#writers collab

[meteor752]

…..so I made something

It’s a collab between me and two other writers, @redstonemadness and @tragicallybeautifultiger, and something I’m genuinely really excited about. We have a bunch of ideas for the story, and we can’t wait to show it to y’all

Also, yes, this is a bit different from my normal postings and writings. I tend to go for family feels not…yeah

So mind the tags and warnings guys

And if you think any writing is bad then blame it on the other two

Jk Jk, this is a group effort lol

Chapter two should be out soon, and it’s one that I’m gonna be the main writer for so I’m very excited!

[crazyunsexycool]

Collab Masterlist

As the title says this Masterlist is for any series done in collaboration with other writers. Hopefully more will soon follow!

Fandom Leap Masterlist

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we’re all that matters

dnf week soulmates with @snowdreamr :]

[angels-fantasy]

☆ you go shopping with mitsuki for bakugo's surprise b-day party decorations! ☆

day 3 of the explosive birthday celebration ! hosted by @queenpiranhadon

hanging out with katsuki's mom secretly was not easy, especially when he liked to know where you were and who you were with. not in a crazy, possessive way of course, it's just how he showed he cared.

but when mitsuki, his mom, asked you to go decoration shopping with her, you couldn't just deny her offer. maybe this could be an opportunity to learn more about katsuki, you thought.

while you were shopping for the decorations, you quickly noticed that katsuki had gotten a lot of her personality traits. this was something you knew already, but spending time with her one on one really solidified that idea.

"what do you think about these banners, sweetie?" mitsuki asked, holding up two different 'happy birthday' banners. one was all black, and the other was orange. the color theme of the party was his hero costume colors, which were black, green, and orange.

you hummed and looked at the rest of the decorations in the cart, noticing there was already a lot of color, "i think we should go with the black."

she nodded and threw the banner into the basket, "you've got a good eye, kid." she said, making you smile at the small compliment.

suddenly your phone began to ring and you already had an idea of who it was. picking up the phone, you said "hey katsuki." causing mitsuki to turn around and make a questioning face at you.

you shrugged your arms at her, trying to silently tell her you didn't know why he was calling.

"why the hell are you at the store with my old hag?" he asked, making you chew your nails nervously as you thought of an excuse.

"we're just shopping, katsuki. why are you looking at my location anyways? stalker."

you could already see the veins popping out on his forehead at your question, "answer my question dammit!"

you rolled your eyes, "if you really want to know, i just wanted her help with some outfit ideas. your mom is a fashion designer, you know."

he hmphed and said, "whatever. why didn't you ask me?"

you groaned internally at his question, "because i know you're busy with school work right now-and don't even try to say you're not!"

he mumbled something on the other side, "fine. have fun with the hag."

"stop calling her that! anyways, i need to go okay? talk to you later-bye!" you said, quickly cutting him off before he could say anything else.

you sighed and faced mitsuki, "sorry, he had a million questions about why i was with you. i had to lie about why we were shopping together."

she laughed, "that damn brat doesn't know how to keep his nose out of other peoples business." she said, making you laugh in return since you knew how true it was.

the two of you continued shopping for decorations, finally stopping when the cart seemed full enough.

"i think that's everything, right?" you said, double checking the list you made beforehand.

mitsuki nodded. "it should be. if not, i'll get what we need by myself another time." she said, making you hum.

after checking out and paying for everything, while walking back to her car she said, "thanks for helping me with this. i know katsuki can be a pain sometimes, but you're good to him, so i'm glad you get to help plan his party with us." she then proceeded to pat the top of your head with her free hand roughly, much like katsuki would.

you smiled at her words, "it's no problem. i'm glad to be here."

authors note

i'm so happy i got to be apart of this :) thank you sm to kae who invited me to be apart of this event! this was a great experience and it was fun to write, so i hope you liked it! i'm sorry it was pretty short though... -.-

here is the masterpost, please go check out every one else's work!!

day 1: you make a birthday gift for katsuki - @zanarkandskylines

day 2: you invite all of class 1-A to the party - @xbabyd0lli3x

🪽day 3: you go shopping with mitsuki for bakugou's surprise b-day party decorations - @angels-fantasy

day 4: coming april 17th - @starieq

day 5: coming april 18th - @lowkeyremi

day 6: coming april 19th - @queenpiranhadon

day 7: coming april 20th - @cashmoneyyysstuff

taglist for the event: @gina239 @mystic60 @meowze4r @icedemon1314 @bigsimpo343 @ah-mya @whezdostuff @berry-vioo @seonne @slayfics @food8me @katsuisbaby @azzo0 @kit-katsukii @stoned-anime-babe @kukikoooo

those in orange couldn't be tagged unfortunately :(

[succulentsiren]

Practical Tips to Live A More Seductive Life: SucculentSiren x FemmeFataleVibe

It's my pleasure to provide this collab between FemmeFataleVibe and I. Seduction is a complex practice, so here we discussed new perspectives and ways to utilize it in your daily life. Thank you @femmefatalevibe for your enlightening knowledge. It definitely expanded my view on how to live more seductively.

What does seduction mean to you?

SucculentSiren: Seduction is using enchantment to attract a desired outcome. You can seduce yourself, by applying certain self-beliefs, or you can seduce others by influencing them and stimulating their senses and emotional responses.

FemmeFataleVibe: Being seductive cannot be reduced to a behavior, way of dressing, or speech. It is a palpable yet intangible shift in how you see yourself and how you show up for yourself alone or out in the world.

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Topics

-Mindset

FFV: Embrace an abundance mindset. Perceive new connections and opportunities as complimentary rather than a source of validation or self-actualization. Living as a seductress is only possible when you know you create a complete life without others' permission. You've already filled up your cup, so you have additional energy to give and receive to those individuals and projects that are deserving

SS: It is crucial to have a ‘Winners Mindset.” Shift your mindset from expecting to fail, to expecting to win. Envision yourself receiving your desires. Having this mindset eliminates anxiety and doubt around your capability in attaining what you want. You must also know that you are deserving of the things you are attracting. Be patient regardless of external circumstances. Keep your eyes in the prize and remain firm in your self beliefs.

Surrounding self with things that elevate you (people, hobbies, environment, décor)

FFV: Release any shame surrounding your pleasure-seeking fantasies. For a seductive individual, there is no guilt in living in a state of joy, fulfillment, and regular indulgence. Remind yourself that you're entitled to enjoy nice things –from your outfits and beauty routine to your meals, workouts, and our home environment. You should (generally) derive pleasure academic pursuits or professional identity, goals, relationships (of all types), and leisure activities. 

FFV: Allow yourself to feel deserving. Show up as the person you strive to be. Hold yourself, dress, speak, act, and move through the world in a way you aspire to be. Stop people-pleasing and allow yourself to minimize yourself or your goals for the comfort of others. Your peace of mind is the most sacred element of your being.

SS: Whether you know it or not, your surroundings have an immense influence on you. Who you spend time with, what you and you company talk about, who you follow and watch on social media, what decorations you decide to have in your home, etc. All around you you are being influenced. So choose to be surrounded by things and people that make you better. Know your strengths and weaknesses but appreciate and learn from others as well. Remove the people that see with lack, stress and fear. Befriend people who uplift, motivate and inspire you to see abundance and opportunity in all areas.

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Q&A

Q: Do you believe that being a seductive person has more to do with physical appearance or personality? How do you believe someone can show up as a more seductive person through how they present themselves – physically, emotionally, or socially? 

SS: I believe seduction is a combination of inner confidence, mental agility and an appealing appearance. Using seduction towards yourself can help with building self confidence and create a positive outlook on how you view yourself and therefore influence other people to treat you with respect.

FFV: I believe that being a seductive person stems from genuine self acceptance of your most authentic desires, unshakable inner confidence, and non-negotiable level of self respect. To embody these qualities, I believe that a seductive person's energy will radiate naturally through their personality into their physical presence through traits, including good posture eye contact, and mannerisms. Similarly, I believe that unwavering self-respect is a care aspect of being a seductive person. So, naturally, I think that a seductive person will embody their character traits through both personality traits like setting strong (healthy) boundaries and taking care of their appearance (excellent hygiene, prioritizing their health, remaining thoughtful when putting themselves together - clean, well-styled outfits, makeup, hairstyles, nails, perfume, etc.).

Q: How do you think you can be a more seductive person in areas of our life outside of your romantic or intimate endeavors? Do you believe that seduction is more of a libidinal or creative energy?

FFV: I believe cultivating your inner seductress/seducer will make you a better conversationalist, writer, speaker, dancer, athlete, chef, project manager, learner, etc. In my eyes, libidinal and creative energy are one and the same. So, I see creative energy, by definition, as the art of transmuting libidinal energy into areas of your life outside of the bedroom and romantic pursuits (think Napoleon Hill's concept of Sex Transmutation as an exercise of will-power in his book, Think and Grow Rich). I think you can be a more seductive person in any area of life that requires confidence, high energy, stream-of-consciousness-level focus (flow state), and, of course, creativity. Anecdotally, I've found that understanding that good writing is akin to good sex & sexual chemistry has been one of the best ways to up-level my professional skillset.

