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cheesiedomino · 2 months

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Second chances ꙳ ੭ * ‧

synopsis: your old situationship from many years ago just moved back in town and of course, he has to text you. but it’s not just any normal text — he’s asking you out on a proper date this time. will you give a second chance to Cupid? or will you be left here feeling stupid?

genre: lee minho x fem!reader | exes (??) to lovers wc: 4.6k tags/warnings: fluff, some light angst, slightly suggestive but nothing srs, mild cursing, kissing, small mentions of crying T-T

now playing 🎧: from the start by laufey

[this is part of my valentine’s series where i write a short story for each member surrounding themes of love, newfound romance, relationship hardships & more.]

“Why don’t you give Tinder a try already? I’m sick of hearing you nagging all day about being lonely!” Areum abruptly suggests mid-convo , resting her palm on the side of her face.

As you both casually wait for the food to arrive, you end up on the dreadful topic of dating again. You got into a real heated discussion with her, sitting in a booth at this new restaurant one of your coworker’s recommended. It wasn’t super well known but they wouldn’t stop raving about how delicious their breadsticks were. The place wasn’t too jam packed but definitely had a decent amount of people. What you weren’t anticipating on was seeing dozens of couples here, it kind of threw your whole vibe off since it only reminded you of your current sad relationship status. Maybe you were putting far too much thought into it but everything seemed so highly unfair. Glaring in envy while they all happily rub in your face that they’ve found their forever companion.

Life really can be cruel at times.

“You can’t be for real right now..” you instantly side eye your friend from across the table. Feeling personally triggered whenever she mentions online dating. You refuse to try it, never wanting to partake in such a vain concept where you swipe left and right based solely on looks. “That’s not the same as real romance. I want to meet someone naturally, wanna tell my kids when they grow up how I met their dreamy, hunk of a father in aisle 39 at Whole Foods.”

One could say it’s almost pathetic in a way— this burning desire you harbor within, longing for a pure, quaint, and beautiful love. Constantly catching yourself daydreaming about finding your life partner, the person you’re going to marry and possibly create an eternal family with. That day has yet to come unfortunately, but you still hold onto the thought of you someday meeting the one.

You thought you found them before, but thou shalt not speak thy names out into existence.

“Well, good luck finding ‘real romance’ in the big age of 2024-” Areum snorts in amusement, taking a pause to sip on her mango strawberry lemonade. “I need whatever drugs you’re on that’s making you this delulu so I can fantasize about my knight and shining armor that’s never coming!”

God you hate that word. Delulu. Why are you suddenly “delusional” for wanting a picture perfect romance? It doesn’t need to be perfect per se, but you want to feel adored, swept off your feet and embraced like the true queen you are. Was that too much to ask? Considering the current state of dating in this day and age, it might just be.

“I mean, let’s face it girl. You literally don’t know the first thing about love ___, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like in the K-dramas y’know! Haven’t you only had like one boyfriend in high school? You barely even dated that guy for a month-”

“That’s because he dumped me to go move to LA and become a dumb YouTuber!” You snapped back, cutting her off to get all the facts straight.

It was hard not to grimace while thinking of such old memories. Dating a Minecraft streamer definitely had to be one of the most embarrassingly cringe choices you’ve ever made.

“Whatever that’s beside the point. What I’m trying to get at here is you don’t have the best track record when it comes to men. Remember that other guy you were seeing before we graduated? I thought y’all would’ve dated for sure but he turned out to be a dickhole just like the rest of ‘em…” Areum shakes her head in disbelief, recalling all those times you’d call in a frenzied panic about things not working out.

“What was his name again? Min… Minwoo? No, that’s not it.. it was definitely Min something.” She attempts on remembering but keeps drawing a blank.

“Minho.” You answer almost instantaneously. His name still rolled off the tongue smooth as velvet.

It felt weird though. Saying it out loud after so many years of blocking it from your immediate vocabulary. A name you thought would never escape your lips again.

“Damn, you really still think about him don’t you?” She dares to ask, knowing how difficult it is for you to even talk about this anymore.

You only respond by nodding slowly, unable to bring yourself to look at her. It was far too intense; bearing the emotions of hurt and guilt from a past fling that meant more to you but nothing to the other. That’s how most of your tragic stories end— always too overly into them while they barely reciprocate any of that energy towards you. The thing is, you thought Minho actually liked you, even so far as wanting to date in the near future. Considering he brought you over his parent’s house (to hook up of course), and though you didn’t meet them you still think that meant something. Most men don’t just bring any woman they’re seeing to their parent’s place without somewhat thinking a potential relationship could happen down the line.

“So that’s why you should download Tinder and start swipin’ on some other cuties! It’ll at least distract you for a bit and get your mind off that asswipe,” Areum pitches her idea once more, “there’s plenty other fish in the sea ___. Not everyone online is some crazy serial killer, plus you clearly don’t seem to be having much luck out in the real world.”

You wanted to jump up from the table and erase that smirk from her face but instead you roll your eyes at that last remark. “I don’t need those shitty dating apps. I’m very capable of finding someone in real life for your information!” You quickly retort as a means to defend yourself. Even though she did have a point, her delivery could’ve been a little bit nicer.

It’s not easy being a hopeless romantic, you can’t help but yearn for that special someone to enter your life and change it for the better. You won’t feel wholly satisfied nor complete until you do. The sad reality of the matter was that you are still painfully single. No one’s interesting enough to cease your attention, let alone go on any actual dates. Areum’s had enough of your bitching and whining though, there’s only so many rants and tirades she can keep listening to about your vicious hatred for men before she loses it completely. Your nonexistent love life has become more of a nuisance as that time of year approaches— Valentine’s Day. A god forsaken holiday you’ve always loathed with a passion. Wanting nothing more than to be one of those girls on the receiving end getting flowers and chocolates. A day full of the utmost joy and pleasant surprises from your loving significant other.

Must be nice..

Speaking of surprises.. The buzzing in your ear echoes from your phone pinging loudly, indefinitely startling you. Grabbing it to check the sudden notification, your eyes go absurdly wide at the contact name displayed on your screen. Blinking numerous times from shock, you stare at your phone in incredulity; making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

Lee Minho. The Lee Minho?

What kind of sorcery is being conjured where the instant you bring him up, he somehow texts you after all these years of not speaking? This coincidence was more than unsettling to you. A part of your inner thoughts still believes this is all some elaborate joke being played on you, waiting for a cameraman to pop out of some curtain to announce you’ve just been pranked. But nothing happens, life proceeds as normal. Now you’re left with the most puzzling notification you might’ve ever received.

It was your last year of college and the pressure of your academics along with appeasing your family was getting to you immensely. You needed an escape from all of it, desperately. Which you found through none other than Lee Minho, the boy who worked as a barista at Cozmo’s; this coffee shop you used to frequent a lot. It was a cute, small family-owned establishment and they made the best matcha lattes— in your humble opinion. You’d pick one up almost every day along with a slice of freshly baked cinnamon bread. It started off as only playful banter with him in the beginning, then it lead to more as time went on. One day, as you reached out to pay he blocked your hand from moving any closer, letting you freely walk away without spending a dime. This soon became a regular occurrence, as you’d start seeing Minho outside of work, getting to know more and more about him. You remember so desperately wanting to date back then, pitying your past self for thinking there was even a chance.

‘Maybe he’s just texted the wrong person’ you psyche yourself into thinking, but when you unlock your phone to finally read the message — an uncomfortable lump forms in the pit of your throat.

Minho 🐈:

Hey is this still ___’s number?

You honestly don’t know why you still have his number saved, let alone allowing a whole emoji to be next to it. Though it never was like you to delete anything, no matter how painful it may have been. More lingering questions makes you want to seek out the possible solutions. Why would he text you of all people ? None of this adds up in your mind realistically. Furrowing your brows in concentration, you think of what to say as you draft out a response.

Yes… who’s this?

After a tedious struggle of typing out multiple paragraphs and immediately deleting them, you went over your words a few more times before sending a final reply. It would’ve been strange had you knew exactly who he was off the bat, that’ll just be dead giveaway you still had his contact info saved this whole time. But with that logic, doesn’t that make Minho just as odd for still keeping your number after all this time has passed?

Your phone dings again.

Minho 🐈:

Srsly -_-

Did you really delete my number??

Bet he didn’t see that one coming. He probably thought the moment he texts you, you were gonna kiss up to him like you’ve always done in the past. Mentally giggling to yourself at the image of him getting flustered by you not knowing who he was at first. Feels good to know you knocked his confidence down a peg.

Lol, chillax.. I know it’s you Minho :P

Not even a minute later, a flood of incoming messages appear. Biting your lip out of nervousness, your heart couldn’t stop beating so fast— anxiously checking your phone as the atmosphere around you suddenly gets stuffier.

Minho 🐈:

Better be lucky I didn’t block you after that ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Guess who’s back in the city btw. Did ya miss me? ;)

No need to answer that, I already know you did. You should stop by at Cozmo’s again sometime!

Also what’re you up to this week? I need you to clear out all your plans because I’m taking you out on a date.

You always knew Minho was the bold type but this was on another level. The sheer audacity he has to even ask something like this after not reaching out for almost 3 years was more than ballsy on his part. It felt like a surge of butterflies erupting in your stomach, getting lightheaded as you think about seeing him again. He really had an effect on you like no other.

Glancing up from your screen to finally pay attention to Areum again, you assure her everything’s going to be just fine. “Looks like I won’t be needing to download Tinder after all.”

Later on that day you ended up going to Cozmo’s and meeting up with Minho. It never really took much convincing from him to get you to budge, though it was a hell of a lot worse back then. You used to blindly follow along with anything he said just to seek his approval, hoping that eventually he’ll see you as the girl he wants to settle down with. Alas, nothing ever blossomed into something more, and you knew deep down that this was headed nowhere— but that still didn’t stop you from fantasizing about a future with him. Getting lost into deep thought, head heavy in the clouds as you imagine the idea of Minho confessing his undying love for you. You’ll be so caught off guard as he gets down on one knee, looking at you with the entire solar system in eyes while he proposes in the most charming way. It really is pitiful how much you still daydream about a guy who wasn’t your boyfriend but would constantly act like he was, then up and leaves without mentioning a single word about it.

You convinced yourself he ran off with someone else to have a better life with, even hearing through town gossip that he’s moved to South Korea to pursue becoming an idol. Whatever the case may be it still weighed heavily on your mind that he never bothered to tell you anything, even a simple ‘goodbye’ would’ve sufficed the empty hole in your heart. The main reason you agreed on meeting up with Minho was to finally ask, why? Why did he pretend to like you? Why did he act like your boyfriend when he never had intentions on seriously dating? Why was he so good at making you fall so hard for him..?

“You look great.” You subconsciously blurt out, affixed in a daze as you stare in awe at the man in front of you.

It’s been a while since you came here— never able to fully bring yourself to try and go back. Though you knew this place first, and they really did have the best Mactha lattes in the universe. It reminded you too much of him and you sadly had to let it go.

You weren’t proud of it but you did go home quickly to change clothes and redo your makeup. Usually you wouldn’t care but this was the only guy you’ve been consistently crushing on for years, you had to feel good inside and out. Minho was just as gorgeous as you remembered, if not he looked even more ethereal — which seemed impossible in itself already. He’s grown up so beautifully, his facial features became more sharp, especially his jawline which looks so defined and sculpted by the Gods.

Minho lightly chuckles at your timidness, some things just never change. “You look way better.” His lips drew into a faint smirk as he admires your presence.

He meant every word of what he said, you looked really good, and it was making him even more frustrated that so much time has passed. Regretting the way he handled things so many years ago, wishing he could take it all back and do everything differently. Seeing you again made it easier for Minho to suppress the guilt he’s borne for so long. This moment feels like a second chance to make amends for his past mistakes.

