stalking you or anything." Yunho's voice was smooth, a stark contrast to the jittery feeling in your stomach.

"So you made a fake identity to talk to me with?" You cross your arms, trying to hide the sudden disappointment that washed over you. You had been looking forward to meeting 'Kang', but now it felt like you had been deceived.

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise. "Uh, would you hate me if I said yes…?" He took a step closer, his voice laced with an awkward charm. "I just wanted to get to know the real you, without any preconceptions."

"So then…what's your real name if it's not Kang?" You questioned, your voice skeptical.

"Uh, it's uh, Yunho," he said, shifting his weight nervously. "I know it's weird and I'm sorry. I just, y'know, didn't want you to make any assumptions about me."

You felt your arms drop to your sides. The admission was weird, but he had a point. You had been the one to suggest the meeting. "I guess that's fair. You're lucky you're attractive."

Yunho chuckled, looking you up and down before taking a seat next to you on the bench. "Thanks for meeting me. I promise, I'm not as weird as this seems." He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He had never felt this nervous before a kill.

For some reason, he was aware of everything now. The way your breath formed little clouds in the cold air, the way your eyes searched his for answers. He felt a strange thrill knowing he had you there, in the palm of his hand. And to top it all off, the park wasn't full. It was perfect, the quietness of the night only pierced by the occasional distant laughter of a couple passing by.

You were the one talking the entire time, and he listened. He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. It was like he was drinking in every word you said, memorizing the way your lips moved. You talked about your love for animals and how you wished you could spend more time at the shelter. You spoke of your dreams to one day open your own art gallery, showcasing not just your own work, but that of other local artists who didn't get the recognition they deserved.

He admired your beauty, your passion, and your kindness. You were an open book, sharing your thoughts and dreams without a single filter. The way you spoke about your love for art, your hope to make a difference in the world, it was all so…pure. He had never met someone like you before. Yunho found himself smiling, a genuine smile that didn't feel forced or rehearsed.

But there was a war raging in his mind. The whispers of his darker self were growing louder, urging him to take what he wanted. He had done it before, so many times. Yet, something held him back. Was it the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your art, or the softness of your voice when you spoke about your pets? He wasn't sure, but he knew he didn't want to see that light extinguished.

He felt the knife sheathed in his pocket, the weight of it a constant reminder of his true nature. Yet, as he listened to you speak, the voices grew quieter. He found himself lost in your words, the passion behind them, and the dreams you held in your eyes. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a strange warmth that filled the emptiness within him.

Yunho's hand twitched, his thumb tracing the outline of the knife, feeling the comfort of its cold metal. But as he looked into your eyes, he realized he didn't want to snuff out the light that shone there. For the first time, the urge to kill was not all-consuming. There was a conflict within him, a battle between the monster he had become and the man he once was, or perhaps the man he had never truly allowed himself to be.

"You know, you haven't said a single word since we've sat down." You looked over at Yunho, your smile fading a bit. "Is everything okay?"

"Huh?" Yunho blinked, coming back to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just…I was lost in thought." He forced a smile, trying to push the dark thoughts away.

"Oh, well," you chuckled, nudging his shoulder playfully, "you're the artist. I figured you'd be lost in your thoughts."

Yunho felt his heart thump in his chest, the voices in his head momentarily silenced by your touch. He had never felt this way before. Usually, his targets were just that: targets. But with you, there was something more. The urge to keep you safe, to be the person you needed, was overwhelming.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill her. The whispers grew louder in Yunho's head, a cacophony of his darkest desires demanding satisfaction. Yet, as he stared into your eyes, the voices grew faint, like a distant echo in a vast, empty hall. But the urge to end your life, to add your name to the list of forgotten souls, was there, and it was driving him mad.

"It's getting late." You glanced at your phone, the screen casting a soft glow on your face. "I should probably head home."

Yunho felt the whispers in his head grow louder, his hand tightening around the knife. But then you leaned in, your eyes searching his. "Thank you for a lovely evening, Yunho. I had a really good time."

"D-Do you need a ride?" Yunho's voice was unsteady as he offered, the knife in his pocket feeling heavier than ever before. The voices in his head were screaming for him to act, but as he watched you, something within him was begging to stay his hand.

"It's fine, really. I can take the bus." You looked up at him, the light from the streetlamp casting shadows across your face.

"You really want to take the bus this late at night?" Yunho's question was genuine, the concern in his voice palpable despite the chaos in his thoughts. He didn't want you to be out here alone, didn't want you to be vulnerable to the dangers of the night, even if those dangers were standing right beside you.

You squint your eyes for a moment and smile, "No, I'll be okay. But thanks for the offer." You start to get up from the bench, but Yunho's hand shoots out, gently grabbing your arm.

"Please, let me drive you home," he says, his voice urgent. "I don't like the idea of you being out here alone. Y'know, the girls who are going missing and stuff."