SS: Seduction is a creative practice of attracting your desires, sometimes through material and emotional lures. It isn’t always sexual, but since seduction stimulates emotions it can create pleasure. I believe a person can use seduction in various ways. When most people think of seduction, they think of manipulation or sneakiness but seduction is just a simple art of attracting what you desire at all costs. Having this mindset can help with becoming open minded and relentless when pursuing goals. Instead of settling and accepting what you don’t want, seduction shows you alternative ways to attain your desires and live a life that you truly enjoy. Using seduction in platonic relationships, can help you better understand the needs of others. Such as, putting yourself in someone else’s shoes. When you do this you make that person feel appreciated and heard. This quality alone enriches relationships, friendships and partnerships. Another example is disagreements. Seducers don’t have to argue, they listen and then strategize solutions that everyone can benefit from because no one wants to compromise if there's not anything that they too can benefit from.

[angxlwritez]

Dues

➳♡゛-PAIRING: Landlord!Toji x Tenant!Reader

➳♡゛-SUMMARY: Short on rent, again. You find a way to pay off your debt owed.

➳♡゛-WARNINGS: Smut (MDNI), P in V, Handcuffs, Facial, Begging, Toji Calls Reader Princess, Oral (F & M) Receiving.

➳♡゛-A/N: My entry for @nymphoheretic xxxhub collab!

“One thousand fifty, one thousand one hundred, one thousand two hundred...” The woman mumbled to herself as she continued counting the money she’d just received from the end of her shift.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm still short!" Y/N huffed as she shook her head in disbelief.

After getting fired from her old job she had no choice but to apply for the shitty diner down the street. It didn’t help that they paid the bare minimum and the customers barely tipped.

As she walked back to her apartment, Y/N couldn't help but feel defeated. How was she ever going to pay her rent? School was already wearing her down but she promised that she’d pay him for the last couple months and this month. But Toji was growing increasingly impatient and she knew she couldn't keep dodging him forever.

At the front door to her apartment, Y/N rummaged through her bag in search of her keys. Completely unaware to her  that the raven haired man was watching her from a distance, figuring out how he could demand for the unpaid rent.

He hated making such demands, especially since Y/N was a struggling college student. But he had a family to feed and bills to pay, and her debt was putting a considerable dent in his own finances.

As Y/N finally found her keys, she entered her apartment, completely unaware of the shadow that followed her inside. She tossed her bag on the couch and kicked off her shoes, letting out a sigh of relief that she was home.

Her relief was short-lived as she turned around to find Toji standing behind her with a stern look on his face.

"Hey Toji," Y/N said, trying to play it cool. "What brings you here?"

"You know why I'm here," Toji replied coldly. "You haven't paid your rent in two months, and I can't afford to keep letting you live here for free."

"I know, I've been trying to find the money," Y/N said, her eyes darting around the room, looking for a way out of the situation.

"Well, I've come to collect it," Toji said, stepping closer to her. "And if you don't have the money, I'm going to have to evict you as it’s long overdue."

Y/N’s heart pounded against her chest as he towered over her. She could feel his eyes darting around the room again, searching for something to seize as collateral if she couldn’t pay the rent off soon but with no luck she saw nothing.

"Look, I want to pay you, I really do," she said, trying to sound sincere. "But I just don't have the money right now..."

Toji scoffed. "Then how do you propose we settle this?"

Y/N bit her lip, trying to think of something, anything to offer him. "How about me?" she blurted out her words faster then her brain could comprehend.

Toji raised an eyebrow, surprised at Y/N's sudden proposal. "Excuse me?"

Y/N took a deep breath, bracing herself for what she was about to say. "I know it's not ideal and maybe it's crazy, but what if I paid off my debt in a different way?"

Y/N fidgeted nervously but held his gaze. "I could offer myself as payment. Just for one night. To make up for the rent I owe you."

Toji's eyes widened as he studied Y/N for a long moment. He had been eyeing the young woman for a while now, watching as she walked in and out of her apartment, imagining her beneath him. He had almost given up on his fantasy when she stopped paying her rent. But now, it seemed like fate had intervened.

Toji's eyes darted to the floor, considering Y/N's offer. He knew she was desperate, but there was no denying the lust he felt towards her deep within him. The thought of having her beneath him, submitting to his every whim, made him feel alive in a way he hadn't in years.

"You're offering yourself as payment?" Toji asked incredulously, his fingers tracing her jawline.

Y/N nodded, her cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

Toji's lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Well, why didn't you say so sooner?" he whispered, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers.

Y/N's heart raced as she felt Toji's hand slide down her neck and wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer. She could feel his hard body pressed against hers, and she couldn't deny the feeling that was beginning to course through her veins.

She would be lying if she said this was what she had originally intended when proposing to pay off her debt in a different way but she didn’t mind. She’d always find him to be an attractive man.

"So, is it a deal?" Y/N asked breathlessly, her eyes searching his for an answer.

Toji let out a deep chuckle, the tension evaporating instantly. "It's a deal," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers.

Y/N closed her eyes, the sensation of his lips on hers sending electrifying sparks throughout her body. She felt his hands wander down her back, exploring every inch of her body with an animalistic hunger. His kiss was passionate and fiery, and she felt her body melt into his.

Toji then guided Y/N to the bedroom, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed her back against the wall. Y/N could feel every muscle in his body flexing and his heart pounding against his chest.

As his hands moved to her shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and pushing it off of her body. She could feel the goosebumps rise on her skin as he trailed kisses down her neck and exposing her body to the cool rooms air.

Y/N felt her heart continue to race as Toji moved away from her to look in her drawer for a condom, instead his eyes wandered to the pair of handcuffs laying inside of it from a nearby drawer, the thought of his intended plan long gone. As he dangled them in front of her eyes, his expression became stern and serious.

"Now that we have this settled, I think you owe me an experience that you and I won't forget," he said, eyes glinting with a spark of excitement.

Y/N swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze as she slowly nodded her head, her pulse racing with anticipation and a sudden need for something new and exciting.

She felt her heart race as he snapped the handcuffs around her wrists to the headboard, the cold metal sending a shiver up her spine.

Leaning in, his arms wrapping around her holding her tightly as he kissed her deeply. Y/N moaned as she felt Toji's tongue explore her lips and the sensation of his body pressed against hers. His hands moving to pull down her skirt, the sound of slipping fabric echoing through the room.

Y/N's heart beat faster as she felt Toji's hands exploring the expanse of her body, there was something about the way his hands moved across her skin that seemed to ignite a burning inside of her. She felt herself growing wetter as her hands began to tug against the handcuffs.

When she finally found the voice to speak, her voice was hoarse and breathless. "Toji, I want to touch you." she said, her voice pleading.

Toji pulled back, looking at her with a smirk. "Not yet," he replied, his fingers trailing down her body, stopping at the edge of the elastic of her panties.

"But-" Y/N began to protest.

"I said not yet," Toji interrupted her, his voice stern as he pulled away from her.

Her eyes fixed on Toji, as there was a fierce look in his eye, a commanding look that was both frightening and exciting.

Toji pulled the rest of her clothing off, his lips trailing kisses along her body, down her stomach, to her thighs and legs. He could smell her arousal and he wanted his taste of it.

Reaching down he began to part the outer lips of her pussy with his fingers, his eyes studying the delicate flesh as he opened her up for his eyes.

She could feel herself begin to shake roughly, the sensation of his fingers against her growing more and more intense, the throbbing inside of her only growing stronger.

Toji pressed his lips against her clit, kissing her softly, his tongue darting out to caress her, exploring her and tasting her.

Y/N's body shuddering as she let out a soft moan as his tongue explored her, his hands holding her hips tight against him, his grip strong and firm.

"You taste good," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he began to lick her more forcefully, his tongue darting in and out of her.

As Toji continued to pleasure her with his mouth. She could feel her body begin to shake and her legs grow weak as he continued.

She could feel her muscles tense as the orgasm began to build inside of her, the feeling of his tongue against her growing stronger.

"Toji, I'm going to–" she gasped, her climax growing closer, the feeling of pleasure more intense and strong than she had ever felt. Her hands tugged and pulled against the cuffs, her legs shaking as every touch Toji inflicted upon her sent electricity through her veins.

When he finally stood up, she could see the bulge in his pants, his erection straining against the fabric. Her eyes darted down to his waist, waiting for him to free himself.

Toji chuckled as he took a step back from her, her eyes burning into his. "Do you want to touch me?" he asked, his voice deep.

Y/N nodded, her lips parting to answer him, but he cut her off.

"Tell me. Say it," he demanded.

She couldn't hold back her arousal any longer, as she needed to feel him inside of her.  "I want to touch you," her voice a mere whisper.

Toji smirked as he began to fumble with his belt, pulling it open and pulling his pants down, revealing his erection. His lips curved up into a wicked smile as he felt Y/N's eyes on him.

"You want this?" he asked, grabbing a hold of his cock, tracing his fingers around the head it.

