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awrkive · 7 months

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[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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jaemified · 11 months

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camera - yang jungwon

“you only love me on camera”

pairing ; yang jungwon x reader

genre ; angst, idol au

warnings ; swearing, very brief slapping

wordcount ; 0.7k

synopsis ; lee y/n and yang jungwon have always been seen as the ‘perfect’ couple in the industry, but whats seen as flawless is only on camera.

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y/n scrolled through the ipad, reading what engenes were saying about the two of them on live. "'you are a great mubank host, im sad your contract is ending soon.' thank you! im sad my contract is ending too. hopefully there will be another chance like this again!" she flashed a genuine smile.

"-'you guys are so cute together', awe thank you!" y/n expressed her gratitude to the camera while reading a comment out loud.

jungwon wrapped an arm around the girl beside him, rubbing her shoulder before checking his phone to read another comment from your fandoms.

"-'will we ever get a vlog of the two of you together?', well we cant say much, but you can expect one coming soon." jungwon replied with a nod.

"well its getting pretty late and we have music bank tomorrow. remember to stream bite me and support us on our latest comeback. bye engenes, love you always!" and with that, jungwon immediately removed his arm from y/n as he cut the cameras.

"i was wondering if we could go out to dinner tonight? maybe talk or even go over the script? just the two of us."

without even looking up from his computer as he responded to emails, jungwon answered y/n by saying, "y/n, you know we arent really together right? its all just a contractual arrangement for my sake, so my group and i can promote." he chuckled.

she gripped her plastic water bottle in slight annoyance and anger. of course she had known, she had always known. she just never wanted to admit to it. being together was purely for publicity, and seeing as they were in front of cameras practically 24/7, it felt all too real for y/n to want to accept it was all only on camera.

"why do you hate me?"

"what kind of question is that? i dont hate you, im just keeping it professional." jungwon mumbled with a slight tone to it.

y/n scoffed.

"so being a dick to me is considered 'being professional' now? youre so nice to all your other female colleagues. why cant you be the same with me?"

she was upset, rightfully so. i mean, she thought she found someone who cared for her even if it were just as a friend, but truthfully, he couldnt even do that in the very least.

jungwon finally looked up from his laptop, drafting the current email he was in the middle of.

he crossed his arms and looked the girl before him in the eyes.

"because youre the only one ive ever been forced to date. and sure, youre pretty but you arent exactly my type. not to mention it was inexplicably sudden."

"i really thought we were bonding, even if it were just as friends. theres nothing wrong with wanting to go out for food. we do so much on camera, so why cant we have fun without it?" y/n argued back, though still slightly offended.

"its all on contract. you read it, you signed it as did i. we both knew what it is we agreed to. so why should that suddenly change just because of however you feel?"

she walked up closer to jungwon, noses almost touching, looking deep into his eyes before whispering then stepping back.

"youre a prick."

there was a loud clap in the air, the sound of y/ns hand colliding with jungwons cheek, more specifically so.

"youre a liar."

another slap to the face.

"and youre nothing but a selfish bastard! did everything we ever shared mean nothing to you? i gave you nothing but my all, i thought what we had was genuine but no, you want to let go of that too!"

"y/n.."

"no! dont 'y/n' me now that im getting mad. you never cared while i was calm. is all it is you expect me to do is just sit there and look pretty? to make you look good because you got the wealthy, pretty girl on your arm?"

"y/n."

tears flowed down her face and she stared at his flushed red cheeks due to the force of her last slap, as well as the emotion that hit him along with it.

"wanna know why i dont give a fuck about the contract? because i loved you, i really did! and i thought you felt the same. but no,"

"now i know. you only love me on camera."'

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vindieselsfacebook-blog · 6 months

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Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

#gilmore girls #my gg brainworms #i need a hobby lol

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xp-n-g · 7 months

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HELLO MY NAME IS CHARLIE ANNNNNNNND CHECK IT OUT MY WEBSITE UNDERSCOREPNG IS ALMOST DONE!

its all about me myself and i and my work! everything you need to know ab me, my values, and my art are all here! - - eeeek im excited its close to being done! i love html and css and im very proud of this, i hope i get a laptop for christmas so i stop stealing my brothers and then i can code 24/7!! i hope to learn javascript soon so i can make this place look how it looks in my mind!