You couldn’t help but blush when you hear his compliment, feeling your ears grow hot as you look at the ground. There was a silent pause between you that lasted for what seemed like ages. Weirdly enough the conversation flowed well after he finally broke the awkwardness, the chemistry was overall still there and were able to pick up right where it left off.

“I’m so glad you came ___, I’ve been dying to see you since I got here. I’m surprised you even still responded to my lame ass.”

Minho’s light confession puzzles you. If he really was dying to see you, why’d he wait so long to get in contact with you? To be fair, you don’t know the exact time he came back.

“Oh, is that so? When’d you come back? Also show me pics of Korea, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like there.” You fondly inquire, leaning against the side of the wall as he’s still behind the counter. He mentioned to you he’s only working part time because his parents would rather mooch off their son for free labor than to hire and pay a new employee.

“Yesterday,” he quickly states before taking out his phone to scroll through his gallery, “guess my sister must’ve told you I went there huh?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I haven’t talked to Elle in a while. She’s tried hitting me up a few times though.. but I found out through Areum ‘cause she was seeing Hoseok back then.”

They were definitely “seeing” each other alright, but mostly in the bedroom. Areum didn’t want anything exclusive with Hoseok and neither did he, it was the perfect friends with benefits situation. Minho and Hoseok were good friends who’ve known each other for a while, so naturally he’d tell Areum everything and overshare at some point.

“Agh, there’s a customer gotta take this. One sec, sorry!” He briefly apologizes before bringing his attention to the new person heading inside. You nod, signaling he’s good to go. “I’ll be waiting over there,” you point to a small wooden table with 2 chairs in a corner.

Once Minho comes back you notice he’s no longer wearing his purple work apron; back in his regular attire now and sporting an oversized dark grey hoodie that was three times too big. He was holding a large cup with green liquid and a paper bag in his hand, that’s when it clicks for you— he still remembers your favorite meal.

He’s grinning the whole time he’s handing you the matcha latte and cinnamon pastry, smiling from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas Day. This was the most you’ve seen him be so enthusiastic about something, even back when you were “with” him you can’t recall him beaming with such energy like this.

“Awh, thank you. I haven’t had either one of these in years!” You wanted to give him the biggest hug but you refrained from doing so, feeling as though it may be too early for that.

“Of course dear, anything for you.”

Why does everything he says have to make you melt from the inside out? It’s not fair! >:(

Glancing down at your yummy beverage, you see a message written on the side of the glass with bold permanent sharpie. Tilting your head to read it, the words are bit jumbled together but you get the gist. You’re almost left speechless after it reads: ‘___, Will you be my valentine?’

Your most dreaded and least favorite holiday is here, yippee! But, there’s a twist on this year’s turn of events; you actually have someone to celebrate this wretched tradition with. You should be excited but all you’re feeling is the sudden urge to vomit as you were nervous out of your mind. This was kind of weird to you, going on a date with your ex boyfriend who was never even your real boyfriend. Looking back on it now you shouldn’t have tolerated a relationship dynamic like that, Minho was clearly taking advantage of your passiveness by not explicitly saying what he wanted. On the contrary, you had no one to blame but yourself, you never spoke up or criticized anything even if it didn’t coincide with your personal morals.

The fact he never took you on an actual date until now speaks volumes, you obviously didn’t have enough self worth back to demand better treatment. It took you years of figuring out what a real, healthy relationship is supposed to be like through trials of therapy and that was an emotional rollercoaster in itself. All your uncertainties soon faded away once you became more secure and knew exactly what you wanted for yourself. It took every ounce of patience and acceptance to unlearn all your bad coping mechanisms and other toxic behaviors that were only stunting your inner growth. You’re happy to be in a position now where you’re able to express wholeheartedly what you deserve, it’s the best feeling ever to feel like you’re in control of your own life.

You spent almost 3 hours getting ready and your bedroom now looked like a war zone. The outfit you chose was super girly, a frilly white dress with pink platform heels— Minho’s going to drool in amazement when he sees you. When you sent Areum photos of you before heading out, she responds right way with a series of hearts and other sweet comments— hyping you up to no end like the best friend she is. She’s also able to help pull you out of your doubtful headspace, when you felt unsure if you could really go through with this she quickly psyched you out of it. Reminding you exactly who you are and why you are the prize, not him. ‘He should be the one who’s nervous, not the other way around’ you assure yourself over and over as a mini ego boost.

His jaw dropped when he spotted you walking up to his car, infatuated by how pretty and perfect you looked in every way possible. It angers him so much to know he took all this for granted, he didn’t appreciate all of you the way he should’ve but now he gets another chance to redo everything and right his wrongs. It’s a lot of pressure but he bravely accepts it, he could never mess up another opportunity like this again. The car ride was fairly silent in the beginning, you were vibing in peace as the only thing you could hear was Minho’s soft indie playlist as background music.

You ultimately chose to be the one to speak first, breaking the ice with a simple inquiry about the date. “So where are we going?” Looking out at the scenery from the window, all you is trees and more trees. If it’s something to do with nature you surely don’t want any parts of it, you’ve never been too fond of the wilderness.

“It’s a surprise, I can’t tell you.” He keeps a tight seal on today’s destination without dropping a single hint, forcing you to go completely blind into this. As he goes back to focus on the road, you sigh anxiously after hearing him refuse to disclose anything.

Did he seriously forget what kind of person you are? Anyone who’s close to you at all knows you’ve never been into those types of things. Ever.

“You know I hate surprises Minho,” you remind him, attempting to pry for more information. Even shooting him a doe eyed look along with poking out your bottom lip, but he doesn’t falter.

He simply nods, “I know but you’ll like this one, just have a little bit of faith me.” Flashing an innocent smile at you, he seems to be overly confident in whatever his plan consists of.

After almost half an hour passes the car finally comes to a stop, you scan the area and instantly notice a sense of familiarity among the place. Across from you was an ice cream parlor you thought didn’t exist anymore. But there it is, still standing with dozens of customers waiting in line. The small shop was famously known for its fish-shaped ice cream cones, you’ve always wanted to visit the place and try it when you were a little from seeing it on TV all the time. When you told Minho about it, you said how your parents would say it was too far but it actually closed down and they didn’t know how to tell you. From time to time you’d still think about that place, but you would’ve never thought they relocated. Being here with Minho brings an indescribable amount of happiness to your spirit.

“I mentioned this place like one time in passing, how’d you even remember?” You wonder in amazement, after all these years he still remembers something as minuscule as this.

“It may not have seemed like it but I paid attention to every little detail you told me ___, all it. Of course I know you don’t like surprises but how else would I have been able to take you here?” He sweetly expresses to you, not wanting to hold back anymore.

You wanted to cry right here, right now. All your emotions came crashing down at once and it’s hard to keep them concealed. A lot has changed within these years, things feel so different with him now, especially with how much he’s matured. You notice how he doesn’t act like the typical fuckboy in his early 20’s anymore, he’s much more interested in getting to know only person — that being you.

“I’ve rehearsed this in my head like a million times and I don’t think I’ll ever say it the right way I want but it’s time I start being as transparent as possible with you…” Minho takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always liked you ___, from the start actually,” he keeps going, “I was just scared, of what I don’t know.. Commitment maybe?”

Slightly looking in another direction, your vision faintly blurs from tears welling up, “I- I honestly don’t know what to say..”

“Then don’t say anything at all, I don’t need you to. I may not know the first thing about how to love someone, but I want to learn all of it with you.” He feels all the remorse of leaving you alone for all these years, unable to process the pain you must’ve endured at him not getting into contact with you. “I’m so sorry ___. For everything, I’m going to make it all better I promise.”

Your eyes subconsciously flutter shut when he comes in contact with you. Connecting in perfect symmetry with your lips to sync together in motion. His gentle hands cupped your face delicately; his touch was so warm and inviting. Your fingers were deeply tangled in his brunette locks, relishing every minute as he tilts his head to capture more of you. He genuinely couldn’t believe he went this long without kissing these luscious lips again. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip to subtly ask for entry and you comply. Dopamine floods both your senses like a series of fireworks going off, feeling intoxicated by each other’s taste. It was probably that vanilla bean chapstick you always wore— an old favorite of his and is still your go-to flavor of choice. He wanted to savor you in this moment for as long as he could, cherish the fact he has you in his hold again.

“Want to know something funny?” He asks out of nowhere, still smirking from that heated kiss that just happened seconds ago.

“Hm?”

“You’re the reason I ended up coming back here.” Minho states bluntly, no hesitation detected in his voice whatsoever.

You struggle to comprehend anything, overwhelmed by all his sudden confessions. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I never want to leave your side ever again ___. I’m staying here with you, I already made the biggest mistake of losing you once I can’t let the same thing happen twice.” He spoke tenderly from the bottom of his heart, it felt so genuine you couldn’t not believe him.

Going back to rewind time isn’t possible, but “do-over’s” are, and sometimes we’re able to get those second chances to make things right when we get them wrong the first time.

[End <3].

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sigyns-drafts · 5 months

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Hey there, can I request for ROR anubis x modern reader where the reader is bored and try to summon anubis for fun and think it wouldn't work, but it end up working and now there a random Anubis in her room feel free to add what after this ~ thank you

A/N: Gladly anon! I'd love to write about silly little nubby. Hope it's what you wanted ♡

The unlikely jackal-headed companion 🐺🎃

Ror!Anubis x fem!reader

➩ A modern day girl who's favourite interest had always been Egyptian mythology, especially the god Anubis.

Found her adult life to be rather boring, so when she stumbled upon a website that could help her summon these ancient gods.

For fun she tries it, not expecting it to work until she is proven wrong and now Anubis himself has entered the mortal realm, as well as her home.

➩ Reader type: fem!reader.

⚠: Platonic & Romantic Fluff!!

In a small suburban town, nestled between towering buildings and grey streets, lived a young lonesome woman named y/n.

She was currently seated in her room adorned with posters of ancient Egyptian art and books, filled with its fascinating mythology, gods and history.

Something y/n had been fond of ever since she was a child.

But life as an adult was rather boring now, with work and other tasks keeping her away from her interests and hobbies.

Until y/n felt that sudden urge of curiosity again, rushing through her mind and body.

Soon enough y/n found herself engrossed scrolling online, stumbling upon an online tutorial on summoning the ancient Egyptian gods.

Half out of scepticism and half out of sheer boredom, y/n decided to try the summoning ritual for Anubis.

After all, Anubis was one of her favourite deities. Y/n chuckled at the stupidity and the fact this wasn't going to work.

Because it wouldn't, right?

She gathered the necessary items - candles, incense, and a makeshift altar adorned with skulls and other trinkets she found around the house.

Thinking to herself:

"If Anubis really does exist he would definitely like these, hah!"

As y/n chanted the ancient words she had gotten from the website, with a hint of amusement, she never expected anything to happen.

But to her surprise, a sudden wind and glow enveloped the room, and a mysterious figure materialised before her.

Anubis, the god of the afterlife with his jackal head, stood before her in all his majestic glory.

Y/n eyes widened in disbelief as she stumbled backward, tripping and falling to the ground. Her heart was racing in her chest, more than ever before.

"W-What..?! That wasn't supposed to-"

Y/n stutters to herself, trying to keep her cool as she shakes uncontrollably at Anubis's presence.

Anubis, as he looked around the room slowly, taking in his new surroundings was still barely visible to really make out. Because of the sudden glow to have hit the room.

While trying to adjust her sight, y/n was certain Anubis was here to collect her soul or at least judge her heart for having called upon him as a joke.

However, to her shock when the god spoke, he sounded rather thrilled to be there.

"Well, this was unexpected and delightful!" he exclaimed, his voice resonating through the room.

It wasn't as deep and booming as y/n had imagined it sounding like.

In fact, he sounded like an excited puppy who somehow knew how to talk.

Did she hit her head when she fell and was now dreaming, or perhaps even worse had she gone mad?

Unused to being summoned in the modern world, Anubis continues to look around with childlike wonder, his dark eyes sparkling.