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with lust and desire as she slowly nodded her head, her body yearning for his touch.

She could feel her heart racing as Toji's eyes moved from her to his hand, following his every movement as he began to stroke himself.

"You want this?" he repeated, his voice thick as he let out a moan.

"Yes," she replied, her voice sounding desperate, her eyes pleading.

"Beg me," he ordered, his voice strong and stern.

Y/N could feel her wetness pooling between her legs, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.  As she tried rubbing her legs together to get some type of release.

The sound of her own sighs and moans echoing throughout the room.

"I want you," her voice breathless.

"How do you want it?" he asked, his strokes growing heavier and more intense.

She could feel her heart beat faster and faster, her body growing more tense with every stroke he made. "I want you…I need you to fuck me," she replied, her voice a mere whisper.

Toji's eyes flashed with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he slowly walked closer to her.

His eyes wandered to the handcuffs still fastened to her wrists as he let out a low chuckle, his grin growing even wider as he stepped out of his pants and reached for them.

Y/N felt her heart beat loudly as she felt the hard metal against her wrists, loosen. A shiver running up her spine as he pulled her closer to him, her back pressed against his chest.

She could feel his breath hot against her neck as he leaned in, his hands roaming across her skin once more, his lips kissing her neck softly as he pulled away from her.

When the handcuffs finally fell to the ground, her body moved into his, her body arching as she felt the thick head of his cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy.

"I want you," he whispered into her ear, his voice a husky whisper.

She could feel every muscle in her body tense as she felt his cock sliding into her, pushing past the tightness of her entrance as he moved inside of her. The feeling of her walls gripping around him more intense than she could have imagined.

She let out a low moan as she felt him fill her completely, her hips arching against him as his cock slid deep inside of her.

"Fuck me," she pleaded, desperate for him to move inside of her.

He began to thrust into her, feeling her walls tighten around him, his cock growing harder with every movement.

His hands moved to her hips, holding her tight against him as he plunged deep inside of her, the head of his cock rubbing against her g-spot.

She could feel the muscles in her legs begin to shake, her body growing weak again as the pleasure deep inside of her continued to grow.

Toji could feel her begin to tremble, as he continued to drive his cock into her hard and fast.

She could feel the ripples of pleasure running through her body with every movement. As her body begin to tingle, muscles growing weaker as he moved inside of her.

"Toji," she moaned, her voice breathless, her body growing weaker and weaker as the orgasm continued to build up.

"Cum for me," he muttered.

He could feel her body begin to shake, her heart racing as he continued.

She felt her body tense, her muscles contracting as the orgasm finally reached her.

Her legs began to shake as her body began to tense up, the pleasure inside of her almost too much to handle.

Her moans growing louder as she felt herself begin to cum.

"On your knees Princess!" He commanded, his voice demanding.

Y/N complied, as she lowered herself to the ground.

Toji moved closer to her, his eyes growing darker as he watched her kneel before him. His hands moved to her face, cupping it firmly as he pushed himself against her lips.

He could feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding his cock as she started to move against him, using the suction from her mouth to drive him wild. Her tongue running circles around him as he felt himself beginning to cum within seconds.

He pulled away from her lips just in time for his cum to explode over her face and neck, coating them with a white slick substance that made Y/N gasp at the sensation.

As Toji pulled away from Y/N, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked with his cum still clinging to her lips and cheeks.

Taking his finger he swiped some off her face, “Open your mouth princess.”

Doing as she was told she wrapped her mouth around his fingers sucking them gently.

He smiled at her, a satisfied grin appearing on his face as he looked down upon her.

"Cut!" Yelled the director from behind them, as Y/N could feel a wave of relief wash over her. She quickly got to her feet, still trying to catch her breath from the intense session they had  just moments before.

As they had given the two some towels and robes, the crew began to move around them, resetting the scene for their next take.

"Come on," he said softly, his voice low and gentle as his hand moved to the small of her back. "I'm not done with you yet. Let's practice the next scene in private."

With that being said he led her back to his dressing room.

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[mikariin]

To be Reminded of Her

Chapter 01 Summary: After Sabo’s death, Ace felt like they relied heavily on one another, Luffy for his last brother and Ace for the last thing keeping him from just removing his cursed existence. Luffy still didn’t understand everything that was going on with him, but he knew that he was one of the last things tethering him to this world and made it his personal goal to let Ace know he adored and cared for him.

He thinks he once heard Dadan call it an unhealthy coping mechanism, but what did that old hag know? Nothing, that’s right.

This piece of work that is coming to the papers after waiting almost three whole months of being done couldn't have happened without some key components and major help in the production part of it!

The Idea was given by @arielxlazarus, Beta read by @lerya-fanfic and Art by @madbunsy! Thank you all for the help in this behemoth of a story!

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The Atreides Era

Part 1

Buried in the sands

A/N: Hey everyone! obviously not my normal content! I've been working on updates on that as well! This is part of a writing Collab with my best friend @hey-its-roseaurum! We've both broken out of our comfort zone writing fics for each other's fave comfort characters. She will be posting about Sherlock so my Henry girlies definitely go check it out! I'll add the link once it's posted!

So I guess without too much warning here is my best effort at a Paul Atreides x OC fic

Summary: Paul Atreides and OC (Matar) and the other Freman are still fighting the Harkonnen in the spice fields. After almost losing his friend in battle Paul makes the decision it's time to go south. It's time to meet with the Emperor. His decisions will change the fate of his friends and the planet of Arakis. Paul knows this. He's seen it. But... at what cost?

Warnings: Description of battle, death, slight angst.

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It’s early that much is clear. The sun's intense heat has not yet started pouring over Arrakis, disturbing Matar’s peaceful sleep. What did disturb her was the amateur sand steps of the young man outside her tent. And the sound of his voice calling for her in a harsh whisper. Matar stirred with an agitated grumble, sitting up slowly and blinking her eyes to adjust to the soft light of dawn starting to creep in from the open flap of her tent. 

“What do you want, Paul Atredies?” She groaned. The footsteps outside her tent halted and were followed by a soft chuckle. Crouching down in front of the tent Paul popped his head in sending Matar a cocky grin. 

“Not Usul? Have I managed to offend you again already?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. Matar stares for a moment, watching his face and the loose wave of brown hair that’s fallen into his eyes. Interesting how they’re still so gray, his eyes, as long as he’d now been exposed to spice. Matar blinked the thought away, what did it matter? Paul Atriedies could have glowing red eyes and she’d pay no mind, he was a pest. A pest, who was her friend, one she’d grown fond of. But still a pest. 

“You’ve come to me, Paul Atriedes before the sun is fully awake. This better be important.” Matar answered him, falling back against her pillow. 

Paul was not discouraged by his friend's lack of energy or enthusiasm, crawling into the tent in the corner across from his friend still giving her the same dopey grin.

“How’d you know it was me?” He spoke softly now. His tone was now more gentle and letting Matar awaken properly before he poked at her further. 

“You walk like an elephant, I could hear you coming from miles away,” she answered him. 

“Hmm I suppose I do,” Paul agreed nodding. “Then we need to practice before we go into battle!” Paul's exclamation caused Matar to sit up. Now she was fully awake.

“Battle? What are you speaking of Usul?” The boy's smirk faded. His eyes are more serious now. 

“We got word more of Harkonnen moving in on the spice fields. They’re placing their harvester as we speak. We’ll need to move in on them quickly.”

Putting the moment of banter behind them Matar quickly composed herself. Pulling her hair back she tied her long dark hair into a tight knot. She swept her hand around her tent for a moment and found her head scarf to keep her safe from the day’s intense heat. Taking in a deep breath Matar’s eyes once again settle on the man sitting across from her. 

“Is Chani aware?” She asks. Her voice is smooth and calm. While she had not expected another fight. Or, ambush rather, against the Harkonnen. She was always ready. For those who control the spice control the universe. A mantra the Harkonnen were always chasing.  Neither Matar nor Chani, Matar’s closest friend, would submit to that fate. 

Paul’s eyes shift to the ground as he shakes his head.

“No, I figured it should come from you. She’s one of our most skilled fighters. Chani doesn’t trust me. It has to come from you, Matar.” a breath of silence falls over the two of them. For a moment. Matar thinks to be offended by this. Paul Atreides is only here to use her as a messenger. The thought is gone as quickly as it develops. There is no time for emotion. No time to dwell on the man who has shown up unannounced. 

“I will see her now. Go, gather the others. We’ll need to move before the sun is at its highest point. “ She said.  The man nods. But catches her wrist before she can leave the tent. 

“Matar, I- I’ve seen… something. You in battle and you…” He pauses. They lock eyes. The visions. One of the many reasons Stilgar and the other southerners believe the young Atreiedies is the Messiah. Matar, Chani, and a few of their kind believe it all to be a load of shit. 

However, the fear in his eyes at this moment cannot be ignored. “Please,” He pauses again emphasizing his words. “Be careful out there.” Matar doesn’t say anything. Holding his gaze she nods letting him know she understands whatever he’s seen has frightened him. He lets her go and the two of them leave the tent.  There’s a warm light over their camp. Many of the other Freman have started to gather in a common area. 