[this website is best viewed on a pc! unfortunately it breaks a little on mobile and ipad i apologize for this inconvenience!, it still works it just not the same experience!]

___

DNI

[please read full in the link above! - this is shortened!]

BTW it is totally okay to be uncomfortable with any of the values i mentioned here (exceptions are minors*, pro-contacts, bullies, bigots, & hateful people), i myself am uncomfortable with many things, even tho i accept everyone, i still have my own opinions, the difference is i choose to bite my tongue and set differences aside, no matter how weird, for the wellness and health of others. i never want to be someone untrustworthy, nor an oppressor, i am a friend to all and anyone can come to me with anything no matter how big or small, ill be there to listen

HARD DNI

a list of those who i dont wish to associate with, please do not follow me, retweet, repost, or fave/like my work, dm me, or attempt to personally contact me! it makes me uncomfortable!

~ MINORS*

please be 18+ when following my NSFW accounts!

*reminder: my instagram is my only SFW -18 account! this is the only account minors should be on.

~ PRO-CONTACT

i do not allow room for abusive content nor harm, i may be pro-para but i am not pro-abuse. animals, children, and the dead cannot consent.

~ ANTIS

i am proship / profiction meaning i do not feel inclined to harass or reject others for their personal fictional fantasies! i do not believe fiction is equivalent to reality, it can affect it only if you are weakminded enough to allow yourself to, fortunately most people im this world arent! if you in any way believe in harrassing, belittling, or judging others over taboo fictional content, feel taboo fictional content and media are against your moral alignment, or are someone who believes it represents my morals as a person, my content is not for you!

closeted / neutral ship allowed!

~ BULLIES, BIGOTS, & HATEFUL PEOPLE

I WILL NEVER TOLERATE INTOLERANCE, I WILL NEVER STAND BESIDE AN OPPRESSOR, AND I WILL NEVER BE THE OPPRESSOR. i am black, transgender, bisexual, mentally & physically disabled, and radincluse, i support any and all identities no matter how strange or "weird", i do not care! i will ALWAYS be a safe space for anyone who isnt hateful! in my personal opinion, i believe no identity is inherently harmful and all identities are equally invalid, we are stronger together than we are apart. pushing hatred of things you dont understand is not PLUR and is not right, kill the cop in your head before speaking to me, you do not have to understand why others are the way they are, but bare minimum is to accept others no matter how different, in this community we are ALL misunderstood, ostrascized, and wrongly labled, do NOT become the oppressor & praise what you preach, if you are PLUR PROVE IT BY BEING KIND AND ACCEPING! if you force others to confine to your impossible standars do not interact, my content is not for you!

BYF

I AM ANTI-HARRASSMENT, DO NOT COME TO ME WITH CALLOUTS UNLESS SAID PERSON IS CONTRIBUTING TO REAL WORLD ABUSE! youll find out more about this in my byf/dni!

DISCLAIMER

ALL WHO FAIL TO LISTEN WILL BE BLOCKED! ACCOUNTS POSTING HARMFUL OR ABUSIVE CONTENT WILL BE REPORTED, NO IF ANDS OR BUTS!

I RESPECT YOUR DNI, SO PLEASE, RESPECT MINE, ANTIS, MINORS*, AND PRO-CONTACTS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME!

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niyaaaa do u have any tips for people who wanna get into fic writing? 👀

i don’t really get how the whole posting format for fics works on here tbh 😭 and like your info area it’s so cool

YEAH OFC!! btw dm me your username so i can follow and support you <3

tip 1- the posting format isnt that hard to get used to actually its just you create a tumblr text post and then copy and paste your fic onto it, add the tags and stuff then post it. if you want to add banners, headers and stuff to make it look better then go ahead, just add images to the text post

tip 2- the info area is the same as above, just add pictures of your choice etc to the text post, add your information, name, age, fav things etc and then to link posts to your post, highlight where u want the link to go, then copy the link of the post u want linked then press the hyperlink that looks like two chains linked together when you highlight the text if that makes sense? sounds like a lot but its rlly not i promise haha

tip 3- always type your fics on other apps like word or google docs since they have an auto save feature!! i dont reccomend typing your fics on tumblr since one if the app crashes, it doesn't automatically save your work so everything you wrote will get deleted (some versions of tumblr do have autosave, my laptop has it but my phone and iPad doesn't, so i dont rely on it)

tip 4- idk if you want tips on actual fic writing or just how to get your fics onto tumblr but ill help you with that anyway. with me when i write fics i always imagine it out in my head. theres some of my fics where i just went with the flow and wrote wgatever came to mind and those are the fics i hate the most because they dont rlly make sense to me. theyre always so random and it just seems rushed and bad.