Y/n was almost left with her mouth wide open when she finally got to see and admire the god before her.

His head wasn't actually the head of a jackal, but instead it was his headwear!

Underneath all that he was a handsome man, with dark tanned skin, sharp teeth and piercings on his chin, but also tongue.

Y/n had to gulp and blush slightly to herself, for some reason feeling embarrassed about this humanoid form of his.

Noticing y/n's bewilderment, Anubis approached her closer with a grin, offering his hand to help the woman up.

"Greetings, mortal! I am Anubis, the guardian of the afterlife. What brings you to summon me today?"

Stammering, y/n managed to grab a hold of the gods hand reluctantly while replying, she was scared his sharp nails or claws would touch her at first.

"I... I didn't really think this would work, please forgive me my lord!"

Anubis chuckled lightly, his soft laughter was admittedly very cute making y/n's heart skip a little beat.

"The whims of mortals! Fear not, if this wasn't a part of your plan I totally understand! But if you don't mind me asking, what assistance can I be to you then?"

With a nervous expression, y/n took a deep breath and the chance to think about it.

What could she possibly come up with to make Anubis, a literal god's time, be worth the while in the mortals realm?

"I suppose..somehow entertain me? If that isn't too much to ask for of course!! It's just that, these days are quite uneventful.."

Y/n to ease her nerves starts twirling some of her hair using her index finger.

A common habit she did whenever she needed a distraction.

Anubis, realising the woman was still tense, smirks to himself and thinks about a way to help her.

"Then I am here to make your mundane day more thrilling, my lady! I see your room is decorated with quite a few familiar things."

He happily pointed out, already seeing y/n's eyes light up at his comment and sharp eye.

"Oh really?! I'm so glad you find them familiar, I was afraid it would look weird to you somehow, considering I'm not from ancient Egypt!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, I love seeing people appreciate my culture."

"Phew, what a relief..!"

"But a particular reason why I am your favourite~?" Anubis without warning teased y/n, raising his eyebrow as his face leaned in close to hers.

It felt like her whole body was about to explode and her face turned red.

Damn it! She should have prepared herself for this question considering the jackal headed gods depiction was included almost everywhere!

"W-Well, you are my favourite..!"

Y/n responded in a panic, was he seriously playing with her right now?

Was this a way to catch her off guard or to test her in some way or another?

Before y/n could say anything any further, Anubis, ever the playful deity, leaped into the air out of pure happiness.

"Yippee~!!" The god exclaimed as he accidentally landed near her.

The sudden weight caused y/n to lose her balance, and she tumbled onto the bed alongside the ancient god.

"Oh uh..that was an accident, I didn't mean to scare or get that excited!"

Anubis pleaded, genuinely upset about his actions. He quickly got off y/n but all the woman could do was sigh as she had accepted her new fate.

"Honestly, this is already keeping me entertained enough."

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modelbus · 10 months

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Hello!! I LOVE your writing, like I’m obsessed! So, I can’t tell if your requests are open, buttt if they are, I would DIE for some fluff turned to angst of a fem!reader who is in a group with cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy nicknamed the chaos squad by the fandom, where she is the least popular in the group and a rumour spread that shes only in it for the popularity, so they slowly stoped inviting her to streams and vlogs and ghosting her.

it could start with like three two sentence stories about the group (or something), how it was formed just fluffy moments, and then be like “but it didn’t stay like that for long..” and explain why she was subtly kicked from the group before a scene where shes streaming and gets asked about why shes not been in any videos anymore.

PHEW that was ALOT, if its to long you can obviously shorten it or just not do it- but if requests are open and you like the idea, I would love to see something like this!! <3

PS. You are super cool, keep up the amazing work!! (When you want to ofc)

-✨🌌🌙 Anon

Thank you so much! I tried my best to include everything :D This literally took me out of my writing slump

Part 2 :)

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos

The feeling of belonging was something nearly everyone chased after. After all, being out of place was simply… lonely. And, somehow, you found yourself slotting into the weirdest place in the world.

A handful of stupid friends.

You always found yourself drawn to dumbasses, in the most affectionate way. Like looks for like, you suppose. And shit, did you find some people that could make you cry laughing even on the worst days.

Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy. Four people that made the sun rise every day, that dragged you out of bed for the stupidest vlogs to ever exist. Fans adored the five of you together so much that you got a group name for the first time in your career: the Chaos Squad.

Truly, it was a fitting name. The things that the five of you got up to, you’re certain no normal sane person would do. But, well, your job as a streamer already set you apart from the category of “normal” a long time ago, so you definitely didn’t mind the messes you got into with them.

From Tommy dragging the group to an abandoned island, saying it’d be fun to try to escape (you fell out of a tree and Wilbur sprained his ankle), to screaming along at Lovejoy concerts, it felt like the five of you were unstoppable.

And God, did you love them. It didn’t matter how many times Ranboo hit his head on things, you’d still laugh. It didn’t matter that you literally passed out from laughing so hard once, you were still happy. Pure, unfiltered love.

The five of you against the world, forever. You could see it, in those sunny days where you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt (they were the first ones to make you do that—the realization only made you grin harder). The perfect idea of happiness.

Was it any wonder things didn’t stay that way, that perfect, for long?

A rumor.

It always seemed to start with one of those, nowadays. A simple murmur among fans that grew and grew, until you were closing out of twitter at 2, 4, 5 AM, debating if you should just delete the app and put your status on “Do Not Disturb.”

You accepted the fact that being a female content creator was going to be a struggle a long time ago. It was a fact, something you knew you couldn’t avoid, especially in gaming. Having rumors about you online wasn’t new. It would never be new, not as long as you were yourself.

But you thought you’d be past caring about them by now. You thought the tight panic that gripped your heart, made it hard to breathe, was a thing of the past. So stupid.

One private account turned into multiple threads, turned into trends on the trending tab.

Everyone thought you were using your friends, the chaos squad as a whole, just to boost your career. To leech off anyone’s subscribers, just for some money in your pocket.

The idea made you sick to your core.

How dare they? How dare they ever think you didn’t genuinely care for the four? That they were anything less than the lightness in your heart, the freedom on your mind?

Rumors.

You ignored them. Even the thought of addressing them made you feel pissed off like you’ve never been before. It was such an absurd idea! At the very least, you knew your friends would see past the hateful people.

Right?

It starts with an unanswered message in the group chat.

Unanswered messages weren’t new. A stray comment tended to get lost in the general mess that the group chat was, so you weren’t concerned. Just laughed to yourself quietly; it wasn’t important anyways, just a photo of a cat you saw.

Until it happened again. And again. Until more of your messages went ignored than responded to, until the group chat had less and less messages each day.

When the first vlog comes out, the process repeats. It’s on Tommy’s channel, of course. Him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Wilbur. The chaos squad, just without you. It surprised you, because you never even realized they filmed a video, and normally all of you share upcoming videos.

All the warning signs were obvious, and you were too much of a damn fool.

You filmed one vlog with them after that, exploring a supposedly haunted house, before you woke up a month later and realized you hadn’t talked to them in a week.

One week turns into two, two into three, until you’ve realized what’s happened. You were gone, out of the picture. Happiness had slipped through your fingers faster than you could’ve ever comprehended, and now you were in a dark room—literally.

But what could you do? If they didn’t want you, there was nothing you could do to stop the unraveling of your universe.

So you did the same thing you did before them, defaulting back to what was safe: streaming alone.

Today, it’s just a mindless game. Yesterday was the same, and fuck, this isn’t the same anymore. Not when you don’t have Tubbo in the chat sending messages, or Wilbur using Text-To-Speech.

But you’re here, still streaming. Still going, no matter how tempting it is to just shut off your computer and pretend the last months of your life never happened.

There’s always fans though, and if anything cheers you up, it’s them. So your donations are on, allowing them to be read aloud while you play the silly little unpacking game.

“Where am I putting the diploma guys? Where does this go?” You ask, mouse hovering over the virtual object. “Maybe I’ll just put it under the pillow…”

“StarEmojis donated $15! If up is down and yes is no, how many sides does a triangle have?”

“Thank you, but… uh...” You narrow your eyes at the message. “None, it’s a circle?”

Shrugging, you drag the diploma in the game to under the pillow. The riddle sounds familiar, but not one you know the answer to. It sounds like something Wilbur would send in the group chat at 2 in the morning, honestly.

With that thought in mind, your eyes flicker over the user that donated it. StarEmojis. Not Wilbur.

You’re so stupid for hoping. For the jump in your heart, for the frantic searching.

“StarStarMoon donated $20! Why aren’t you in any Chaos Squad videos anymore? Love you!”

Air catches in your lungs, dread swelling in your chest as your hands still on the mouse and keyboard. That shouldn’t have gotten past the moderators, but it did.

And now you have to answer it.

It wasn’t like you could tell the truth: that you weren’t good enough. That even your best friends didn’t believe you over rumors from strangers online.

Any lie would have a chance of getting back to them though. Not that you can imagine them caring, not anymore.

You swallow past the lump in your throat that’s killing you, taking a breath in before answering. One chance to get the fans to move on, one chance to find the impossible balance between the agony inside of you and cool indifference.

“We’re all just busy.” You say, forcing a smile on your face.

It’s true, at least. Everyone is busy. Everyone except you, that’s it.

“Just scheduling problems. Wil- Wilbur has Lovejoy practices and performances.” You stumble over his name. Did you even have the right to call him Wil anymore? “And Tommy is just always busy. He’s the busiest person, I swear.”

Is that true anymore? You don’t know. He used to be, but you used to help force him to take breaks. Was he taking breaks? You’ll never know.

With another forced smile, you give a half-hearted shrug. “So yeah, just busy, don’t worry guys.”

It’s with baited breath that you wait, eyes scanning chat to see if they bought it. From what you’re seeing, they have.

“Now we need to reorganize these clothes, because they’re killing me like this—“

Your discord pings quietly on another monitor, and you scramble to open it. Just your mods apologizing for letting the donation go through. You send a quick message back to them before pushing the donation to the back of your head just like everything relating to the group you’re no longer part of.

What could you do, anyways?

This was out of your control.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #tubbo x reader #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #ranboo

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noctilucous-sunni · 2 years

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more reversed sagau brainrot!! | a lot more under the cut

- when scara sorta just ✨materializes✨ in your apartment and you’re like excuse me wtf is happening, so u pinch yourself to see if its a dream and its not apparently so you must be going insane BECAUSE WHAT OTHER EXPLANATION WOULD THERE BE FOR ONE OF YOUR FAVOURITE CHARACTERS EXISTING IN YOUR APARTMENT

- i’d feel like in the sagau or reversed sagau he wouldn’t be too fond of the all-creator bc if thats the all-creator wouldn’t that mean that you’re the one responsible for his existence and his suffering?? but when he just sees you being so genuinely nice and caring and yet strong and doesn’t take his shit he kinda lets down the guard a little

- plus he literally has nowhere else to stay so when you threatened to kick him out he realized it was either live with you or out on the streets. and he kinda hated the streets, so he ended up trying to find your place all dirty and stuff from tripping in way too many godforsaken random holes in the ground. poor gremlin.