Paul and Matar walk in opposite directions. But before Paul is out of earshot Matar stops and calls for him. 

“Usul!” She calls. He turns back to her with a look of concern etched across his face. “Whatever you saw,” she pauses. “My fate is my own to make Paul Atreides,” 

Paul gives her another soft smile. He looks like he did when she first saw him this morning. Innocent, and childlike.  There’s a stirring feeling in her gut.  She has no time to address this. They have a planet to protect. 

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Chani is awake and preparing for the day when Matar finds her. 

“Bit early for you isn’t it?” Chani asks with a smirk. 

“Funny,” Matar recants quickly, “I got a visit from Lisan al Gaib this morning.” Better to get to the point quickly. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve started to buy into this Messiah facade?” Chani questions. Eyeing her friend with a curious expression. Matar scoffs

“Why do I sense you’re already feeling hostile this morning?” Matar says, “Of course, I don’t believe it, I believe what I can see Chani. And what I see is that Paul Atreides has helped us successfully fight against the Harkonnen attacking our spice fields. 

“There’s another harvester?” Chani asks although it’s clear she knows the answer already. 

“He doesn’t believe you you trust him. But I know that you will protect your family.” Matar says. 

“I don’t trust him. But I see what he’s done. And It can’t be ignored. Believe me, I have tried. “ She pauses with a smirk. “And as long as I’m fighting beside you, I’ll always show up for the fight.” 

“Don’t be soft,” Matar teases. Smacking her friend on the shoulder. 

“It’s you who’s gone soft Matar. Don’t get so close to him, his mother can not be trusted. She seeks more power than anyone should hold.” Chani warns

“We are not close, But I believe he could be a good ally, and that woman can burn for all I care. Now come, we’ve got to prepare for an ambush.” She smirks as she and her friend set out to join the other soldiers. 

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Silence.  Nothing but the sound of the wind stirring the sand. A maua’dib, a small desert mouse, could be heard skittering across the sand dune. Unsuspecting of the unrest that is soon to occur. Matar’s eyes scan over the top of the dune, zeroing in on the harvester only feet away from her and the others. Paul and Chani have, for the time being, come to a truce and have gone undetected underneath the foul piece of machinery. Matar and the others are waiting for their signal. This is when they will move in. 

A loud blast breaks the silence. A shot attacked the Harkonnen craft surveying the harvester and the security. The signal. The others jump to their feet. Stilgar and his men attack the security with daggers. Slicing into them and killing them before the intruders even see the Freman warriors coming. Matar takes a shot at the harvester aiming for one of its claw-like pillars. The blast hits but it quickly gains her attention. She makes quick steps and rolls out of the way as a Harkonnen security tries to land an attack. He misses. This was a fatal mistake for him. Granted he was always going to die. Another Freman soldier stabs the Harkonnen before he can advance any closer. Matar locks eyes with the person and they nod at each other before they continue their battle. She stands, once again aiming for the harvester. This time she aims right in the center. Fuck it. No more time for games. Time to blow this thing up. Taking one last look to be sure her friends will not become casualties she takes the shot. She doesn’t watch it land. Matar is pulled back by another Harkonnen. He has a dagger held to her ribcage. She barely hears the sound of the explosion over her heart pounding in her ears. At least she landed it. One last explosion before the bitter end. She twists to break the hold but the man has a tight grip on her neck. Fuck. 

He lifts the blade ready to plunge it into her chest. And then. He goes limp. His body falls to the sand. Matar sucks in a deep breath. Finally, she turns. Paul’s eyes are wide as they search her for injury. 

“Are you?” He begins. She holds up her hand to stop him. 

“Do not fuss over me, I am not dead,” she tells him. With one last thud. The final Harkonnen is dropped to the ground. Someone, Stilgar likely, calls for the rest of them to gather quickly and evacuate the area. The Freman army and their messiah head back to camp. However, halfway back Paul stops them. 

“Gather your things. This is the last time we fight the Harkonnen like this. Tomorrow, we go south.” He states. Chani and Matar exchange a look. 

“Paul Atreides we cannot…” Chani begins to protest

“I will not continue to watch them abuse this planet. I will not wait for the emperor to make his move. We are going south. And we will take on the emperor.” He states again. 

The rest of the Freman army cheers. Paul Atreides, once again is fulfilling their prophecy. But Matar. Feels like a dagger has been stuck in her side. He once told her, He wished nothing more to be equal to her. But he couldn’t mean that. Not when he was headed south to possess more power than any person should ever wield. 

The Freman army arrived back at camp. Some celebrated. Some dressed wounds from the day's battle. 

“He’s a good fighter, but I knew he could not be trusted,” Chani says absentmindedly. The girls are both watching Paul off in the distance while Stilgar celebrates their success.

“Do you have to be right about everything?” Matar questions. 

“No, just tends to pan out that way,” Her friend says before wandering off to her own tent. Matar sighs finding a seat and taking out her dagger sharpening it with a stone.  After a few moments, she feels a presence and then there is someone sitting beside her. 

“Matar,” Pauls voice speaks. 

“I don’t wish to speak to you Usul,” she says, continuing to sharpen the blade. He ignores her grabbing her wrist and pulling her attention from the dagger. 

“You almost lost your life today.” He says. Matar shrugs. 

“I was protecting my people Paul Atredies, it’s what we do,” she responds. 

“Maybe, but I have lost far too many people I care about. You will not be next Matar.” He says.

“Paul,” Matar begins. 

“Going south, I’ll take control. I can protect you and protect us all once we’ve made an attack against the emperor,” he argues. Matar is stuck. She is angry. She doesn’t want this. She opens her mouth to recant. To tell him he is wrong. Nothing comes out. She pauses again. She’s quiet for a while and then.

“Usul. You told me once. About these…oceans, on your home planet. Describe them again.” She requests. Surprising Paul and herself. 

“Caladan is covered in oceans and water. They are… as blue as your eyes.” He smiles at her. “As deep as them too. There’s no end even as you look at the horizon. They go on forever.” He explains. 

“I still… do not believe you Paul Atreides,” Matar answers, ignoring the growing warmth in her face. 

“You will,” Paul says without thought. 

“We, shall…”

“Lisan al Gaib, Come” Stilgar calls, “There’s much to do before our journey tomorrow. We must prepare!”

Matar lets out I sigh. 

“You’re celebration awaits Paul Atreides.” she says. 

“Matar,” He says softly. 

“I will see you at dawn…Lisan al Gaib.”  a moment of hurt flashes in Paul's eyes but it’s gone before Matar can register it. They both turn and part for the evening.

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A/N: This is Part one of ? We're still discussing the terms of this collab LOL

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[eekonis]

first chapter of my comic-fic collab with @tea-with-veth!! She’s a phenomenal writer, that has inspired my work in the past and I’m super grateful for the opportunity to collab with her.

Her fic „home in this place“ accompanies these pages. Better check it out to understand the second chapter of the comic better, which will be posted soon :)

For now, enjoy 💚

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

if you are not willing to stretch your heart  to fit the things about her that normally would not fit then you know nothing of love, of what is real

do not be afraid to stretch and expand your love your heart has a magic to it, allowing it to envelop  it can except all the good and the bad of her

real love is comprised of both…

[serpenndragon]

Ok hear me out on this idea qsmp skephaloers I'm talking to you

I've had this fic idea for YEARS. like. actual years since the dsmp days and I'm obsessed

Ok so. I am in awe I havent really seen content of this idea at all but the TLDR is that one day the CCs wake up as their characters, on the island, eggs (which are baby dragons) and all And I don't just mean "woah omg the qsmp is real we're our characters" I mean like. Shock. Body Horror. Parental responsibilities put on these people they never expected to have, forms features and instincts they have to get used to. Phil, Quackity, Baghera, Jaiden? Hva eto get used to having feathers and other birdisms, but they have the easiest out of all the members who werent just mostly humanoid, Bad, Bagi, and Foolish for example? Have newly aqquired teeth claws strange anatomy and all sorts of other wackadoodle stuff O_o

This fic would be verrrrryyy skephalo centric, Skeppy is at his motel with Jr and eventually Puffy, that must have been a shocker lmao

I've actually sketched out a lot for this idea (specifically Bad's pov waking up and a bit of Skeppy's pov) hold on

blurgg as you can see very roug but hopefully it makes sense kinda ??? maybe ????