i picture my fics like a scene in my head and whatever i want the character to do, think, say or feel i write that shit down asap. i use other online sources to help get more descriptive like the emotion theasurus <- honestly one of my favourite things to use ever, they have so much body language to use for every emotion in the damn book

dialogue is also something i find difficult. i've improved i personally feel like but its still hard for me especially if im writing a new character. i never want to make the character seem OOC so i do lots of research before hand. i normally use the wiki to read up on a characters personality.

for example i'll use ran for this since he's like 99% of my account lmao. in the wiki, he's described as "naturally whimsical toward others which makes him inscrutable" though ran doesnt have many scenes in the manga (which i hate bc i love him sm) its impossible to actually write him down to a tee so i use that naturally whimsical description to make him playful, charismatic, carefree etc, going off what little information i have with him.

getting a characters personality down is what can make or break a dialogue. for me when im reading a fic of a character and their dialogue is so OOC it puts me off and i dont even wanna read. so i apply my same fic icks to myself and think if I don't like seeing this and that in a fic, why would I incorporate those in my fics and have ppl get put off it if they have the same fic icks as me?

hope that makes sense!!

tip 5- dont rush yourself at all. i used to rush a few of my fics and i just ended up hating it so much after and fought bck the urge to delete them so many times but then i'd see people's comments and realise i was being too harsh on myself. i'd keep them up but i'd just hate seeing them get attention.

rushing only makes you hate your work and the quality of your work will decline if you are not in the right headspace.

thats also why i have the don't rush me thing in my rules because not only is it annoying to see people constantly asking for updates, it also makes me mad because i know i'll just put out a piece of garbage if i did rush.

also another tip don't give yourself deadlines!! if you know your writing consistency can be a little sloppy, don't tell your followers that you're going to upload every so and so day. if something happens and you miss the deadline, you'll feel bad and rush something out and most times out of ten, a rushed fic doesn't do well. so take your time and don't rush.

tip 6- dont listen to what other people say or feel obligated to write something you don't wanna. establish your boundaries!! for example, from day one i started this blog i said im accepting requests but i will not write anything to do with non-con, incest or minors. i made sure that was out there so i wouldn't feel uncomforable writing anything i wasn't comfy with.

there are people on this app that may like your writing and request you to write something for them. you are not obligated to write anything for anyone! don't feel like you have to just because they asked nicely.

if you want to accept requests you can im not saying you shouldn't, im saying don't feel like you have to. you always have a choice. its your blog.

tip 7- remember this isn't a job. you're allowed to take breaks, allowed to have a personal life. don't feel like you need to be updating every day. i used to think i was obligated to be uploading consistently at least every week because i was obsesssed with engagement and seeing peoples comments and was scared if i took a break ppl will unfollow. now i honestly don't care. i'm not active as much as i used to because of school and that's fine! if ppl want to leave, let them. don't feel like you're forced to keep being active in order to keep your follower count stable.

tip 8- this app can get really toxic sometimes. luckily enough i've only had one toxic anon in my inbox and i've been on this app for a year. some people have so many, some ppl get harrassed etc. if that happens to you just be prepared since there's no actual way to find out who's behind anons. you can turn off your anon options which means if ppl want to inbox you something then their account will be showing. some people arent comfortable with that and that's fine! i keep mine on because i want people to feel comfortable on my page.

just remember though if you ever feel like this app is getting overwhelming take breaks! for the sake of your mental health take breaks. i know so many writers on here that took breaks and came back healthier and stronger.

i feel like this tip goes for social media in general. as much as i love social media im aware how unhealthy it is. breaks are so important for you. remember that.