- he is just super bratty and still has that air of “i think im better than you” but it never works on you bc you dont take his shit and you make him do half of your chores when your pissed at him (and you make sure there are no complaints)

- he wouldn't call you your grace after a while and just uses your name, you however come up with a million nicknames for him and you think its funny that it annoys him on occasion

- you argue. A lot. like so much that your neighbour and the apartment below you complained several times and also kinda tried to make the landlord kick u out so you made scara apologize to them bc hes mainly the reason its so noisy

- he will actually follow you everywhere, sorta like a guard dog. everyone around you is pretty intimidated by him but they are even more scared of you when they see that you basically keep him in check

- he can’t fucking cook dear lord. you told him to stay in the fucking apartment bc you had an important meeting today and he couldnt come with you and he was like “i didnt want to come anyway” and you just said “fuck you” (affectionate) in return (note: wrote this before his signature dish came out and he’s actually a really good cook don’t judge me ahaha)

- but when you come back your apartment and kitchen especially is a mess. you forgot to teach him how to use online delivery. and hes just like chilling out watching tv with mild interest, acting like half of your apartment isnt covered in eggs and flour and who knows what else

“scara what the fuck happened here”

“the stupid stove of yours doesnt work and neither does that beeping machine”

“clean it up”

“no”

“well i guess we wont have any food today or tomorrow, until you clean. it. UP." *glare*

he then leaves it but by the next afternoon he's actually getting hungry and grumpy and eventually starts cleaning it up the next day when he can't take it anymore and you finally come home to a clean kitchen bc thank god, you didn't know how much longer you could live on your co-worker's lunches

- you're both just so stubborn. he's stubborn and so are you and that leaves the apartment just with a tense silence AND when someone sees u at that time they feel so uncomfortable bc the atmosphere is just so tense between the two of you since neither of you agree

- silent treatment happens a lot and its really fucking stupid bc you both wanna talk to each other after like a few days but neither of you want to be the first one to admit that

- omg you absolutely hate having guests now BECAUSE HOW ARE YOU MEANT TO EXPLAIN HIM??? also he has to have normal clothes now and he looked at all your clothing choices in disgust

- everyone thinks he's just a friend until they realize he actually lives with you and then they're like "oohhhh are you together??" and think that he's your boyfriend/partner. and honestly you dont even deny it bc there is no feasible way to explain who he really is (without sounding crazy) + you get your parents off your back abt getting a boyfriend bc they kept trying to make you go on blind dates and now you're free from that phew

- but some of your friends/co-workers are all like "really? this lil guy? and they often say this around him and it just annoys and offends him to no end. but also you're surprisingly defensive of him, like yes he's a bitchy emo gremlin but he's your bitchy emo gremlin

#sunni rambles #sagau brainrot #sunni's bits and bobs #brainrot #sagau #scaramouche #scara brainrot #reversed sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact brainrot #scaramouche genshin impact

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ohmyjinsus · 11 months

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gorgeous

park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

college student! au || 5.4k

this is literally over a year old and I’m only posting it now I’m the worst and I’m not going to proofread it either, whether or not it makes sense is in god’s hands, it’s also been like 5 and a half years since I played beer pong so hopefully I remember it correctly rip

there’s some underage drinking and y/n has some ~suggestive~ thoughts about sunghoon, there’s just kissing though - we’re also going to pretend y/n has a brother for the sake of this storyline, so sorry if you don’t

summary: you’ve been kind of crushing on this cute guy in your business class for a while now, but like, it’s not like he’d ever like you back anyway, he doesn’t even know you exist …. right?

You don’t believe in crushes. They’re a waste of time and energy, in your opinion. As a college student, dating someone is definitely not one of your priorities.

But of course, that hot guy in your business class exists.

You notice him on the first day of class. He’s absolutely stunning. He always looks so well put together, meanwhile there’s you, who woke up 20 minutes before class started and ran down the street in sweats. You’re sure if he was the one wearing sweats, he’d still look gorgeous.

He’s 110% your type, but you push it aside. There’s no point in trying to get with him. Even if there was, he’s out of your league. You don’t even know each other’s names. Every time you think about it, you come up with a list of reasons it wouldn’t work out. As long as you remember those, you’ll be fine.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, until you actually have to speak to him during your second class.

“Okay everyone, work with the person sitting behind you. Do practice questions 1-5, make sure you write down your answers, and then submit them to the dropbox online. When you’re done, you can leave.”

You look at your friend, rolling your eyes. In every other course, your professors just let you work with the person sitting next to you. You don’t know why this prof feels the need to make life harder for all of you.

The person in front of you is already working with someone else, so you turn around, hoping you get paired up with someone decent.

“Hey,” a voice says from behind you. “I’m Sunghoon.”

You want to throw yourself out a window. He looks even better up close, as cheesy as it is to say. You aren’t even sure you brushed your hair this morning.

“y/n.” He smiles, pulling his laptop closer.

“Last name?”

“What?” He smirks.

“For the assignment,” he clarifies. “It needs both our names on it.”

“Oh, right, duh.” You spell it for him and tell him your student number.

“Let’s get it, I guess.” You laugh, opening your textbook to the right page. As long as you can get through this without making a total fool of yourself, you’ll be fine.

“Okay,” you say, “question one.”

Thankfully, Sunghoon’s pretty talkative and he actually pays attention in class, so he has answers. You agree with them, for the most part, and add things on here and there.

“So for solvency ratios, you divide by net income, right?” Sunghoon asks, focused on his laptop.

“It’s net income divided by liabilities.” You’re pretty sure. But he makes you nervous. “Isn’t it?”

“Let me see that.” You hand over the textbook, letting him flip through to find the answer. You’re about to turn back to your laptop and scroll through your notes when Sunghoon groans. “You’re right, y/n. I’m just stupid.”

“Yes.” His head snaps up. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve said, but you can’t take it back now, so you just shrug.

“Damn, y/n. I thought we were friends.” You shake your head, not sure what to say. You’re scared you’ll just embarrass yourself at this point, so you try to focus on literally anything else.

It’s okay though, because Sunghoon is still smiling at you. You can’t ignore your heart beating a little bit faster. You hate that he has this effect on you. Especially since it’s your first time having a proper conversation with him.

He asks you for the next question, breaking your thoughts.

It doesn’t take you much longer to get through the work. When you’re done, Sunghoon turns his laptop around so you can double check everything. Once you give it the green light, he hands it in.

“I think he said we’re free to go now, right?” You ask, awkwardly. There’s still a lot of people in the room. You don’t want to be the first two to leavy.

“I believe so.” Sunghoon closes his laptop and pulls his jacket on. It looks expensive. You kind of wish you had one for yourself, but you know you probably can’t afford it. “Are you heading out? I’ll walk with you.”

You glance at your friend across the row, who’s still working. Part of you wants to say yes, and see what happens. Realistically, you know you’d be too nervous to say anything. You have no idea if he cares about you enough to continue speaking to you.

“That’s okay,” you tell him, gesturing towards your friend. “I’m gonna finish up some work and wait.”

“Sure,” he grabs his bag and gets up. “I’ll see you around then, y/n.” You nod awkwardly.

“Have a good weekend.” He smiles at you again, and it makes you just as nervous as the last time.

“You too.”

You watch as he heads down the aisle and out the door. As much as you try to focus on your other coursework, you can’t get him out of your head. You almost want to kill him for getting to you like this.

That night, while you’re practicing how to calculate solvency ratios, you’re still thinking of him.

You’ve probably seen him around campus before, but you don’t know anything about him. You have a feeling he’s older than you, but you’re not sure. You put your notebook away and grab your phone, opening Instagram.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. Thankfully, his profile is public.

You scroll through, looking at all the photos of him with his friends. There are some of him alone as well. You can’t help but notice how aesthetic his feed is. It suits him. Your profile is boring in comparison. The odds of him looking at it are slim anyway. You’re not too worried.

There’s a lot of photos of him with one girl as well. You click on her profile, trying to figure out if they’re together. There are pictures of her with some other guy. One of the captions mentions something about their third anniversary.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. You actually have a chance.

That thought makes you stop in your tracks. You don’t need a chance, you don’t have a crush on him. Do you?

You put your phone face down on your desk, opening your business textbook again.

Solvency ratios are a thousand times more interesting than Park Sunghoon. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

You have to get this stupid boy off your mind, as soon as possible.

===

You pretend he doesn’t exist until you see him in class on Friday.

When you walk into your lecture hall, you pass by him. When he notices you, he looks up and smiles. You try smile back like a normal person, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

You find your friends a few rows back, and get settled next to them. Usually when you get bored in lectures, you distract yourself on your laptop. Today, you find your eyes focusing on Sunghoon.

When you glance at him, he’s running his hand through his hair. You can’t help but wonder how soft it is. An image of the two of you making out pops into your head. The thought of your fingers tangled in his hair makes you blush. You hope none of your friends notice.

Your professor gives you some group work to do soon after that. You’re grateful for once, as it gives you something else to focus on.

Once you’ve completed it with your friends, you can’t help but glance at Sunghoon again. He’s talking to the person next to him, laughing at something they said. You can’t help but wish that was you making him laugh like that.

“Did you get what our prof said earlier?” Your friend says from beside you. You jump, trying to act normal.

“Sorry, what?”

“Our prof,” your friend says. “What pages did he say to study for our quiz?”

“Oh, right.” You scroll through the notes you took on your laptop, trying to find where you wrote it down.

For the rest of the lecture, you make sure to focus. You’ll be damned if your GPA drops because you were staring at some random boy in class instead of paying attention. That would be an absolute embarrassment.

When class is over, your friends ask if you want to get lunch with them. You say sure, packing up your things, getting ready to go.

As all of you head out of the room, trying to decide where to eat, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Wait, y/n,” you turn around. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Of course it’s Sunghoon.

“What’s going on?” One of your friends ask. You shake your head.

“Go,” you tell them. “Text me and I’ll meet you there after.” They nod, and you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon says when you turn to face him, “I wanted to catch you before I forget.”

“Sure,” you respond. You have literally no idea what he wants.

“I just wanted to say I know you.” You blink.

“I’m sorry, what?” Sunghoon looks down. He seems almost embarrassed.

“That probably sounded creepy, whoops.”

“A little bit.” The two of you smile at each other.

“I know your brother,” he clarifies.

“You do?” He nods, telling you they were friends in elementary school. When he mentions the classes they were in together, you recognize their teachers’ names. Your brother’s 2 years older than you, so Sunghoon must be as well.

“Last week I thought your name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard it before.”

“Oh, wow,” you respond. “I feel bad, I don’t remember you at all.” As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you regret it. You probably sound so mean. Sunghoon doesn’t seem fazed.

“I didn’t think you would, we never really spoke before.”

“Wait,” you say, suddenly. A memory just popped into your head. “Didn’t my brother accidentally slam your finger in a door at his birthday party? Or am I thinking of someone else?”

“That was me.” Sunghoon laughs. “Of all things to remember, it had to be the most embarrassing one.”

“I’m sorry.” You can’t help but laugh too.

“I’m just glad I exist somewhere in your memory.” That makes you blush.

“Of course you do.” He smiles at you.

“Anyway,” he says. “Your friends are probably waiting for you, you should go.”

“Oh, right.” You had almost forgotten about them. “Good thinking.”

“We can catch up later,” he tells you. “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“See you.”

Once he’s walked away, you pull out your phone, trying to figure out where your friends went. They’re right next door, so you speed walk over. You need advice. You can’t believe Sunghoon remembers you from over ten years ago. You can’t wrap your mind around it.

“He likes you!” is the immediate reaction when you tell your friends what Sunghoon said. You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure you’re blushing.

“Oh my god, do you like him too?” Your best friend asks. You shake your head right away.

“Of course not.”

“I wonder what he looked like as a kid, was he cute then?” You shrug.

“I genuinely do not remember him.”

“But he remembers you.”

“Maybe you have a point,” you admit.

“Exactly!” Your best friend says. “He was thinking of you outside of class, that means something y/n.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t argue with that logic. “And he said we could catch up later, what does that even mean?”

“He wants to talk to you again!” One of your other friends chimes in. “I ship it.”

You cover your face, so no one sees you blushing. “I don’t need this right now. It sounds like a fic or something.”

“y/n’s out here living my dream life. Your brother’s best friend, my god.” You roll your eyes. “Did he ask for your number?”

“No.” You sigh.

“Idiot.” That makes you laugh. “You have the rest of the semester to make him fall in love with you. That’s more than enough time.”

They all start talking about something else, which you’re grateful for. Although Sunghoon’s still in the back of your mind. They made some valid points.

He was thinking about you outside of class. And he did imply he wants to talk to you again.