More ideas for this I rambled about:

I feel like bad and the other islanders would be working on stuff/trying to figure shit out while Puffy and Skeppy (and jr) were all trying to find if anyone else they knew was around Bad would claim he somehow "felt" Skeppy was somewhere (which is his demon soulbond he has with Skeppy, it's not just a normal feeling cough cough) and Skeppy would be convinced Bad HAD to be around also because Jr and Puffy were there, they were their characters, the fictional kid he had with Bad was with him so he just had to be Quackity and the other admins would ofc not be the gatekeeping overlords of the island and actively work to figure shit out, including using the train system and seeing if anyone else they knew was around I have an idea that they'd send people out from the island, (like maybe group members who havent met skeppy before) who find Skeppy/jr/puffy, and realize who they are Bad would have stayed on the island because of his protectiveness over the eggs (thanks demon instincts) and couldnt leave them, and they figured he'd be the best bet to keep them safe anyways, + he was losing hope that his "feeling" that skeppy was around was real and just delusion that is UNTIL the other islanders come back with a new few people ermmm shocked teary reunion when

Aaaaaand I actually sketches this out too woah (this is one I wanna clean up for SURE bc omg

ANYWAYSSS you gotta get on board with this one I'm sooo so normal abt it

aughh more ideas:

- the other islanders dont know what skeppy and bad's deal is LOL half of them think theyre boyfriends (and for drama purposes, in this they are not officially yet but by god are they obvious) - Bad semi flipping the FUDGE out because his demon features are a LOT to get used to and he has instincts he has to repress and just lots of silly stuff. like why is he so pissed Skeppy's taking food from somebody else? Why does he feel like Dapper and the other eggs need to stay close to him at all times/ride on his back? Instead of his regular nervous bbh sounds he makes inhuman garbles and growls which is new, not to menation the mountainload of other things like his anatomy and going from a warm to cold blooded creature LOL his eyesight is also different and he's sensitive to light - Skeppy and Bad have like. actual children now which is a huge fucking deal hello??? They gotta navigate and talk that shit out because jr is like a 5 year old and Dapper + the other eggs while still being the admins are baby dragons O_o They went through crazy changes as well, being a baby animal comes with having baby behavior despite their intelligence - Besides ALL THAT after being overjoyed with seeing eachother again, Skep and Bad have like a little argument over Bad refusing to see skeppy as frequently as he promised to which Bad is like "are u rlly worried about that right now look around you" ermmm a little beef there but they figure it out dw

- hmmm idea what if everyone realizes that the code entity is not an admin, and is a real thing tryuing to kill them maybe (?) omg maybe - Skeppy gets to meet all teh babies!!! I have a feeling he'd get along with the eggs great but also maybe have a small rivalry with a few of them?? lol in a silly way - Islanders find more about themselves and the things they can do yay! Like ppl with wings learn to fly, ppl learn their weapons, magic users start to learn magic and they all decided to learn asl for the eggs - lotssss of angst these motherfuckers are still so confused and miss their regular lives despite the incredible and odd situation theyre in - islanders are still confused on what skeppy and bad's deal is like. they have kids they live together and dont leave eachother's sides prettymuch and go to eachother for comfort primarily - Bad and Skeppy disregard remarks and questions about their relationship THIS IS THEM CENTRIC ALWAYS N FOREVER… - skephalo need to have "the talk", bad needs to face his insecurities and skeppy needs to face his sexuality crisis

silly dads with their silly kids (real) this sketch is kinda old but I wanna clean it up sometime maybe and it fits with this idea very much WRITERS HIII If someone with qsmp knowledge is interested in maybe collabing with me to bring this idea to life please do hmu

IM GOING TO EXPLODE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME U GET ME WITH THIS ONE aughh also I want to yap about this so bad

PLEASE ask any questions u have, my response box is open and you're welcome to in the comments to!! Or dms idc

AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!! am I crazy or no

If you've read this far you are a real one anyways live laugh love skephalo

[risingshards]

I wanna follow more writers on here, if you're a writer and are looking for more followers like/reblog this plz!

I mainly write web novels! I have WiPs in other genres/styles as well but web novels get the most of my attention 😁. I'm a freelance editor (formerly for a children's book publisher). I love reading about writing craft and blogging writing journeys and such so anyone that blogs about their creativity hit me uuuup

[zillychu]

On a somewhat related note, if you're ever interested in writing one of my AUs and interested in collabing, I might be up for that! Just shoot me a message here or on Discord ✨

[succulentsiren]

How to Structure Your Life Like a BOSS: SucculentSiren X @femmefatalevibe

FemmeFataleVibe

• Set Priorities

• Write Everything Down

• Devise A Plan

• Prioritize Important Tasks Like Non-Refundable Appointments

• Consider Batching Similar Tasks For Better Time Management & Productivity

• Become Attuned To Your Natural Energy Patterns

• Develop Self-Awareness Around Your Self-Sabotaging Behaviors

• Drop Inconsequential Tasks and Conversations

• Find Mentors (Online or IRL) Who You Allow Into Your Inner Circle 

Ask Yourself: * What are the main 3 action items you could complete this week that would best serve your goals?

* Approximately what percentage of your to-do list each week aligns with your priorities?

* What are some habits you could add or eliminate that would help you feel more in control of your life?

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SucculentSiren

• Time Management - Become aware of how you are managing your time. Set timers to remind you of your daily goals. Things flows easier when you set time aside everyday rather than trying to do everything at once or procrastinating. It can literally be just 10 minutes a day. This builds consistency and habit. You’ll also become less stressful in knowing that you don't have to complete everything all at once.

• Self Awareness - Identify what you want, how you want your life to look, what things in your life you would like to change, who you want to be seen as, etc. Develop self belief where you believe you're capable of achieving and having all your desires. Take calculated action towards your goals. You don’t have to start big. Start small instead and learn from there. Stay persistent and always remember your end goal. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day.’

• Mentors - Learn from people who inspire you. Everybody influences you, so follow those who motivate you to be and feel better about yourself.

Q&A

Q: Many people find it challenging to put themselves first and make something of themselves. How would you recommend prioritizing yourself?

SS: If someone else can have it why can’t you? Build up your self esteem. Write down what it is that you desire most for your life and act in accordance to those beliefs. Nothing is too big or small for you to achieve.

FFV: Give yourself at least 30 minutes after waking up to focus on yourself. Do your skincare, have your coffee, listen to music, journal, read. Allow yourself to ease into your day.

Have your non-negotiables for the day. Get them done when you say you will and don’t push yourself to do more if you’re exhausted or get too overwhelmed. Communicate your bandwidth to others so you set realistic expectations involved for any project, event, get-together, or errand.

Ensure you give yourself enough time to eat 2-3 healthy meals daily, drink enough water, move for at least 20-30 minutes a day, and have a hygiene routine (shower skincare, home cleaning, etc.) that you perform daily/weekly depending on the task.

Give yourself at least an hour before bed to wind down – with a book, TV show, drinking tea, journaling, relaxing music, etc.

Incorporate daily/weekly rituals you enjoy into your schedule. Make these self-love practices as much of a priority as taking a shower or a work task. These activities could be doing a face mask, getting your nails down, have a great cup of coffee or tea, watching an episode of a TV show, a long walk around your neighborhood, calling someone you love, etc.

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Q: What are some tips to maintain balance between work, play and rest?

FFV: Give yourself “business hours” to do your work/important tasks – even if you don’t have an employer setting your schedule. This tip is essential if you’re self-employed, a business owner, or a student. I share my business hours in all of my contracts so my clients know when I’ll be available.

Timeblock everything: Your work tasks, cleaning schedule, errands/appointments and even your resting/self-care hours. This process allows you to stop decision fatigue from taking over your life. If you say you’re cleaning from 2 -3 pm tomorrow, get it done so you have from 3 pm onward to chill, take a walk, and watch TV later that weekend afternoon.

Decision on your must-do self-care rituals for the day/week and keep your promise to do them for yourself.

Become attuned to your social battery. Know how many hangouts per week or nights out helps you thrive (say 1-3 times per week if you’re more introverted or busy with work, school, family, etc.). Make an effort to plan these events on your social calendar ahead of time or know yourself well enough to remain open to last-minute plans on certain days/times of the week (if you’re prone to cancelling or flaking).

[artbyace]

The Rosier Twins <3

my part of a collab with the lovely @jaylienpotter where we highlight the heartwarming headcanon relationship between the rosier twins, specifically trans!pandora and her and evans’ mission to grow their hair out to combat the schools dress code

i loved drawing these two so much !! i tried out some new brushes for a diff style, let me know what y’all think <3

follow to keep an eye out for jayliens fic on these two , collabbing has been a pleasure

[idyllic-ghost]

title: dear valentine

pairing: student!woozi x student!reader

genre: idiots to lovers, rivals/friends to lovers, fluff, romance

warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of alcohol consumption

synopsis: valentine’s day is approaching fast, and your university is set to celebrate it well. a group of students calling themselves the pink eros group has created a website for other students to send anonymous love letters to a random match. you and your friend, jihoon, find it stupid and a waste of time… but in secret, you decide to create an account. it’s not like a love letter to a stranger can change anything, right?

a/n: this is a @svthub collab! if i hadn't had such a busy schedule, this would be a lot more detailed - but it is what it is!

word count: 6.4k

rating: PG 13

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"They can't be serious...", you sighed.

"Would anyone even agree to do this?", Jihoon asked rhetorically.

The poster hung up on the wall was bright pink. With big, bold, letters it said: "Looking for a Valentine's day date? The Pink Eros Group is to your rescue! Join our website, www.pinkerosletters.com, to join in the search for true love. More information is to be found on the website!"

"This color combination is atrocious", you grimaced.