i can't think of anymore tips right now but if i have some more i will edit the post and add it on.

if u have anymore questions about the tumblr posting format dm me and ill help you out :))

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rileylearnstorock · 1 year

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fuck this weather

why is everything moving even slower than before today? im currently typing this in a dinosaur aged laptop belonging to my sis sitting at home with god knows what's the weather out there now, 35 degrees? and alternating between needing to sweat and also not overheating myself. i seem to remember that my sis describes me as being a carnivorous plant, i need water and moisture if not i just die which literally happened to me 2 days ago. temperature shot to 39.3 and i was delusional. body aching too much to get on my feet to wash up and head down to our family doctor, was in a half dazed mood the whole day, the bloody meds making my tongue all numb and all food tasting bland. well glad all thats over.

today is the last day of my so called medical leave and gotta return to being a cog in the machine of capitalism? economic growth? whatever it is, its the thing that gives me money so i can spend it however i like and on whoever i like. i just realised my last post was early april this year and it always feels like a whole year has passed since i last written in here. at least its still a consistent thing for me. no matter how infrequently i write. i still got opinions and stuffs to say, maybe not to humans but online. because this space is not meant for anyone but myself. so no judgements, no stonewalling, nothing, just peace and quiet, exactly how i want things to be.

my job is chaotic now, so different from the previous one but the time passes really quickly and im learning new shit which is all good. colleagues are pretty good as well, no mind games and management is old school/traditional which is fine by me. still not very sure about working under a female boss but time will tell. man once this week passes, it will be 3 weeks im in this new company, time sure passes quickly. the rest of my life is pretty much the same really. i miss hanging out with my group of 5, me included. can be totally myself with them, all of us feel the same way. minus the smoking and hard liquor. i think my 3 cups of soju bomb was my max till i flatlined. man at least it was in their home and not some pub or strangers home. glad to always have them, need to catch up soon like for real. for real.

why am i talking like im a homie? pretty soon i will be saying bruh to everyone and hierarchies be absent. i dunno i mean i read about this new generation now called generation Alpha? like how weird is that? i thought the alphabets thing was already weird enough but now we have alpha? said it came from being ipad babies, born and raised using ipads. sounds privileged and kinda sad though tbh to have ur whole world shaped using electronics without being able to use ur 5 senses to discover the world around you. damn im glad i was born a millenial, if i have a kid next time, wouldnt know if i am raising an alien or a child anymore. they be all smarter than us and taking over all our jobs in no time is what im saying.

guess thats all i have to say for now. peace out, love this community.

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mattysmind19 · 9 months

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Your friendly Lisztomaniac

Hi, my name is Matty, and I am a lisztomaniac. This may sound scary but before you run off all it means is I listen to music all the time. Yes, all the time. I fall asleep to music, I listen to it during my morning routine, on the way to work, walking into work, sometimes while working at least when not helping people, while I work out, while I make dinner. When I say all the time it really is all the time! This title is one I am proud of, and I can think of so many friend ships and relationships that are stronger because of the overlapping passion and need to listen to music all the time. I have loved music since as long as I can remember. I partly blame my parents for this love/ addiction, growing up my mom played the piano and we listed to a lot of music from the 80’s and my dad played mainly Motown and oldies. I didn’t realize this back then, but this would form my love for music and shape my ear and create my baseline for finding music on my own. As I grew through the years, I found Rap/ Hip Hop to be my personal favorite, but I always found my way back to music from the 80’ and Motown. One of my favorite connections is how one of my favorite rappers is Mac Miller and his music is very jazz influenced similar sounds to a lot of the music my dad played. I was finding music that was brand new to me but as I learned more it made perfect sense as to while I gravitated to it in the first place.

When you read through all my post there are a specific few that connect to my love for music and they are my second post titled “My Old Man”, “Module 7 Plotting”, and finally “Your Musical theme.”

Starting with “My Old Man” this post is probably my favorite one that I have every written and one that makes me quite emotional to think about. This post highlights a very special relationship I have with my dad and how we have mutual love for music. Like I shared earlier I really believe that because of him playing all the music he did growing up and how he’d play it morning, noon, and night makes us two peas in a pod and this song by Mac Demarco really embodies that to me. I’m not sure how’d he taking being called this but we both are lisztomaniacs.