You bite your lip, considering his offer. It's true, it's late and the walk home isn't exactly short. But something about the urgency in his tone makes you hesitate. "Okay," you finally agree. "But just a ride. No funny business."

"Of course." Yunho nodded, his grip on your arm tightening slightly before he let go. He didn't know how long he could keep the beast at bay, but he didn't want tonight to be the end for you. He walked you to his car, the cool metal of the knife in his pocket a stark contrast to the warmth of your hand as it brushed against his.

As he opened the door for you, the whispers grew louder, taunting him with visions of what could be. But he shoved them aside, focusing on the gentle smile you gave him as you slid into the passenger seat. He got in and started the engine, the quiet hum of the car filling the tense silence.

The drive to your place was a blur. The streets were mostly empty, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement creating a serene yet eerie atmosphere. You talked about your job, your friends, your love for art and animals. Each word was a dagger to his heart, a reminder of the life you had, the life he could never truly be a part of. Yet, he listened intently, his eyes never leaving the road.

The whispers grew louder in his mind, a cacophony of voices that had driven him to commit his heinous acts. They urged him to end you, to add your name to his list of conquests. But with every word you spoke, every laugh that echoed in the car, he felt a strange warmth spread through him. It was as if your very presence was a balm to his tortured soul.

Yunho's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep the urges at bay. He had never felt this torn before. Normally, the thrill of the hunt and the eventual kill brought him a twisted sense of peace, but with you, all he felt was fear—fear of losing the one person who had managed to get under his skin without even knowing his darkest secrets.

You chatted away, oblivious to the battle raging in his mind. The warmth of the car was a stark contrast to the coldness of the night outside, and the scent of your perfume filled the small space, wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He found himself leaning closer to you, breathing in the sweet floral scent, trying to burn it into his memory.

When he finally made it to your house, the tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife—if he had allowed himself to reach for it.

"Thank you." your voice filled with genuine warmth, and Yunho felt a pang of guilt. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist seeing you again, even if it meant fighting his own nature.

"Do you, uh, want to come in for a coffee?" You asked, peering up at him with hopeful eyes. "It's the least I could do after you drove me home."

Yunho felt the whispers scream in protest. He knew he should say no, keep the distance between you both, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. "Sure."

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update: now posted to ao3

Buck is a few shots deep (when did he switch to shots?) with his new bar buddy. An attractive older guy who, as it turns out, also used to work at the 118 under Captain Nash.

"You worked with Bobby?" Buck lights up and rambles on before the guy can answer. "That means you must've worked with Hen and Chim, right?"

The guy mumbles a few things that Buck can't hear, and probably doesn't want to, before confirming he worked with Hen and Howie.

"Yeah, right. Howie. You know he married my sister? Gave me the cutest little niece." Buck beams and pulls out his phone to show off the album of Jee Yun photos. And then the other thought strikes again.

They look about the same age. It's possible, he thinks. Well, it's not impossible. Buck goes to pocket his phone again, only he misses his shirt entirely and it clatters on the table.

"Sorry 'bout that, uh, so if you worked with them- did you, uh, work with, uh, T-tommy? Tommy Kinard?"

Why is the name that used to slide off his tongue so easily now trip and stutter like it doesn't belong there?

The guy laughs, not seeming to notice Buck's elocution issues, and takes another shot. “Fuck, I’m getting too old for this shit.”

He spins the empty shot glass like a top. “Kinard? Yep, sure did. One of the best partners I could've asked for. At least he got to leave on his own terms.”

Buck furrows his brow, something familiar scratching at the back of his tequila addled brain. “What, uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t,” the guy says matter of factly.

“But, you seem like a nice guy, so I'll tell you," he adds with a wink. "It’s Deluca. Sal Deluca.”

Buck's heard the name, a few stories here and there. Heard he moved to the 122, but doesn't know why.

"You transferred, right?" Buck asks cautiously.

The guy - Sal - shrugs his acknowledgement. "More or less. Anyway, I guess I better amend my introduction then. It's actually Captain Deluca. But Sal is fine. Or just Deluca."

"Buck."

Sal looks at him like he's got three heads. "Is that something new the kids are saying these days or...?"

"No, uh, 's m'name. Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but you can call me Buck."

Sal studies him for a second before holding a hand out. "Nice to meet you, kid."

They shake hands and Buck thinks about the way Sal called him 'kid'. It's not like when Tommy said it. More like Bobby or Chim. Familial.

"Sorry to drink and run, but I gotta get home," Sal says, pushing out of his chair. "Wife's gonna kill me if I'm home too late."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Maybe I'll see you around."