"But it does bring your eyes to the price, right?", a voice appeared behind you, "You see, if we want people to see it, it has to be right. Basic color theory."

You turned around to see Seungkwan, looking proudly at the pink poster. He was in a few of your classes, and you knew him enough for him to sneak up on you to not be incredibly strange. Seungkwan was the definition of sweet and sour. He was always kind, but he could get passive-aggressive if you poked fun at him. All in all, he was a social butterfly. If anyone would have anything to do with this poster, it would be him.

"That's not what color theory is, Kwan", Jihoon sighed.

"Whatever it's called, it worked", he shrugged, "Are either of you interested?"

"Not in the slightest", Jihoon scoffed, and you hummed in agreement, "Did you do this? Are you the Pink Eros Group?"

"Well, it's me, along with a few others. We got some from the student council, that way we could get ahold of their budget and use it for the website. You guys know Kim Wonwoo, right? He helped us set it all up. There are a lot of people in this group, including Jeonghan- you guys know Jeonghan, don't you?", Seungkwan ranted.

"Do you realize that the initialism for Pink Eros Group is PEG?", you asked as you kept looking at the poster.

Jihoon tried to hold back his laughter, while you could feel Seungkwan's cold gaze on your neck. However, as always, he had a comeback up his sleeve.

"Well, hopefully, some people will get that through our hard work", he shrugged, "Don't hide away my poster with your bad vibes. Don’t you have class or something?"

Both you and Jihoon huffed out an excuse and started moving, saying goodbye to Seungkwan in the process. It was a stupid idea, the Pink Eros Group, it really was... but a part of you was a bit curious. You looked over at your friend walking beside you. Jihoon and you had been friends since high school. Even back then, you were butting heads over who would get the best scores on tests. It was a tradition that had continued in university. In all classes you had together, you would compete against each other. The otherwise playful motivation tactic had turned into a shield for you. If you were so focused on academic conquest, you would have no time to think about your growing feelings for your best friend. And it was for the best this way. There was too much history that could be ruined by your confession for you to ever dare try to tell him.

"What are you thinking about?", Jihoon brought you out of your thoughts.

"Next week's test...", you mumbled.

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Towards the end of the day, when you had finally gotten home, you logged onto your computer to look through your upcoming assignments. You stared blankly at your screen, reading the words but never understanding their meaning. There was only one thought in your mind - "Pink Eros". Maybe by focusing on a new love interest, of sorts, you could forget all about your unruly crush.

With shaky hands, you typed the website into the search bar. To your surprise, the site wasn't as horrifyingly pink as Seungkwan's poster. It had a baby pink background and one bubble in the middle saying 'type here'. Above that bubble was text. "Write your email address or phone number here. You will be provided with another link, along with an anonymous username and password", it said.

"What am I even doing..?", you whispered to yourself as you typed in your number, hoping that no one would get a hold of this information.

For the next few minutes, you stared at your phone as you waited for a message. When it finally popped up, you clicked on the link and typed in the information it gave you. You contemplated if it was really worth it if your username had to be "dear_valentine17". Nevertheless, you typed in the given information and were then greeted with a form you had to fill out. It told you to click on your preferences, such as age range, gender preferences, interests, and so on - just like a dating site. You clicked through the options with only one thing in mind: trying to find a replacement.

Once you had finished setting everything up, the website told you to wait while they found you a match. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against the wall by your bed. This must have been one of the most delusional things you had done. You put your hands over your face and rubbed your eyes, it was time for bed. Maybe this could lead to something, maybe you would be over this tomorrow morning. Either way, you had to get away from it now.

That morning, you went over to the kitchen of your dorm and started making breakfast. One of the girls in your dorm was also there, happily humming as she made tea. You didn't remember her name, but you did know that she wasn't usually like this.

"Good morning!", she said.

"Morning", you mumbled, "Having a good start to your day?"

"I am! I just got my Pink Eros match", she said, "Did you sign up?"

"What? No", you lied, "Sorry, just not my thing"

The girl laughed a little, and it seemed to you like she knew. However, you didn't mind, or tried to, as you continued making your breakfast.

"I think it's a cute idea", she shrugged, "And, if anything, it's a great way to meet new people... unless you get matched with someone you know... then it'll be awkward."

"Well, there's no chance of that", you chuckled and then quickly added, "You know... because I'm not making an account."

"Right", she giggles and starts to leave, "I'll see you around, wish me luck with my valentine searching!"

"Good luck...", you waved goodbye.

People started coming into the kitchen, making you quickly finish up what you were doing and escape back to your room. You didn't feel like sitting through people's teasing about the Valentine's day app any longer.

After eating, you got ready for a day of classes - from time to time you would check your phone for the message. While walking to class you stopped by a café, where you knew you would find Jihoon. As soon as you spot him you smile. His entire posture exuded tiredness. clearly having stayed up for most of the night, and his hair was wet, probably from a quick shower after going to the gym early this morning. Sometimes he surprised you with how hard he worked, but you'd never admit that to him. The most you would do was pat him on the back, and tell him to go to bed. He looks at you, waves, and smiles kindly. The kind of smile that is mostly seen through the eyes, and not from the corner of the person's lips perking up. It was his tired smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead", you said and sat down in front of him.

"I ordered you a coffee", he answered, "They'll come out with it in a second."

"Why thank you", you smiled at him, "You haven't started reading through the new material without me, have you?"

"... I might have skimmed through it a bit last night", he admitted and pulled up a book from his bag and put it beside his computer.

"It's alright, I read it last night too", you grinned, "What do you say about a discussion before we go through the text in class?"

"Sounds great"

A buzzing signal sounded out. Both you and Jihoon pulled up your phones and looked at them, but there was nothing on your screen. You put your phone down on the table in slight defeat. Jihoon's ears started turning red as he read his message, but instead of answering he put away his phone. You were feeling jittery, and trying not to make it show by focusing on looking through your bag. Just a few seconds later, your phone buzzed. A message, saying that the Pink Eros Group had found your match.

"... so", you put your phone away, "What did you think about the text?"

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The two of you talked about the text until the coffee came out, then the conversation drifted off to other subjects. Soon enough, you started walking to class together. You were tempted to take your phone out and look at your match, but you couldn't when Jihoon was watching. Him finding out would be the most embarrassing thing to happen to you yet. You wouldn't be able to put up with his teasing. So when the time came, while you went to the bathroom during a break, you looked at your phone.

Welcome, dear_valentine17!

The Pink Eros Group introduces to you, your match: 01_loverboy! If any complications would come out of this match, we have a block button and an option for you to find a new match.

For now, you will be able to send an introduction letter to your match whenever you want. After that, one person will have to wait while the other person writes their letter - think of it as digital snail mail! Please be aware that there can be delays when sending a message.

Thank you for joining the Pink Eros Group! We hope we have found your match!

// The Pink Eros Group

"... loverboy", you sighed, "What am I doing..?"

When you got home that night you decided to sit down and look through your match's profile. He was a man the same age as you, with interests in music and baseball, and he was looking for something fun and not too serious. After looking through his profile you started typing out a letter for your match.

Hi, loverboy! I'm happy to finally match with someone, I hope we'll find out we have a lot in common. I'm sure you can find out most of my information in my profile. I don't know what else to say, I'm not very used to these sorts of things. Hope to hear from you soon!

As soon as you sent the message another message popped into your inbox. It seemed that you had to send that first message to unlock the one he had sent. However, as soon as you saw what he had written you only felt embarrassed by the sorry excuse of a letter you wrote.

Dear Valentine, It's a fitting name they gave you. A few days ago I couldn't imagine making an account here, I'm hoping you'll make it worth the invasive questionnaire (and I hope I can do the same for you). I don't usually do these kinds of romantic things, but this may be good for me. I'm curious, what is your favorite thing to do? What hobby would you say defines you? I know that most people would say that studying is my defining quality, but I really enjoy making music. I play a few instruments, and, if you promise to keep it a secret, I've been making a few songs. They're very personal, so I don't think I would ever release them, but I really enjoy the process. Maybe you could be my next muse? I'm only joking, of course. I'd love to hear from you soon. I don't know how this website will work, but I hope it won't take too long for me to hear from you. Yours truly, Loverboy

You stared in awe at the text. In comparison, your message was shit. Moreover, when you click away from the message the screen reads "wait for your match to send a reply". You couldn't even make up for the little bit you had written! If he didn't block you, he would for sure not be interested. You leaned your head back and took a deep breath. Maybe you were thinking too much about this. It didn't have to be that serious.

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When you woke up the next morning you couldn't bring yourself to check for a letter. Instead, you went about your day as normal and ended up at Jihoon's student apartment at the end of the day.

"Hand me the vocab sheet, would you?", Jihoon sighs.

When you hand him the paper, your fingers touch his, and it makes you quickly pull your hand away. Jihoon seemed to be too tired to notice it. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, while he held the paper in the other. It was always nice to be in Jihoon's apartment - you remember how much he bragged when he first found it. And it was a good deal, it was fairly close to campus and he had privacy.

"We should take a break, Ji", you say, "You're practically asleep."