Second is “Module 7 Plotting” in this post I mention the need to find the right playlist to listen to while I do chores around the house, a task I spend too much time on before doing the actual chore. But for me it helps me enjoy the activity that much more. I also find music can help me concentrate and really get into the zone. There are multiple moments at my work when it is okay to really focus and listen to music and these are some of my favorite moments. It makes me happy but also, I am incredibly productive. Even with this class I did the same thing every time I’d do homework or study. I would open my laptop and pull up everything for class and on my iPad, I would pull up the “Lo-fi Girl” on YouTube. If you know about it, you understand why I do this if you don’t, please do yourself a favor and check it out its perfect.

Lastly, “Your Musical Theme” what a dream of an assignment to do for me. You’d think for someone like me this assignment was a breeze, but it was a little challenging because there were so many songs and to narrow it down to 5 was hard for me. However, I enjoyed this assignment so much because I could share some music that I love with someone that maybe hasn’t heard these songs. Music has always blown me away in that way I don’t think I could ever get to a point where I have listened to it all, but it is just the best when a friend says “hey canI show you this song” and then it’s all you want to listen to for a week and then you associate that song with that friendship. To me there is nothing better.

In conclusion, I hope you now understand me and my condition one that I appreciate and am proud of because all the joy it has brought to my life. My name is Matty, and I am a lisztomaniac.

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boxeskilop · 2 years

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Xmind pro google drive

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MindMeister is by far the most simplistic mind mapping tool, but its simplicity is definitely an asset. “Concept Map” or “Idea Map” would probably also work.Īnd for me, I am using Mind Mapping as easy way to track all my task accordingly to each of my responsibility, through away in text everything need to remember for my future references in BIG SCENE. Major categories radiate from a central node, and lesser categories are sub-branches of larger branches. Categories can represent words, ideas, tasks, or other items related to a central key word or idea.įor some people said it is a visual representation of how your ideas relate to a main topic – so I think “Mind Map” is a pretty accurate and descriptive name. A mind map is often created around a single word or text, placed in the center, to which associated ideas, words and concepts are added. I’d much rather have an option to toggle this off so I can just write in the field where it already is.Mind mapping is a great way to add structure to brainstorming sessions and visualize your ideas.Īccording to, a mind map is a diagram used to visually outline information. The palm rejection in the app isn’t great, both these together have caused some frustration. That means I have to lift and move my hand to the center every time I want to write and then move the whole map back to the position I had it in. When I’m using the Apple Pencil on the iPad and enter a field to write into, it centers that field on the screen. There’s one really big problem for me though which I hope is fixed in a future update.

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I probably won’t use it on the computer but even if I did, the software is good, so I’d be okay with the cost. I think I did read that you purchase it per platform though, so if I want to use it on my laptop I would have to buy that version. It took me way too long just to find one that I could just buy with a one time cost.

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Linking to mind maps is now available in the Files tab as well.

Add links to documents on your device or iCloud etc., links can be opened on that device only.

Linking to documents is now available in the Local and the Files tab.

Use “Note” in the menu to open or close the panel.

On iPad, view and edit Notes in a Note panel on the right side of the screen.

Use Preferences to set the default size and density for new images.

“Add Linked Image” adds an image as in previous versions: a thumbnail in the mind map opens a full-size image.

An “Image in Topic” can be as large as 640*640.

Enlarging the image increases the number of pixels ensuring the image still looks good.

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No need to select thumbnail size or the linked image size.

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fahrni · 2 years

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Bloomberg: “The iPad’s next major software update, iPadOS 16, will have a redesigned multitasking interface that makes it easier to see what apps are open and switch between tasks, said the people, who asked not to be identified because the changes aren’t yet public. It also will let users resize app windows and offer new ways for users to handle multiple apps at once.”

I’ve asked for an iPad running macOS in the past but I’m not sure that’s really what I want. I do like the idea of a single device that can be both laptop and tablet, like Microsoft’s excellent Surface Pro, but there’s also a camp that would love to see a touch and pencil enable Mac.

Axios: “Richmond will get its first taste of drone delivery with packages delivered in 30 minutes or less when Walmart’s DroneUp launches here this year.”