Then again, that doesn’t mean anything. He was probably just being nice.

But when you get home that night, your phone lights up while you’re getting ready for bed. When you see it’s an Instagram notification, you pray it’s him.

It’s just your cousin. You hate that you’re disappointed.

As you lay there in the dark, contemplating whether you should add him as a friend, you can’t deny it.

You do have a crush on Park Sunghoon after all. Damn it.

===

For the next week, you try to act cool about it. You haven’t spoken to Sunghoon since he told you he knows you. You were hoping he would add you on some form of social media, but he hasn’t. You know you could make the first move yourself, but you’re too anxious to do that.

Your friends continue to tease you, but you just roll your eyes and tell them to stop being ridiculous.

You make more of an effort with your appearance for the next class. Sunghoon’s always showing up in blazers, looking flawless. You know you could never reach his level, but you should at least try.

The stupid boy’s got you waking up early just so you can pick a decent outfit and make sure you look alive. You hate him.

You get to class before he does on Friday. Thankfully, your friends don’t say anything about it when you sit with them in the back.

Towards the end of class, your professor reminds you of your midterm project.

“I know it’s early, but you should start preparing.” He says. “I’ve randomly assigned you partners, you can find them under the class list online.”

“What if you got paired up with your future boyfriend, y/n?” One of your friends whispers.

“Shut up.”

But you open a new tab in your browser and check anyway.

“Oh no.” Your friends all turn to look at you. You highlight where your name and Sunghoon’s are on the screen and turn your laptop to face them. “I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not!”

“It’s a good opportunity to get closer to him.” You roll your eyes. “Literally or figuratively.”

“Stop it!” Although you have been thinking about getting closer to him physically these days. You would never admit it though. Those thoughts are for you, and you alone.

After class, you contemplate asking Sunghoon for his number, for academic purposes, of course, but you can’t find the courage to do it. You expect him to come over and ask for yours, but he doesn’t either. You’re slightly disappointed while you walk home from class.

Later that night, you get a Facebook message from him. You had completely forgotten you even have Facebook, considering you never use it anymore. You don’t know anyone your age who uses it. Then again, Sunghoon is older, so maybe that’s why.

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: hey y/n, I saw we’re partners for the midterm project

Sunghoon [10:37pm]: we should probably meet up and figure out what we’re gonna write about

y/n [10:40pm]: hey !!

As soon as you send the double exclamation mark, you want to kick yourself. You sound way too excited. It’s bad enough you’re responding less than 5 minutes after he messaged you.

y/n [10:41pm]: that’s probably a good idea, did you have something in mind already?

Sunghoon [10:41pm]: I haven’t looked at the instructions yet, I don’t even know what the paper is on

The fact that he responded so quickly makes you even more excited. Then again, he could’ve just had his phone in his hand anyway. It’s probably just convenient for him to respond to you now instead of waiting.

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: you live on campus, right?

Sunghoon [10:43pm]: we could meet in the student centre over the weekend and think it over

You’re about to respond and tell him yes, of course, when you get another message.

Sunghoon [10:44pm]: or we can wait, I know normal people go out on the weekend

That makes you pause for a second. What is he trying to say? You shake it off.

y/n [10:45pm]: are you not a normal person, park sunghoon? 👀

You don’t know what compels you to use his full name like that. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s weird.

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: shut up y/n 😤

Sunghoon [10:45pm]: I just thought you might have like, a hot date or something, I didn’t want to ruin your plans

You want to scream. You wish you had the guts to send something back about going on a hot date with him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it.

y/n [10:47pm]: don’t worry

y/n [10:47pm]: you can have me all to yourself

Why are you so stupid? Sunghoon reads your message before you even have time to figure out if there’s a way to unsend it.

Sunghoon [10:47pm]: good

Sunghoon [10:48pm]: does tomorrow work for you?

y/n [10:48pm]: sure

You’re afraid to say too many words, in case you wind up saying something stupid again.

Sunghoon [10:49pm]: 2?

y/n [10:49pm]: yeah, that works!

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: okay cool

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: I’ll probably stop at starbucks before

Sunghoon [10:50pm]: what’s your order?

Okay, now you’re really going to scream. The fact that he’s willing to bring you a drink is so sweet. He could just be being nice, but you choose to believe this is something more.

You take a second to think about it. You can’t even remember your usual Starbucks order. Your mind’s gone completely blank. You open the app on your phone to look at their menu. Then you realize how stupid you seem. Sunghoon’s not good for your health.

y/n [10:53pm]: an iced chai latte would be great 🥺

y/n [10:53pm]: bless your soul

Sunghoon [10:54pm]: okay cool I’ll see you then

You don’t want to leave him on read, but you have no idea what else to say. You like his message instead. A heart seems a little excessive, but whatever.

The next day you get to the student centre earlier than you intended. Your anxiety convinced you it would be best to get there before Sunghoon. You find a spot in the corner and pull out your laptop, looking at the assignment requirements.

About five minutes later, you get a message from Sunghoon. You tell him you’re over by the vending machines.

It takes all your energy not to stare at the door and wait for him to come in. You force yourself to look at literally anything else. The last thing you want to do is make a fool of yourself. Again.

“y/n!” Sunghoon sits on the couch across from you, putting your drink down on the table in front of you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” you respond, picking it up. He got you a venti. After you take a sip, you pull out your phone. “Here, I’ll pay you back right now.”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s my treat.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He gets his laptop out of his bag. “You can get it next time.”

The fact that he thinks there’s going to be a next time makes you blush. You focus on the screen in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He probably means another study session, but you can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

“Shall we pick a topic?”

The two of you spend the next hour working. You both wanted to research a similar topic. Sunghoon says he’s okay going with your idea. He thinks it’s better than his. You can’t hide your smile.

You both go through your university’s online library, looking for resources. Once you’ve found the required amount of peer-reviewed articles, you decide to take a break.

Sunghoon watches as you chug about half of your drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” You almost choke. You know he didn’t mean it like that, but part of you wonders if he’s winding you up.

“Shut up.” He just smiles, taking a sip of his own drink.

You finish it, and suggest you get back to work right away. You aren’t sure how to make conversation with him like a normal person, so it’s probably best to just focus on your school work.

The two of you come up with an outline for your paper and decide to stop there for now. Sunghoon suggests you get together in a few days, to add some information and start writing the actual paper. You tell him sure, promising to buy him Starbucks then. He agrees.

As you leave the building together, part of you hopes he’ll offer to walk you home. He doesn’t.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” You nod.

“Sure.”

“I’ll text you.”

That makes you smile.

“Sure,” you say again, sounding much happier this time.

You hope Sunghoon doesn’t notice, but he’s laughing as he walks away.

You completely forget about it when you get home, as your roommates bombard you the second you walk through the door.

“What’s going on?” You ask, taking off your shoes. “Did someone die?”

One of them shakes her head. “Jungwon invited us to his Halloween party.”

“Halloween party?” You frown. “We never go to parties.”

“Well no,” your other roommate responds. “But it’s Jungwon.”

That’s a solid point. All of you have known Jungwon for quite a while now.

A lot of the guys on your campus are big into drinking, throwing parties every weekend. You and your roommates aren’t into that sort of thing. Some of them don’t even drink. But Jungwon’s pretty tame, you know he wouldn’t throw a crazy party like that. This one will definitely be much calmer. You trust him.

“Do we have to dress up?” You ask, more concerned about that than anything else.

“Of course we do!”

“Let’s do matching costumes.”

“Please, no.”

“Come on, y/n! It’ll be fun.”

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The second you step into the party, you regret going. You should’ve convinced your friends to stay home and watch scary movies instead. You feel so stupid with the cat ears on your head and the whiskers you drew on with eyeliner. You don’t even have a tail.

Now, you’re awkwardly sitting on the couch in Jungwon’s living room. There’s some Pitbull song about a hotel room playing from another room. They could have at least chosen better music.

Your friends are having fun, at least. One of them got you a drink. You aren’t sure what it is. Coke and something. Maybe vodka? It tastes good, that’s all that matters to you.

When your friends decide to play beer pong, you can’t help but laugh. One of them is quite tipsy, so her aim is way off. After missing a few shots, her partner gives up on her.

“We’re switching players,” your friend tells the other team. “y/n, come here.” You didn’t sign up for this, but at least it’ll give you something to do. You get up and walk over.

“Wait, wait,” one of the guys says. Jay, you think. You know he’s one of Jungwon’s friends. “If you’re allowed to change players halfway through the game, so are we.”

“Go on then,” you respond, grabbing a ping pong ball. Your team is losing. You’ve got 2 cups left on your side of the table. Jay’s side has 5. You know you’re probably screwed, but it’s worth a shot. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you competitive.

“Get out of here, Jake.” Poor Jake looks slightly wasted too. You don’t blame Jay for wanting him out. “Sunghoon, you’re up.”

You freeze. Of course Park Sunghoon’s who you’re playing against. The universe seems obsessed with throwing the two of you together.

He’s dressed as a vampire, which suits him quite well. He pulls out his fake teeth and grabs a ping pong ball.

“Oh, hey kitty,” he says when he notices you. It takes you a second to realize he’s referring to your costume. “You look cute.” His smile almost makes you pass out. There’s no way you’re winning this. Your team would’ve been better off with your drunk friend instead.

“Shut up.” It’s the only thing you can think to say. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow at you before tossing the ball. It lands right into the cup in front of you.

“No, y/n,” he replies. “You shut up.”

You give him a dirty look, grabbing your drink. Thankfully, someone suggested you leave the cups empty and have your own drinks whenever you need to. Apparently one of Jungwon’s roommates said traditional beer pong is unsanitary. You agree.

While you take a few sips, your friend makes a quiet comment about how Sunghoon’s clearly flirting with you. You almost choke. This entire situation is ridiculous, you should just run away.

“Okay, let’s go.” You say once you’re finished. Thankfully, you manage to get a ball into one of their cups as well. Jay grabs his beer, quickly drinking some before taking his shot.

When he misses, you can’t help but cheer. You’re a little bit louder than you intended though. You spot Sunghoon smiling at you from across the room.

Your friend manages to get the next ball in as well. Sunghoon throws back his head while he chugs his drink and you can’t help but to notice what a pretty neck he has. All you want is to pull him into an empty room and mark him as yours.

Jay’s voice snaps you back to reality. Maybe you should have dressed up as the vampire instead.

Thankfully, you don’t totally suck at beer pong. You manage to get 2 balls in yourself, and your friend gets 2 as well.

The boys have only managed to get the one in. You’re down to one cup each. It’s your turn, so you let your friend take the shot.

Once the ball lands in the final cup, you cheer. All your friends crowd around the two of you, giving you a big group hug. You almost want to dance to the stupid Pitbull hotel room song. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t a total flop after all.

As you all let go of each other, you see Sunghoon across the table, finishing whatever’s left of his drink. When he puts the cup down, he makes eye contact with you. You’re surprised you manage to hold his gaze. It’s probably the alcohol.

You’re even more shocked when he appears right in front of you. It’s quite loud. He leans down so you can hear him.

“Let’s get out of here.” You can feel his breath on your ear.

“Okay.” His face breaks out into a smile, and he grabs your hand. You barely have time to process it before he’s leading you out of the room.

“Where are we going?” You ask, once both of you are in the hallway.

“My room.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes go wide.

“No, it’s okay,” he says quickly. “I live here. Didn’t you know?”

You follow him as he leads you up the stairs. “Nope.”

“I’ve lived with Jungwon since last year.” Sunghoon pushes his bedroom door open, letting you walk in first. It’s cleaner than you thought it would be. “I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We did a project together in psych once,” you tell him. You have no idea where you’re supposed to go. The only place to really sit is his bed but that doesn’t feel right.

“Come here.” Sunghoon takes your hand again, pulling you over to the window. You didn’t realize it opened out onto the roof. It’s flat so you’re not concerned about drunkenly falling off.