"No, no... I got this", he sighs yet again.

You close his laptop and he only glares at you. The one annoying thing about Jihoon's apartment is that it was so small. Right now, the two of you were sitting on his bed. It was either that or his kitchen table. You moved his computer and propped yourself up against the wall.

"Rest", you insisted, "You need it."

"... you won't try to get ahead of me, will you?", he joked and moved to sit beside you.

"I'm resting with you", you said.

Jihoon leaned his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. His breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel his pulse from his temple against you. Your hand grabbed his hand and started playing with his fingers. Jihoon huffed out a short laugh. This wasn't friend stuff, no, but it was just the sort of relationship you had with him.

"Don't let me fall asleep...", he murmured.

"Fall asleep if you need to fall asleep, alright?", you hummed, "I'll be here. I'll wake you up before I have to leave."

"No, you can't leave...", he slurred.

Your heart started beating faster. He always did this, but it never got easier. After a short pause, you let go of his hand. He had fallen asleep. It wasn't hard for him to fall asleep quickly on days like these when he had barely gotten any sleep the night before. You picked up your phone and noticed an unread notification.

You have a new letter!

You sighed and looked over at Jihoon. He really was asleep. So you opened the message and decided to read your new letter.

Dear Valentine, I have to say, the first letter to send is the hardest. This system is slightly flawed, but we can work with it. I'm sorry if I came off very strong in my first letter, I was overthinking it a lot. You seem like a calm person, I appreciate that. I'm sorry if I sound extremely Shakespearian, I won't compare you to a summer's day or anything - unless you want to. But I hope you get back to me soon!

A smile crept up on your lips. It was nice to have a complete stranger be interested in you despite you making a complete ass of yourself in the first message. This Loverboy must be pretty positive to look at your message on the bright side. You looked at Jihoon, sleeping soundly beside you. It wouldn't hurt to just type out a few sentences right here, he was asleep after all, and you really wanted to respond as soon as possible.

You didn’t come off too strong at all, don’t worry about it! If anything, I should’ve put a little more thought into my message (o^ ^o) 

You pressed send and then let it go, deciding to scroll on your phone a bit more, in an attempt to let Jihoon rest before you woke him up.

Before you left that evening you woke Jihoon up, like you promised. At first, he only gripped your arm tighter, not letting go. When you laughed and told him to let go of you, he did so reluctantly.

"You could sleep over", he sighed, "I can sleep on the floor."

"I don't think so", you chuckled, "You need proper rest."

Jihoon rolled his eyes, and you ignored him. As you gathered your things you could feel his eyes on you. You knew that if you looked back he would get you to stay. He wouldn't beg. Jihoon would never. But he would look at you in a way that you couldn't say no to.

"Alright, I'm off!", you went for the door, "See you tomorrow before class?"

"Same place as always..."

Later that night, as you were getting ready for bed, you got a new message:

I’m really happy you replied! (ᵔ◡ᵔ) I got worried for a second when I didn’t hear from you for an entire day.

You started feeling bad for not responding faster, and decided to type out a message immediately. 

Sorry about that! I wish I could say that I was busy, but I was really just scared〜(＞＜)〜

It didn’t even take a second before he replied again:

Oh, that’s alright! I get it, I’m not used to this either

You smiled at your phone. Whoever this was, and whatever he looked like, you could at least say that he was nice. Maybe you were being a bit naive, but it just felt right.

I’m actually about to go to bed now ( ╥ω╥ ) We keep missing each other

Stay on with me for a little bit longer? He wrote.

Sure! But only a little bit… what do you want to talk about?

It took some time for him to respond, so you got comfortable in your bed and waited patiently. When he finally replied, you almost jumped in excitement.

Tell me about yourself. I want to get to know you.

Once again, you smiled at your phone. You were now determined that this was a good choice after all. 

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As the days passed, you started getting closer to your loverboy. He was timid, yet charming. Sometimes he was hesitant to tell you things, but who wouldn't be in this situation? Either way, you were always happy to see the notification from him. A part of you wanted to tell him your name, meet up, and forget about your unrequited, real-life, crush. But it never came to that. Your real-life crush seemed to be as ignorant as always. The two of you kept meeting up as usual, and only a few times would he do things that made your heart race. During those times, you kept thinking back to your letters in an attempt to convince yourself that you were "spoken for". You weren't actually though, and this method never really worked as a result.

One night you were at a house party, where the host was the friend of a friend. You didn’t know many people, and you thought it would be fine. However, as soon as you walked into the place, a big apartment that still had too many people in it, you felt claustrophobic. As soon as you could, you snuck out onto the balcony. There was nobody there, understandably so since it was so cold, but it was perfect for you. You pulled out your phone and looked at your notification. 

Hey, what are you up to tonight?

It was your loverboy. You smiled at your phone. Drink in one hand, you used the other to type out a message back.

At a party with my friend. I lost her some time ago, and now I’m standing out of sight… how about you?

It took some time for him to answer. You took the time to look around for your friend from where you were standing. There was no way you could find her. Worst case scenario, you would have to text her that you were leaving soon.

I’m trying to figure out how to avoid going out. But I promised someone, and he’s very persistent. Wish me luck!(>_&lt;)

You wrote a quick “good luck” and put your phone down. As you were debating if you should go back in, you locked eyes with Jihoon. He waved at you as his smile grew, and you waved back. Without hesitation, he started walking to the balcony. Soon enough he was standing right beside you. The music from inside the apartment was booming, but the glass doors muffled it slightly.

“How are you doing?”, he asked and put his beer down on the table in the corner of the balcony.

“I’m freezing”, you admitted, “But it’s better than being in there. I got dragged here by someone, so I feel a bit obligated to stay”

Jihoon started pulling off the zip-up hoodie he was wearing and handed it to you. You tried to stop him, but he wasn’t listening. A few seconds later, you were wearing his hoodie. 

“You should be wearing more clothes”, he huffed, “I won’t always be around to save you”

“I had a jacket, but I put it away when I got inside”, you explained.

He picked up his beer again and took a sip. There was a moment where you just watched him, and you didn’t feel weird about it because he wasn’t looking at you. Jihoon was looking inside, clearly amused about something. He turned his head to you, and motioned for you to look inside. Soonyoung was in the middle of the room, clearly already drunk, and dancing like no one was watching.

“So that’s why you’re here”, you hummed, “Are you helping him home later tonight?”

“You could say that”, he sighed, “He’s probably going to crash at my apartment. We’ll see.”

“Still… I’m glad you’re here”, you said and then quickly backtracked, “Because, you know, otherwise I’d be freezing my ass off right now”

Jihoon laughed and you felt your heart do a summersault in your chest. There was something so satisfying about being able to make him laugh. He pulled the hood of the jacket over your head. It hung well over your eyes. When you moved it to look at him he was grinning widely. At this moment, you felt like maybe you should say something - that now could be the right time to actually confess to him. Jihoon looked back inside and tapped your shoulder.

“There’s someone in there waving at us”

You looked inside and saw your friend quickly approaching the glass doors.

“I think that’s my sign to leave”, you started taking off the hoodie to give it back to Jihoon, but he quickly stopped you.

“You should keep it on if you’re leaving. Even if you do have a jacket, it’ll be very cold, and your dorm isn’t exactly near here.”, he explained, “I’ll be fine, I brought an extra jacket.”

“Thank you”, you smiled and quickly made your way inside.

Later that night, you were still in his hoodie. It smelled like him and made it feel like he was giving you a constant hug. You were going to give it back… but maybe you should just wash it first to be nice.

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Jihoon was sitting in front of you in the library. It was a secluded corner, but it wouldn't matter if you sat in a crowded area; you would still only be paying attention to him. The hoodie you had borrowed was neatly folded and hanging over the armrest on his chair.  He was reading, sighing as he flipped the page. You knew he didn't like this particular course, so you offered to study with him even though you weren't in his class. You were supposed to be working on an assignment, but you couldn't focus.

"Have you heard anything about that Valentine's website?", he asked out of the blue, not pulling his eyes away from the book.

Your cheeks flushed red, thinking what if he knew that you had made an account. The best option was to lie, but you had to calm down before you could speak. You picked up your water bottle, giving yourself a moment to collect yourself while you were drinking. Jihoon looked up at you when you hadn't responded for a while. His eyes were piercing your soul, looking for an answer, and you nearly choked.

"No, I haven't...", you shook your head and put down the water bottle, "Maybe you should ask Seungkwan."

"It's nothing serious", he explained and looked back in his book, "Just heard that people are apparently meeting up now."

"Meeting up?", you hummed, "What about it? You're not on there, are you?"

"No chance", he scoffed, "I just sort of think that it defeats the point, doesn't it?"

You felt like you were back in high school again. During Valentine's, you could get as many cards or chocolates as you could imagine, but it never really mattered. Jihoon never got you anything. Understandably so, it wasn't in his nature to do something like that. And it's not like he was obligated to do so. However, every year you got your hopes up that maybe he would. Instead, the only thing you got from him was a short speech about how it's a holiday created for people to buy more things. You watched as his pointer finger fiddled with the page he was about to turn, before finally turning it. Jihoon put his hand on the sentence he was reading before looking back up at you.