This is kind of fun to think about. I have no thoughts about how this experiment will go. When I told my wife about it she said “Won’t folks just knock them out of the sky and steal their load?” 😳

New Republic: “When officers did arrive on the scene, state officials acknowledged to reporters late last week, they did not confront the gunman until nearly 90 minutes after the murders began.”

I’m not sure how you can be a cop and be afraid of bad guys with guns.

Today it seems like a lot of cops want to cosplay as soldiers and play with their toys (guns.)

When did policing stop being about service to the community and become a bunch of armed thugs?

The mythical “good guys with guns” failed those poor kids and their teachers.

It’s worth repeating. A mom drove there. Got handcuffed. Got out of handcuffs. Hopped a fence. Went inside the school and walked out with her two kids. All while 19 officers waited outside the classroom where the gunman was. #UvaldePolice #Uvalde

— Jessica McMaster (@JessMcMasterKC) May 27, 2022

When President Clinton banned assault rifles in 1994, mass shootings dropped by 43%. After Republicans let the ban expire in 2004, they increased by 243% — please don’t tell me bans don’t work, because I don’t want to hear it.

— Lakota Man (@LakotaMan1) May 27, 2022

San Francisco Examiner “Cy was a victim of ‘pig-slaughtering,’ a type of online crypto fraud in which the victim is ‘fattened up’ over months by a criminal who builds an online relationship, then guides their prey into crypto trading and seizes their money.”

When I read stuff like this the only reason I can think of crypto existing is to defraud people and support criminals laundering their money.

Politico

“Today, in his first in-depth interview on the topic, Luttig shares the story of those days before the insurrection, when he was unknowingly enlisted to help Pence reject Trump’s efforts on Jan. 6.”

A concise story of how a judge helped then Vice President Pence avert a successful coup attempt by Trump and his allies.

We are at the precipice of losing our democracy. The MAGA movement needs to be destroyed.

Reuters - via NBC News

“‘Everyone at Tesla is required to spend a minimum of 40 hours in the office per week,’ Musk wrote in his Tuesday email. ‘If you don’t show up, we will assume you have resigned.’”

Musk is an interesting character. To my eyes he’s a libertarian grifter. Yes, yes, he’s smart, but a grifter all the same.

How is he going to fulfill his commitment to the purchase of Twitter with the economy headed for recession and his calls for a hiring freeze and possible 10% cut in Tesla employees?

Guess we’ll find out. 🍿

Totchos: tater tots prepared in the style of nachos (Pacific Northwest) pic.twitter.com/gq2lDC48qk

— Regional American Food (@RegionalUSFood) June 3, 2022

Sign me up. I love me some tater tots. 🤤

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har-rison-s · 3 years

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stellars: 4

a/n: so. times are a-changing in the glade and between the oc and the boys… let’s see where the night takes us, shall we? ;) oh! i have some bad news. well, bad for me, not for you guys :D my laptop has completely died, i can open exactly none of the programmes, and while studies are on-campus instead of online, my school won’t compensate me with a laptop for the school year (it’s not like my laptop died because of the horribly big and battery, time and storage consuming programmes i needed to get just for school, no, not at all)… so currently i can’t do any of my homeworks and have to write in my ipad and phone, which is VERY irritating. swear to god, editing and posting on tumblr and on ao3 is so annoying through my ipad. ofc i’m thankful for one, but everything was much easier on a laptop. i hate capitalism and my school. anyways, happy reading!

my paypal if you’d like to support me like that (i’d appreciate anything, as i’m saving up for uni next year :’))

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Now, every Glader knows that during or right after dinner, the Doors to the Maze close. They always do, with no exception. The only thing that might change in that routine is how much on time Frypan manages to make meals for everyone. As mentioned, the Doors close either during or after dinner, but they always close on precisely the same time. Every day, all week, all month, all year and so forth.

Remembering about their friends out there, Newt and Thomas can barely eat dinner. The girl has to almost force them to eat. Thomas’ leg is bouncing up and down next to her under the table, and Newt is checking both his watch and the Doors and the placement of the sun almost every second. She has to talk them into eating at least half of their portion, and eventually they only have a few bites, and she gives the rest to Chuck and Frypan himself, who are both the hungriest of the bunch.