“Wait, this is so cool.” He opens the window, climbing through first. Then he helps you, holding onto your waist until you get your footing. “Thanks.”

He pulls off his vampire cape, laying it down so the two of you can sit on it. You make sure you’re facing him.

“The view isn’t that nice though.” The two of you glance towards the street. It’s the main road on your campus. There’s not much to look at, besides a lot of buildings.

“Don’t look at that,” you respond. “Look at me.” You’re surprised you have the guts to say it. If you're going to flirt with him, it may as well be now, while you’ve got liquid courage in your veins.

“Gladly.” When you make eye contact again, you feel less nervous. “You’re much prettier anyway.”

You can’t get a read on him. He must be somewhat interested in you if he’s ditched a party and brought you up to his room. It would only make sense.

“Don’t be silly."

“I’m not,” he replies.

You aren’t really sure what to say to him, so you two sit in silence for a little while. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“I was going to ask you to come here,” Sunghoon says suddenly.

“To your room?” He shakes his head.

“To the party, I mean.”

“Oh, duh.” It must be the alcohol making your brain fuzzy. Or maybe it’s being in his presence. Or both.

“When I found out Jungwon told you about the party instead, I was kind of sad.”

“Oh?” You aren’t sure where he’s going with this.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon looks down. “I thought I missed my chance.”

“To do what?”

“Remember when you said I was stupid?” His voice is quiet. You can’t help but reach out and lift his head so he’s looking at you. Once you make eye contact, you drop your hand so it’s on his arm instead.

“Technically, you said it.” You remind him. “I just agreed.”

“Right,” he says, smiling. “Well, you had a point.”

“I know.” That makes him laugh.

“I should’ve asked for your number then.”

“What are you trying to say, Park Sunghoon?”

“I like you, y/n.” You take his hand in yours.

“I like you too, Sunghoon.” He shakes his head.

“No, like, I like you.” You smile.

“I know,” you tell him. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester.”

“You have?” He seems shocked.

“Of course,” you hit him with your other hand, but he grabs that one too. “Have you seen yourself?”

He looks down, smiling at himself. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks quietly.

“Why are you acting all shy?” Sunghoon looks up again. You’re pretty sure he’s blushing. “Obviously, I do.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, “I got distracted.”

“Distracted from what?”

“I meant to ask you a question.”

“Go on then.” You squeeze both his hands.

“Can I have your number?”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but you didn’t expect that.

“Give me your phone.”

Once you’ve typed your info in, you hand it back. Right away, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out, checking the message Sunghoon sent you.

Unknown [12:03am]: can I take you on a date tomorrow?

y/n [12:04am]: tomorrow as in today or tomorrow tomorrow

Sunghoon laughs from beside you. You can’t help but smile as well. While he responds, you save him as a contact.

Sunghoon [12:05am]: whenever you want

y/n [12:05am]: I’d love to :)

You wait for Sunghoon to text you back, but he doesn’t. When you glance over at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Good,” he whispers, before leaning into you.

You don’t hesitate, immediately doing the same. You can’t help but grin into the kiss. You’re pretty sure Sunghoon is as well.

When he pulls away, you’re laughing.

“Are you laughing because I’m a bad kisser or because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not sure,” you admit. “Kiss me again and I’ll let you know.”

Sunghoon smiles, pulling you into him again.

“Sure,” he places a kiss on your neck. “I’d be more than happy to.”

#sunghoon #fluff #enhypen #enha #sunghoon scenario #sunghoon imagine #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #also sorry for the random ass taylor swift song title again I think it’s kind of fitting #also I was trying to format this and my mother comes into the room and starts talking to me about tea like kelly I'm trying to do something #anyway #emojis look so weird italicized damn I never noticed before

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bastardrobocop · 3 months

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not being funny, not being melodramatic i hope, but i feel like the last year has broken me in a lot of ways. 2023 i mean. i watched a long term relationship disintegrate in my hands until the ultimate betrayal of my trust and safety. i was so stressed and so fucked up all the time.

and now like, i can feel im withdrawing from my friends, im engaging in unhealthy behaviors i will not specify here, despite it all im more lonely than ive ever been, my hobbies are starting to feel like dust in my mouth, and while i'm not actively suicidal, the thought isnt far from my mind in that nasty intrusive thought sort of way.

there are nice things. i have the place to myself. the bed to myself. its quiet. but i feel like ive exhausted the amount of patience people have with me talking about what ive gone through. and as is the nature of things i dont feel as though ive built character or come through hardened. i feel mad. hurt. i want to hurt xer back somehow. take something back because something was taken from me. i feel like i have no recourse. god knows if xe'll hurt someone like xe hurt me again. but thats not even my primary motivation. i just hate feeling like theres nothing. no justice. no satisfaction. nothing that makes being raped a more tolerable experience, which is a silly thing to say. but you understand, right? like, sure i could post somewhere highly visible "In December of 2023 well known SCP Wiki author UraniumEmpire sexually assaulted me" but like what would that accomplish? it sure would put me under a microscope. its a surreal sentence too. hard to explain why. maybe its ultraminor celebrity combined with knowledge that inevitably it can just be denied and nobody will listen.

you know before now i never really noticed how much people fetishize sexual assault? "CNC" and the like. i dont care for it. i dont think they know. its frustrating as an adult online trying to navigate adult spaces. i know its an odd topic, but im fully stream of consciousness right now. i'll see something and it hits me in the gut and so i block the user or close the thing or leave the discord call. yet another addition to the list of things that make my tastes so exacting.

i feel like i should come to some overall point but the only thing coming to mind right now is just 'i hate this'. and i do. i hate this so much. i'm crying a lot more. at stupid things. weird things. memories. dreams. this post. the funny thing is that despite it all, despite the content, despite everything, i hope people read it. i like feeling like i exist. i like feeling real to other people. reminding folks that im not just a joke machine. i have an internal world. i have had a life that's lead me here and despite advantages it has not been good.

did i ever talk about how my high school graduation went? odd digression, bear with me. i feel like its emblematic of how things typically go for me. it's the day i graduate high school. i come downstairs to find my mother on skype with my kansas family. my grandfather is dying. they put him on skype. i watch him die over skype. after sitting alone for some time, i tell my parents i do not want to go through with high school graduation. i am forced to regardless. it is the most miserable day of my life. nobody listens to what i need in the moment. i go through with it, and then we are all shepherded to some kind of entertainment center. for reasons i cannot fathom, we are not allowed to leave for a couple hours. enforced fun time. they bring a stage hypnotist. i sit in silence and watch his antics. i get up and ask one of the people supervising us if i can leave now. they finally say yes. my mother takes me home. she asks if i have a nice time. i say of course i didnt. we drive home in silence.

i have have very rarely felt understood. very rarely felt like i was built to exist in the world. i feel as though i have an expiration date beyond the obvious one. i have grown older and watched people i know operate normally in the world and wondered how they do it. it never clicked for me. autism, transness, otherings. experts looked at me, told me i needed accommodations. never really got them, or they didnt help.

this is getting too long. i asked myself partway through if this was a suicide note but concluded that it wasn't. this is primarily because im scared if i die, they'll separate my cats. adopt them to different homes. they're best friends, they should not be kept apart. i love my cats, even when they're breaking shit and tearing open trash bags.

final paragraph. this whole post thing is probably going to sound embarrassing to me when i have hindsight on it. oh well. i am going to hit the post button now.

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yellowocaballero · 8 months

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hi! i know that i'm fated to read your every work despite not knowing the media half the time. this time i would like to finally be one step ahead. so uhh. where do i read orv? do i go for the webtoon or the novel? to clarify, i did try to search, but got confused by reddit. also i am going to watch trigun. i've been eyeing animorphs too but the 54 (?) books are making me go hmm. thank you for existing you're pretty great. you're like the spiderman of writing but instead you got asbestos rat'd.

THIS ASK IS INSANE. WE'RE REFERENCING MY LORE NOW?

But thank you, you're insane. People ask why I have stupid high standards for the fics i post on AO3 and it is because there are people like you who will just read whatever regardless of whether or not it's good. I have a responsibility.

This ask also made me wonder if I have good taste. Because every time somebody says this my first reaction is "oh god and the source materials aren't even good". I read a lot of trashy stuff (but, like, define trashy), and I consume too many bad things to be able to say I have discerning taste. If I enjoy something I almost never call it bad, because things were made to be enjoyed and I enjoyed them then they had value in at least one aspect. If you were to ask me if my favorite TV show of all time the Incredible Hulk 1974 was actually, unironically, good, then I'd break into a cold sweat. Is somebody bad because it's camp? Is something bad only if it's unintentional camp?

Regardless, I never write fic for something that isn't only like 80% good - there's a sweet spot of 'good enough for me to obsess over' and 'bad enough that I'm rewriting it in my head'. It's rare I write for anything I find completely good. Which is why I feel bad when people say that they're reading this thing I'm writing fic for jalksdf there's better things out there I SWEAR.

ORV is in the sweet spot of "this isn't high literature" and "this has given me brain worms". Definitely for sure start with the webtoon - the webnovel is clunkily translated, you don't read it for the writing at all, and it is also a literal million words. Don't read the webnovel unless you're like "I'm going insane and I need more of this". It starts off kind of slow ("This is a well executed very banal isekai") and you're like a frog in the pot of it slowly going more insane until you're a ways in and you are in a tangle of ridiculously complicated gambits and convoluted storytelling. There is literally no other way to describe it than the Homestuck of webnovels. If you're completely unfamiliar with isekai that's fine, but as a warning - ORV being your first webtoon/webnovel isekai is like your first shoujo manga being Ouran High Schol Host Club, or your first magical girl show being Madoka, or your first mecha anime to be Neon Genesis Evangelion. It's one of the best works in its genre but it's supposed to be viewed in context of the genre. Or maybe it's more like if Homura starred in Evangelion, which was Ouran. I'm just saying words.

Animorphs is kind of like Mother 3 in which everybody who has ever read/played it said that it changed them as a person, it changed their relationship with media and storytelling forever, if you read/play it you will be born again from the world's egg, etc. Works that genuinely become part of your personality. I also never recommend it to people because it is incredibly hit or miss. I remember using a spreadsheet of just "what books are skippable or not" because some of them are incredibly weird and some of them are incredibly weird in the bad way. The only Animorphs fic I've ever written is from 2019 so it's also not that great. Each book only takes an hour to read and the pdfs are free online, so it's incredibly accessible in terms of the reading experience, but it's kinda the Animorphs gestalt that changes you forever and not the individual books. I try not to recommend stuff that's like 25% bad.

Watch Trigun if you like what Trigun is - it's not going to deliver on something it's not. Also watch 98 first. Watch Stampede/read Trimax if you want more Trigun. The Trigun fic is based off Stampede but refer to my "I only write fic for smth that's 80% good and not 100% good" statement.

Also I think being bit by an asbestos rat just means that I probably have mold and drywall in my lungs, which would explain a lot about this blog. Thanks for the ask I love it.

#you have to feel kind of guilty saying “this is the homestuck of webnovels” and reccomending it with a straight face #and like i wouldn't outright reccomend it #it has plenty of problems. but also you dont care about the problems much ya know.#my asks #my writing #it is genuinely so funny that Animorphs and M3 girlies are Like That #sir this is a children's novel where a teenager vomits crocodiles #and it's not as good when you just hear people describe it like “oh read animorphs its sooo fucked up and edgy and people die”#like. yes its good because its fucked up. but also #the humor and levity and silliness is important and makes the fuckery meaningful #i think mostly it's the fact that animorphs will present to you some very shallow stuff and then ask you to engage with it like its real #its not realism or grittiness or edge #it just presents you with Very Basic Children's SciFi and goes #these are real children. all life is real sentient life.#yes the CIA really did do that.#when the enemy is killed the enemy is dead. do you understand.#thats what makes it a rly good childrens novel but also what makes it so disturbing as an adult #whose been asked to fictionalize suffering countless times in scifi #and on the tv. and in the news. and from each other.#and when we're presented with normal fictional suffering and the narrative is like No - Look At This #it changes how you engage with scifi and media in general #there's a lot of 'Jake' characters out there. but you can't look at them the same way.#did not expect the tag essay to be about animorphs this time.