"I think it's nice", you admitted while looking back at your computer, "I know you don't like Valentine's, but some people do, and if they want to meet up, then they should."

Jihoon stayed quiet for a while. You could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up. You were getting tired of this, especially now that you had a person paying attention to you. Sure, you had never met him, but during the time you had been messaging him, he had been more affectionate toward you than Jihoon ever had.

"I like Valentine's", Jihoon huffed.

"No, you don't", you scoffed and finally met his eyes, "You always call it a materialistic holiday."

"It is a materialistic holiday", he started smiling, "That doesn't mean I can't appreciate it for its fundamental message."

"Shut up", you laughed, "You're making fun of me!"

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm serious!", Jihoon laughed with you, "All I'm saying is that if they meet up it defeats the point of being anonymous letter-buddies."

You looked at him as if he were ridiculous. He lightly shook his head and looked back in his book. You felt like you had dodged a bullet.

"Why do you care all of the sudden?", you hummed and went back to your assignment.

"... I don't", he shrugged.

"Sure you don't..."

"What? I don't!", he looked back at you, "Why would I go on a website when I have you?"

Even though you knew what he meant, your heart skipped a beat. He was joking, it was obvious in his tone, but your body still reacted to it. As you were about to respond, you were interrupted by a text message coming to your phone. You looked at it, it was from your loverboy. An involuntary smile crept its way onto your lips.

“What?”, he asked, suddenly a bit more serious.

“It’s nothing”, you played it off and put your phone down.

Jihoon hummed in response and returned to reading. You looked at him for a while, trying to read what he was thinking, but you got nothing. Instead, you looked back at your phone and decided to read the message.

I was thinking of you earlier, I’ve been trying to figure out a way to ask if we could ever meet up(o´▽`o)

A sigh escaped your lips, not loud enough for anyone to hear, and you put your phone down. You looked over at Jihoon. He was still not looking your way. You could lie to yourself, say that you really did like this stranger and wanted to meet. However, it was getting harder and harder to do. Jihoon flipped a page again, and you simply watched as he followed the text with his pointer finger. No, you couldn’t tell him now. You could never tell him. If you did, he would only reject you and everything would be ruined. But you couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend you didn’t like him, or ignore your feelings with the help of another person. That wasn’t right to do, you were using this stranger, and he was clearly into you. You put away your phone and packed up your things.

“Do you want to get coffee?”, you asked Jihoon.

“Hm? Oh… sure”, he nodded and started packing up as well.

Just because you were suffering didn’t mean that anyone else had to.

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That was the last time you ever heard from your loverboy. The years passed and you forgot about him completely. Now, ten years later, you were doing well for yourself. You had a stable job in a field you enjoyed, an apartment in a good neighborhood, and even a cat. However, you never managed to find yourself a partner. You had dated around, but nothing more had ever happened. That’s why, while you were laying in bed and procrastinating falling asleep, you decided to go back to that Pink Eros website. Maybe it was also because Valentine’s day was approaching, and you were feeling a little desperate. It took some tries before you could remember the password, but you got it in the end. The website still worked. It was slightly different than you remembered, so it must have been reused after you left school. Without second-guessing, you typed out a message:

Hey… how are you?

Then you put your phone down. It was enough for tonight. You weren’t even sure that you would get a response. But the very next day, in the middle of making breakfast, your phone pinged. You looked away from making your sandwich to check your phone. It was a message from Pink Eros.

It’s been a while, Valentine. I’m good, how about you?

You let go of everything to answer.

I’m alright! I’m sorry for not answering you for all these years.

It only took a few minutes before you got a reply.

Things happen. What can you do?

You took a deep breath and hesitated to send the next message.

Maybe I could make it up to you? Do you want to meet up sometime in the future?

Sure.

It just so happened that you and your anonymous pen pal were in the same city right now. The two of you had agreed to meet up on Valentine’s day, just for coffee. So, you put on the most Valentine-esque thing you had in your closet and were off. The two of you had decided on a small street corner café, which was just a few blocks from your apartment. To signal that it was him, so that you didn’t have to walk up to strangers and ask if they were your anonymous pen pal, he would be sitting at a specific table in the corner and he would bring a red rose to put right in the middle of said table. You were practically skipping down the street. A bag in your hand, with a small box of chocolates as a present for him. This might have been the most reckless thing you had done in a while, but you decided not to think of it. 

 The door to the café let out a delightful ding as you stepped inside. There weren’t many people around, so your eyes immediately drifted off to the corner where your pen pal should sit. You were met with a familiar pair of eyes. Jihoon. Now older, but not in a way that made him look worn. After college you had tried to keep contact, but the two of you had started leading such different lives. You had drifted apart. Not completely, of course, there were the usual texts. Sometimes he would come into town to visit you, but it had been a while since he last did that. You noticed the red rose on the table, and your feet started moving on their own towards him.

“Hi”, was all he said, and you couldn’t answer, “... I’ll get you a coffee.”

He got up from his seat and walked over to the counter where an eager barista was waiting for him to order. You watched them interact as you sat down. Jihoon was timid, yet kind, as he ordered for you - your usual. The barista had a big “customer service” smile on her lips. You could tell that rush hour hadn’t started yet in this little café. When Jihoon returned, you kept your gaze on your hands in your lap.

“You remember my order?”, you asked softly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”, he said, and made you look up.

“Jihoon, we haven’t seen each other in almost two years”, you pointed out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

He was quiet, and you hated it. It meant that he didn’t have an answer. He didn’t have an excuse for not contacting you when he was here. By the look on his face, you could guess that he had been here before without telling you too.

“I don’t know”, he sighed, “This is… a bit too much. Can we start over?”

“Sure”, you took a deep breath, “Are you… were you on that website all those years ago?”

The barista came over with two cups of coffee, and took away the cup that Jihoon had already finished. You both thanked her and waited for her to leave until you started talking again.

“Well, clearly”, he let out an awkward laugh, “I’m sorry for not telling you, it was stupid.”

You paused again, looking into your coffee cup. The latte art was of a heart. It was so pretty you almost didn’t want to drink it, and the clump in your throat certainly didn’t help. It never crossed your mind that this could happen, that it would be Jihoon sitting in front of you right now. 

“I never told you either, you know”, you said, “I was just as stupid… this is for you, by the way.”

You gave him the small bag, and he murmured out a thank you. Jihoon picked up the small box of chocolates from the bag and opened it. A smile spread across his lips as he saw what it was. 

“Thank you, Y/N”, he seemed more comfortable now, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

“You bought me coffee”, you picked up the rose from the table, “And this, I guess”

The two of you chuckled. He put his hand on the table, and in an experimental step forward you put your hand right next to yours. His pinky slowly moved closer to your hand, but he never broke eye contact. You finally took his hand in yours, his touch sending sparks through your chest.

“I missed you”, you admitted, “A lot.”

“I missed you a lot too”, he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, “I should have called you.”

“Well, I could have called you too”, you added, “I never had the guts to. I didn’t even have the guts to respond to your last message on that stupid website, which I’m sorry for just leaving you like that.”

“It’s fine, you had your reasons I’m sure.”

“My reason was actually… you.”

He looked at you, slightly confused, and you can barely believe that you just said that. You gripped his hand, suddenly scared that he would go away. But he didn’t go away. In fact, he squeezed your hand right back.

“I stopped writing to you because I was in love with… well, you”, you admitted, “Of course, I didn’t know that I was writing to you- I’m sorry this is so confusing.”

Jihoon’s ears were bright red, and his hand gripped you even tighter. Your heart was beating out of your rib cage, and you wished that your hands weren’t sweating profusely. 

“... you were in love with me?”, he asked softly.

“So incredibly in love with you”, you laughed, “I… if I’m being completely honest, those feelings never went away. I understand if this is a bit uncomfortable, but I just needed to tell you.”

“It’s alright”, he took a deep breath, “I started liking you back in high school. Never really stopped either.”

“High school? When?”, you smiled.

“... it was the summer before our second year. We were on that old playground, on the swings”, he explained, “You… had done something new with your hair and you kept playing around with it. I mean, you were completely messing it up- but in a cute way, I guess. I don’t know…”

“That means… you started liking me before I liked you”, you grinned, “Which means I win.”

“You win? What?”, he scoffed, “You’re making this a competition?”

“Of course”, you shrugged, “Isn’t everything with us a competition?”

Jihoon’s eyebrows raised as he thought about it. He started nodding and pursed his lips, letting out a soft “yeah” in agreement. The two of you laughed. You noticed that his hand was still in yours, and nothing had ever felt so right. 

“So, you’re loverboy…”, you took a deep breath.

“And you’re… my valentine”, he smiled, “Is that okay?”

“More than okay”, you nodded, “I don’t think you understand how much I’ve wanted this.”

“If it’s anything like how much I’ve wanted it, then I think I understand”, he said.

There was a lot to figure out, and you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for a moment you let yourself enjoy this. You could finally spend your Valentine’s day with someone you love.