"Yeah, maybe." Then he's throwing some cash on the table and walking away.

~~~~~

As soon as he's out of sight, Sal taps on the camera app. It's probably a little unethical to surreptitiously be taking photos of the kid- Buck- but it's for a good cause.

Once upon a time he might have tried to pick him up, something about the kicked puppy look pulls at his heartstrings. Among other things. But now he's a happily married man with a whole brood to think about. Gina really would kill him, decorated fire captain or not.

He swipes over to messages and fires off a quick text.

Met your boy tonight. Christ Kinard he’s as bad as you. Should really put yourselves out of your collective misery.

It doesn't take long before the bubbles appear.

I did, remember? It's better this way.

Sal attaches the picture this time.

Better for who, exactly?

The bubbles appear and disappear again, until his screen eventually goes dark and no more responses come. Sal sighs and gets in the cab of his truck, contemplating another text, but ultimately decides against it. Tommy will talk when he's ready.

He steals another glance through the giant plate glass window where Buck is still sitting, sullen and lost, albeit with what looks like water this time.

"I hope it works out, kid, and he doesn't wait too long." Sal pushes aside the phantom acrid scent of a dinner forgotten in the oven while they fucked on the kitchen floor, the fear in Tommy's eyes when Sal asked when they could tell people about them. Because it had been months of sneaking around to each other's apartments. Of being more than just work partners- or so he thought. "Maybe he'll get his head out of his ass before it's too late this time."

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HI POOKIE. I saw you had requests opens

Self aware CRK but they turn somewhat humanoid when they come through… maybe even willing darling y/n with cuddle hc’s?

I request you add whoever you like. Pure vanilla and Shadow milk are my favorites tho…

Love the image!

Characyers: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

Also, let me know if any of you want to see my drawings of Human Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

So, you had been playing Cookie run for a little over 3 months and had been growing your collection of amazing 2D cookies. You would rant about troubles to them, thinking you just lost it after all, they're just fictional cookies after all.

What you didn't know ow then is that they were listening, watching, and growing to care about you. The cookies would be excited every time you opened the app on your phone, but one day their hearts broke.

"I have to choose, Genshin or Cookie Run?" You ask yourself.

The cookies already has a rivalry with Genshin as both apps took up space on your phone. The cookies were terrified that if you removed the app from your phone then they would never see you again.

Everything went dark, the cookies realized you made their choice. They thought about their last good memories with you, only for you to open the game the next day?

Yeah, they realized they were on a bigger screen and figures out while Genshin holds your phone they have your PC. This made them happy and each cookie you collected grew to care about you in someway and also having to keep it a secret that they can see and hear you.

This last until you got Shadow Milk Cookie. He noticed the border, and was dropping very clear hints that he could see and hear you but you never noticed. You thought this fourth wall breaking was part of the character, and that drove him mad. So, he used his cosmic powers to reach you.

After an afternoon of playing Cookie Run you turned off your computer and went for food. While you back was turned the screen turned navy blue with an upside Pure Vanilla Cookie symbol. Looking you think you forgot to turn off the computer, and then a hand popped out from the screen. You freaked out as Shadow Milk Cookie pulled himself out of the computer like Samara from the Ring.

Once he's out of the screen he tips his hat and bows to you. You scream and freak out which makes him laugh.

"W-who? How?!" You questioned nervously.

"Well, I'm Shadow Milk Cookie, but you already knew that!" He says.

He explains that every cookie could see and hear you. They figured out they were in a game and coped... in a variety of ways. You try to get him to leave as you're worried he'll cause issues in your world, but you can't make him leave. Now you have a human version of a 2D cookie sleeping on your couch.

Meanwhile in the Cookie Run world, Pure Vanilla is scared for you once he heats news of Shadow Milk Cookie bridging the gap to reach you and the evil cookies also want to take you to Dark Enchantress Cookie. Red Velvet Cookie is voluntold to seek you out. So, now ypu have three human cookies in your home, two of which are enemies. You also have no idea how to send them back other than make Shadow Milk Cookie go home.

You get used to them eventually, so much so that you accept their cuddles. Let's get into that.

I imagine this bastard has ice cold hands and feel

Somehow becomes velcro or magnetic when cuddling you

Sucks your body heat from you when cuddling

A blanket hogger, as in youll have to buy more blankets because he steals all of yours

Lays all over you

Becomes liquid, like a cat

Wants all your cuddles every hour of the day

Whines for cuddles a lot

Living heater

Very soft cuddles

smells like vanilla

Shares all the blankets with you

Loves cuddles by willing to let go when needed

Pets your hair

Is also liquid in a cat-like manner

Will ask for cuddles politely

Whines if you wait too long to give him cuddles, like if it's been more than an hour

Makes sure you have the best cuddles ever

Is a cuddle gentleman

Cake arm is ice cold while the rest of him a comfortably warm

Is not very cuddly at first

Will give you all the blankets if you ask

Is not really liquid, more like a stiff log

Inadvertently asks for cuddles in a harsh manner

If you have a dog, he'll be in heaven

Doesn't talk much when cuddling you