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juicywritinghoard · 2 years

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emoji prompts

🥺you sleep with the stuffed animal I won you??

🤏 truly I am this close to kissing you or biting you and I haven't decided which

🥖 I would do anything to get you to bake me more bread, was that straight up mind control oh my god

🥚babe we cannot raise a dragon egg babe please we live in an apartment

🧨stop asking me to do crimes with you I am falling in love too hard

🏆okay I know the two of us are crazy stupid competive and are very close to getting kicked out for our bs but trying to beat you makes my blood pump like it never has before

🌮I'm the celebrity guest on your cooking show trying not to show the whole world I can't make anything more complicated than grilled cheese but I'd do anything to make you keep laughing

🎟did not actually expect to win the lottery with you and now we have to split the cash, but at least I can afford time off work now to run from your insane family that's after the money?

🎈you're a single parent at this birthday party at my work and I cannot believe I have to keep up the shtick when I'd much rather be wooing you

🩰we are rivals and I hate your guts stop being so pretty and kind about me getting the lead or I'm gonna have a feeling about it

🔌androids aren't supposed to have souls but we sure are falling in love like you have one

📚you are my favorite author and you haven't published anything for so long can I help you please please please

🔎my life long dream of inspecting a murder mystery super might get me killed but like, worth it

📬penpals to lovers I'm willing it into existence I know you live so far away but I can't help falling ass over teakettle in love with you, I mean. you seal your letters and doodle and add washi tape how could I Not

🔒I broke into your car to impress you when you locked your keys in and now I have to construct an elaborate lie to explain myself

🛏this mattress store is gonna kick us out. yep

👑stop kissing me so right I have to assassinate you

🗡four minutes after you, my sworn rival, tilted my chin up with your sword

🎻you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild

🎩your costume is stupid but just you wait until you see mine

🔇you haven't been online in two days would it be insane for me to drive to your place and make sure you haven't like, died. because I am omw

💍good morning will you marry me

🛒every little moment with you is a sweet adventure, even going to the grocery store, which I hate to bastard death

🥧 I am so sad but this pie you brought me is helping a little. let me get two spoons

🎂am I the first person to wish you happy birthday today? it's so late :( I'm dropping everything rn let's celebrate you

🦖and don't get me started on jurassic Park as a concept if they had just had some ENRICHMENT, sorry, sorry, you don't need to listen to me go on. I know it's annoy- why are you looking at me like that

🦄so like. Magic is real huh. and you're magic? cool cool cool. I'm gonna be sooo normal about this just. just give me a sec

👽no you crashlanded your spaceship in my backyard I think I'm owed an explanation actually

😻I'm so sorry my cat keeps escaping to go to your place, Beans is just obsessed with you. haha and who could blame him, honestly

❤️‍🔥may or may not be burning my exes things in the park and sobbing be cool maybe

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headbuds · 1 year

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Alright we're gonna continue the series. Stupid things that Fakedisordercringe says/does with Mark! Part uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(Good news, Systemcringe was banned, even if they have a small ban evading sub. So that's good at least...)

(edit: It's not small.)

Now, let's see what's new with FDC.

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1. Being upset that Wednesday Addams has a personality that a lot of autistic people were bullied over. They don't like how people are calling others out on how they like Wednesday but then treat autistic people like weirdos.

2. 11 year olds being able to recognize things like hallucinations, paranoia, and thoughts of self harm, even if they didn't get the terms correctly, makes FDC angry.

3. Transgender system, diagnosed, exists and makes memes, and that makes FDC angry.

4. It may or may not be satire, but it feels satire to me. A person with BPD gets told that they make it their entire personality and they say "I have tourettes too, bitch." Now, we've never been good with satire, but that felt very satire, but it gets posted anyways I guess.

5. Autistic people make memes. Suddenly bad I guess?

6. A ND person makes a meme. Also evil I guess. :(

7. Person has a lot of disorders and symptoms of disorders. Most come from trauma or neurodivergency. Who would have thought that someone can have a bunch of other trauma disorders if they already have one extreme one and multiple other things that can make it easier to get traumatized? Certainly not FDC, that's for sure.

8. LGBTQ autistic person exists! Gets posted on that basis! Let's see, that makes , like the trillionth example of FDC being homo/transphobic.

9. Transgender system with nonhuman alters exist, FDC gets mad again, comparing it to being trans-species, which isn't- that's not really what trans-species/alterhumanity is???

10. Polyfrag system with 2000+ alters. I don't think FDC knows what polyfrag systems are.

11. System is laughing at FDC about being posted on there, FDC gets pissy and posts them again.

12. They make fun of stimming again. (The post about dance stimming. Y'know the one where the person stims using dancing? A valid way to stim? Because stimming is self-stimulation?)

13. They brought SCP into this oh god Jesus Christ no. (I will shred their limbs. -Jack)

14. FDC hates self-dxing again

15. A person, fictive, was groomed by another fictive from their source. And FDC laughs at them. That's just fucking cruel.

16. Add another tally for times FDC hates autistic people joking about their own autism

17. I don't even know what their problem was. A system was venting. That was literally it.

18. Self-dx hate part uhhh... I lost track.

19. An openly Trans system with in-sys relationship exists peacefully. Not peacefully anymore of course.

20. If I see one more post where they complain about autistic people joking about their own autism I will screech.

21. Same as 20 but with hating on Self-dx

22. Complaining about the rise of trans systems being open about themselves online. Again. How original. (It's like onejoke all over again. -Jonah)

23. FDC doesn't like a fictive ask blog.

24. System jokes about system things and gets posted

25. Ahh, found the post where they posted one of the people on here that we know. Who is Prof dxed. Fuck FDC.

26. Complaining about transgender systems being open about being transgender systems again, I swear to God.

27. ⬆️ But not trans specifically

28. ⬆️ But fictives specifically

29. Making fun of stims again, love to see it

30. Systems can't be minors suddenly. Y'know. A part of a disorder that forms in early childhood.

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Alright, we'll end it off here for the sake of mental health. Have a good night everyone and stay safe from that hellhole! 👍

If you're willing to help, people are trying to get FDC banned for good. Here's a post on AHS (againsthatesubreddits) about it.

Edit: nvm it got taken down... :(

#tw fakeclaiming #fakedisordercringe tw #fuck fakedisordercringe #anti fakeclaiming #pro self diagnosis #tw ableism

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May I just say though? Personally, when someone asks me to be accommodating towards them, I can usually entertain, should the circumstances allow it, and if I had also been given that in the first place.

However in this case, why exactly should I be made to feel obligated to accommodate that person (or anyone who had a hand on the dogpiling/gossip train) and give them the benefit of the doubt, when I myself was not given the courtesy?

That's like asking for something I don't have to give. You think it only takes a few days to get over incidents like this?

How about you all fucking try what it's like to be called "ableist" based on a few tags that was written in frustration, then to be dogpiled on and gossiped about god knows where, and called out publicly without even a chance to explain myself in private?

Like sure, now they ask me, now-when they may or may not have found out that I too am a POC in the fandom, who was just literally vibing in my own damn lane, when the defamation has already occurred, when I've already been gossiped about in certain circles, etc.

It's easier to ask for accommodation when the deed has already been done, yknow? LOL

I have no more hesitation to rant on this stupid blog of mine (besides the fact that this is my online diary, haha) since I've already been cancelled and called all kinds of ugly names in the book in this stupid fandom, but to whomever is still somehow keeping an eye on this blog-while I may not be in the icky habit of call out culture, please be aware that I have receipts.

And ngl, the hypocrisy is through the damn roof. Lol

Somehow those people who are still complaining about me on their platforms are bold enough with their back and forth behavior of "all fandom opinions should exist" vs "they should keep what I perceive to be character wank out of the tags" is such a damn whiplash that at this point, I'm pretty sure the two scary extremes of their behavior are all just efforts to create an echo chamber around them where their headcanons are affirmed.

And that's all well and good, create that echo chamber as much as y'all want and invite those people in said echo chamber under the guise of positivity, but lemme just say one thing now, as someone who's read the stupid KP novel twice now, as well as watched the show all the way through three times: no matter how much you want your headcanons to BE canon, THEY ARE NOT. echo chamber numbers don't mean shit against what's canon and what isn't.

Sure, pick and choose what aspects of canon you want to play with, that’s more than fine. But for the love of all the green pastures on god's earth, it is not a personal attack on you that I choose to engage in the canon dynamics, as depicted in the book and show. it is not a personal attack that I choose to talk about these things, omfg.

because believe me, I am NOT the only one with unpopular opinions in this fandom, and lemme tell y'all now, they want to be able to say what they want without fear of being cancelled, and you can only control an atmosphere of fandom for so long.

And finally, a few more things: one, the damn tags don't belong to anyone. Trying to control what is said in the tags, now that's fandom policing, not whatever the hell I was doing just ranting in my own blog and thinking to myself this is my safe space. two, playing the high horse card and saying it's all for the sake of "keeping the positivity in fandom" only creates an atmosphere of people walking on eggshells, of not being able to say what they want to say about the characters, as if somehow people aren't allowed to make mistakes, lest they too are dogpiled like I was.

how sensitive you are about these characters is no one else's problem but your own. I (and anyone else who doesn't agree with your headcanons) am not a damn babysitter, grow tf up.

#personal #fandom drama #so this is what defamation feels like #personal rant #I suggest you don't click on this unless you don't mind being potentially called out if you're in the KP fandom #just sayin'#in fact #if you feel attacked #unfollow me now please #for both of our sakes

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#stop!! underestimating !! lando !! norris!! it's just bc his slip ups get so so big like come on!!!!!!!!!

No, but as a fan of multiple drivers, I've noticed this with Lando so much.

Like this narrative that "he doesn't have that dog in him" when he doesn't kill his tyres fighting Max, yet when Charles essentially said he didn't fight Max because he knew his real fight was with George/Mercedes after Abu Dhabi, he was praised for playing it smart.

Same thing with the quali errors while pushing for pole. Charles admitted last year when he was putting it into the barriers every other quali because he wanted pole, not P2. He was routinely praised for legitimately wrecking his car and creating damage for the mechanics to repair before the race. Lando just suffers from spins/lock ups and he's washed, his career is over, he's feeling too much pressure from his teammate, etc. etc. Same thing with Lewis even admitting his quali wasn't strong this year. He admits that and says he wants to improve on it, he's praised for it. Lando criticizes his Saturday performances and admits he needs to work on them, he's mentally weak, he'll never win a race, he always chokes under pressure, etc.

And I do think a lot of the narrative around him has to do with his struggles with mental health and him being so open about them. Hell, we've seen Checo seemingly lose it all after convincing himself he could challenge Max for a championship, we've heard him have moments on the radio, yet I don't see article after article about his mental health and questioning if he will be able to cope with the pressures of F1. I think it's ridiculous how he advocates for mental health and somehow people assume that makes him weak or not able to cope with the pressure necessary to win races. (I also think it's ridiculous that we allow this toxicity to exist to the point that he's even now being WARNED by retired drivers like Nico and Jenson to not give so much insight into his mental health unless he wants the media and his competitors to use that against him. Like it is just wild to me that even the good things he tries to do are somehow spun into negatives).

Idk sorry for the rant, Lando just gets SO much unnecessary hate (and I'm not saying that Charles, Lewis, or any other driver I've mentioned in this ask doesn't, but it's just weird to me this seemingly impossible standard that people try to hold Lando to. George can outperform Lewis on the rare weekend and I don't see quite literally everyone saying Lewis is washed with nobody defending him. Carlos can get Ferrari's only win in a year and I don't see people claiming Charles is a washed waste of a seat with nobody defending him. Like idk it's just wild to me. And idk it's sad to know that he's basically chronically online and has already confirmed that he reads the shit people say about him and call him).

charles: i am stupid the world: oh baby no you're not! you were just trying your best <3 better luck next time!

lando: (gets anywhere slightly what's expected of him, not taking into account what's realistic with the car/tyres/strategy/track he's got) the world: boo, lando nowins, washed, can't drive, why's he still here, paid driver, etc etc etc blah blah blaaahhhh

and god !! the mental health topic !! you're so right about that too. it's unbelievable how his openness is seen as a vulnerability when it could be the strongest power he's ever had. this gruesome sport needs them so so badly but these disgusting and dumb toxic-masculinity mindset pathetic excuse of men are ruining the one man with enough balls to speak up about it.

never apologise for ranting, love! i agree w every word you say.

lando gets so much unnecessary hate targeted specifically at his supposed lack of ability when he continues to prove time and time again just how fucking talented and able he is. i so, so hope that lando sees us praising him besides all the hate. but, knowing what we see from him, i doubt he'd believe the good stuff easier than the bad stuff.

#Anonymous #lando norris

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josdelusions · 1 year

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Long distance; JB(final)

Warning: Hello everyone, I finally brought the third and LAST PART of Long Distance. I hope you like it!

Remembering that English is not my first language, so sorry for the mistakes. It's also worth remembering that I'm not a professional author and this is just for fun, so be kind.

Based on November 9th chapter five by Colleen Hoover.

YN POV

I was desolate, bitter, lonely, sad, tired and all the bad adjectives possible. As you can tell, I'm not over Jude and I'm still reeling from the end of our relationship, even after a month.

It took a month of going over all the details of that fateful day before he concluded that I was unhappy with our “distance” relationship. But I wasn't unhappy at all, of course the feeling hurt and I made her cry several times, but it's something I managed to "deal with" and I got over it after he came home and we forgot that such longing ever existed.

All those days were a daily struggle, a lion to win and today I'm better and I can carry out my activities without wanting to do something that ruins my image as an independent woman who values herself. But when I was at my worst, I almost bought a ticket to Dortmund online, I almost called his number drunk and sober, and I even tried calling Denise. However, I have amazing friends who were kind enough to change my number and delete all contact I could have had with Jude, even my personal email. At first I was against it, but I think it was better that way, he must have gotten over me by now and maybe all of this was just an excuse to dump me and find someone hotter than me.

Right now I'm at a club in London listening to a guy named Nicholas whose nature is dubious telling me about a hunt he went on in the highlands. In short, I want to ask the bartender for a very large glass filled with Clorox with a little ice. My friends are with their guys somewhere in this hellhole and I just wanted to get out of this horrible conversation with this guy with sausicha breath. Is it too much to ask?

I turn to the side to try to breathe a little and work up the courage to tell Nicholas to shut up when I hear him speak.

"Who are you and what do you want here, can't you see I'm talking to my girl?"

and the person responds

“Sorry to disturb you, but I'm doing a little field research and I was wondering if you could answer a few questions quickly”

That voice. I would recognize that voice in any hypothesis, even in the very high sound of this ballad. It was HIS voice. The angel sent by Lucifer to make me relapse.

When I turned around, startled, there was Jude looking at me with a cynical smile on his face. My hands are cold, my stomach is crazy and I have a slight urge to want to throw myself into his arms right now.

“Okay, let's go,” replies Nicholas.

"What is your name?" Jude asks

“My name is Nicholas Van Curtsen and this is YN”

“Nice to meet you Nicholas and nice to meet you YN”

Jude speaks as matter-of-factly as ever, looking into my eyes like we never kissed on the lips or had wild sex at his parents' house on Thanksgiving.

“So, are you guys dating?”

“Not yet but I’m working on it”

Nich smiles at me and then looks at Jude with a suspicious look.

“What questions are those? This is too personal”

"Well, I'm studying the probability of soulmates" replies Jude

"Soul mates? Is this school work by any chance? God forbid." Jude raises an eyebrow.

“You don't believe in soulmates?”

Nicholas wraps his arm around me and leans back in his seat.

"Do you really believe that? Are you saying that you met your soul mate?"

Nicholas looks around the room half-jokingly.

“Is she here with you tonight? What is her name? Cinderella?"

My eyes slowly make the journey to Jude's. He's staring at me, and he places his hand on my thigh under the table and strokes it with his fingertips. Okay, I'm getting hot now.

"She's not here with me," says Jude looking into my eyes.

“Actually, I was dating her, but because of my insecurity I was really stupid and I thought she wasn't happy with our relationship and I broke up with her, can you believe that? So I got on a plane and flew from Dortmund, Germany to London just to talk to her.”

Your words are like ice. Beautiful and sharp as a knife. I swallow the A lump in the throat.

“What girl is worth all that just to talk to her?

Nicholas speaks with a laugh on his face

Jude leans back in his chair, but I'm watching his every move.

"Just this one"

He says quietly, to no one in particular. Or maybe his words were just meant for me.

“You know what, Nicholas? You seem like fun, but I decided to come clean before it's too late. I lied, I'm not doing field research. In fact, I came to London looking for someone and I couldn't find her at home and I couldn't even get her on the phone, so I had to take a taxi and go to one of this person's friends and beg her to tell me where she was. and she took pity on me and told me that the love of my life who, by the way, you're sitting next to her, was here at this club. So please accept my sincere apologies, because she's coming home with me tonight. I hope so. “

Jude shoots me a captivating look.

"Please? Otherwise, this speech makes me look like a complete idiot and it won't be good when we tell our grandchildren about it.”

He holds out his hand for me to take and I just take it. I get up and go with Jude leaving Nicholas screaming at the table.

We run out to the parking lot as soon as we get in your car I start.

“Is it serious that you did all that?”

“Yes YN, I have so much to tell you and I'm sorry for being an asshole and breaking up with you. That day I overheard your conversation with your mother and I thought you weren't happy. I was so stupid and rash ,I apologize and if you accept and forgive me I would like to know if you want to come back with me because, I swear, I can't stand being without you. beg your college dean to transfer you to Germany, but I'll do anything to get you back.”

"Yes Yes Yes.! I want you Jude Bellingham, please stop talking and kiss me as soon as I've waited too long for this.”

End!

#jude bellingham #jude #jude bellingham imagine #bvb #germany #liverpool #england #footballplayers #football #world cup #fluffy #cute #smut

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hi almandine ! i hope ur having a wonderful day ; are u taking breaks and eating well ? idk if the semesters are as long as they are for me bc i know we live in different places, but i wish u so much good luck for ur studies as the end of the academic year approaches 🫶 i wanted to ask, what kind of person is leon? what does he do, whats the world he lives in like, and how do u see him thru ur eyes? my only exposure to him is through .. online mods and gifs ive seen of him go viral, u probably know the ones LOL, but i wanted to learn abt him from u if thats okay 🫶 (@dmclr)

Our semester has pretty much come to its conclusion — my first final is in…. 18 days? Just a little over two weeks, which is a terrifying thought. I’ve been trying to see to my needs and give myself a break and here though! <3 I just hope you’ve been taking care of yourself the same way? Please don’t let yourself drown in academic or other stressors, and know that with as strong as you are, you can overcome anything.

The online mods…. Yeah, I’ve. seen a couple. They’re, something certainly. (My reaction to that information v)

What does he do? Well, he was a cop— just started his job, actually (like one day? literally one day? It was the first day?), but then pretty much got hired by The President and got employment as a government agent for the United States. Fun.

The Resident Evil world is… interesting? Kind of like if, “fuck around and find out” and, “instead of asking if you can, ask if you should” combined. There’s biological weapons running rampant, including dogs, literal zombies (but we don’t call them zombies, no), and uh…. Huge grey men?

Say hi to him. He will not die. You cannot kill him. You cannot kill anything in this stupid universe actually. My favourite Resident Evil game, Resident Evil 7 (which… ironically doesn’t have Leon in it) literally features this one stupid fucking Southern family (whom I love so sweetly) and the father, Jack Baker, just will. Not. Die. You know how in games you get to experience different boss battles? Yes, well, I don’t remember how many boss battles are in RE7, but I will tell you this: 3 of them belong to Mr. Baker ENTIRELY. He just mutates worse and worse and you keep thinking he is dead but he is NOT. You kill his wife and she dies but no, he just won’t fucking die. And then you buy the DLC and you play as the big, strong, veteran uncle who just PUNCHES THINGS INSTEAD OF USING WEAPONS AND IT SOMEHOW FUCKING WORKS and guess who the big bad is! You’ll never guess! You’ll never figure it out! That’s right! It’s Jack Fucking Baker for the fourth god damn time and now he looks even more disgusting and corrupted. Although the game did not include Leon (it held Ethan Winters, a darling father), it’s still set in the same universe so I feel like you can get a pretty good… idea from all of that, yes? Remember ! Nothing. Dies. If you think it’s dead, it is not, it is simply now More aware of your existence.

Now, onto the actual man himself.

First of all? Not related to my view on him but he’s was… kind of misogyny-coded in the original Resident Evil 4 and that makes me giggle a little but I still somehow prefer that RE4 to the 2023 Remake. I know I reblog gifs of the remake a lot and that is simply because, I mean, who doesn’t enjoy experiencing their silly guy with better graphic quality, right? But I don’t like the alterations they did to certain scenes and dialogues. Also he looked like this in the original re4 which scares me more than the undying mutated abominations so, I. Well.

(^ NOT RELATED TO THE MISOGYNY HE WAS SUFFERING FROM DISEASE HE WAS ILL)

Okay, okay, anyway…. I HATE how the fandom views him, it stresses me out. They view him as this demanding, super serious, violent, brooding man who just wants a stupid, ditzy, useless girlfriend he can dominate, control and be a creep towards but that’s… not him? Like, how do you mess up so bad. This isn’t a particular part of the fandom as much almost the majority of it, sadly.

I feel like he’d, if anything, be a “wife guy”; he has a stressful job, he is traumatised beyond belief, he looks death in the eyes on a regular basis, he lost his parents when he was young, he has went through a-lot. And yet he’s so gentle, he still believes in saving everyone. He still believes in humanity and has this hope in him. He is still… soft. I don’t think he’d be a controlling or aggressive partner; I think he just wants something comforting to come back to, and he’d be SO grateful to have a partner who sticks by him through thick or thin, he’d be so genuinely giddy while taking about them. He lost his parents for fuck’s sake and got stuck in this godforsaken infected world when he was just 21… he wants home, I think more than anything he wants to come back to a place where he doesn’t have to think, where things can be handled for him and all he has to do is let himself be loved. Praised and acknowledged for once in his (somewhat miserable, let’s be honest) life. I mentioned, while answering Lucy’s ask, that I view him as a guard dog, and I think that’s perfect for him. He exists to protect — he has dedicated himself to that protection, to offering that canopy. His aggression is never on the offence, it has never been; not once, but it is done as a protective measure. If the years have reduced Ajax to a sword then they have reduced Leon to a shield. He just wants his efforts acknowledged — he just wants praise and warmth and comfort — and yet are they ever? At-least, to the degree they deserve? He falls into a depressive state in Resident Evil: Vendetta and it stings. He is such a simple man and I genuinely believe domesticity could fix him. He has never known what it’s like to feel safe — why would anyone want to force him to be a protector even in his partnership, even in intimacy? Let him relax for fuck’s sake. Let him. know what it’s like to be on the other end for once in his life. Comfortable clothes, hand holding on a warm cup of tea rather than a gun or a knife. No news channels and no social media or nothing. Phone on DND. I do not care if the USA burns to the ground, I want him to rest his head on my shoulder and finally get the sleep he hasn’t had in years. Civilian lives can wait a few hours to be saved.

#do you understand how fucking much I hate the fandom. get your hands OFF him #🥀 — colloquy.#🫀🐕

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