The two boys can’t wait a second longer, with the Doors about to close any second, so they jump up from the table, almost flipping it over from the impact, only managing to juggle it a bit and getting a response of groans and slight protests from the others, before they make a run towards the nearest doors. She sighs, letting them do whatever they need to, though the worry and anxiety are both growing inside of her, too. Minho and Alby out in the Maze, lost, tired, alone, potentially hurt—stung—by the creatures Thomas called the Grievers. After finishing her meal, she decides to join her friends at the entrance.

She’s not the only one, though, as most of the Gladers round up behind Thomas, Newt and her at the Doors, and they all intently watch the hallway. She realises it’s the first time she’s standing so close to an entrance of the Maze. She takes note of how tall and high the walls are, how far the hallway goes, and that there are hallways sectioning off from the main one, both to the left and the right. Ivy is crawling over the walls here and there, and the stone is green or a darker grey at parts. It’s dirty, and has probably never been washed, the whole Maze. Who would think to do that, anyway?

A wind blows from the inside of the Maze. Cold wind, it whistles as it goes past the Gladers’ ears, it moves the ivy slightly where it touches upon. The wind is lonely, cold, but feels like a warning to her. A sudden thought comes into her mind. It’s the north wind. Could be around ten to fifteen miles per hour. How does she know that? How can she tell that much just from a breeze?

The concrete walls start to move, taking everyone aback with its suddenness and loud noise. “They’re really screwed now,” one of the Gladers says aloud, talking about Minho and Alby. She bites her lip out of worry. Once those walls close, they can’t get out until morning. And if those creatures are out there with the boys… Who knows what can happen. There’s no sight of Alby and Minho, not even in the far distance. The walls slowly move towards each other, leaving a good minute or two until they touch together and close completely for the night.

Newt and Thomas intently watch the Maze, and Thomas finally spots some movement at the furthest end of the main hallway. “There!” He points, and everyone looks to where his hand is leading. There are groans to be heard, even over the incredible noise of the grinding walls, groans of pain and even shouts. Then Newt spots the moving figures. And she finally sees them, too. It’s Minho and Alby, but they’re moving so slow. Why are they walking so slow?

She realises in a moment that they’re barely walking at all. The one who is walking is Minho, and he’s carrying Alby at his right shoulder. Alby’s form is slumped and not moving at all. Could he be unconscious? “What’s wrong with him?” She voices her worry, her voice full of it.

“Has Alby been stung?” Thomas asks, looking to Newt. But the second-in-command only looks towards his struggling friends in the Maze, not saying anything. If he starts to speak, he fears he might just break down. The walls move closer and closer to each other.

“Come on, Minho, you can do it!” Comes an encouraging yell from Chuck, and other Gladers join him in cheering for the Keeper. But the two boys aren’t moving closer to the Doors. Well, they barely are. She almost cries out at the frustration she feels. How can we help them?

“They’re not gonna make it,” Thomas states quietly, and a single bizarre, horrifying idea pops into his mind. Alby and Minho need help. They have to get home. They’ll die if they stay in the Maze over night, so will anyone else. Maybe he can make a difference. Thomas takes a deep breath and exhales it just as deeply, readying himself for what he’s about to do.

Everyone around him is so focused on cheering for Minho and hoping he’ll make it back with Alby in time that it takes a few seconds for them to realise what Thomas is doing. He moves towards the Doors, squeezing inbetween them in the last seconds. Upon realising what the boy has done, the girl screams in terror, her and Newt’s arms both reaching after Thomas, but knowing they shouldn’t. Knowing that they can’t follow him, or help him, anymore.

The Glader crowd erupts into chaos of screams and yells after Thomas, and the last glimpse she catches of him is his dark sillhoutte squeezing through the moving Doors and then being enveloped by the darkening Maze. The Doors close with a loud boom right after Thomas gets inside, and a dead silence falls upon the crowd. They can’t believe what just happened. She can’t even blink, she feels like she can’t breathe, she feels like Thomas took all her breath and heartbeat with him when he entered the Maze. All the other Doors have closed, too, and Thomas has been left inside the deadly Maze with two other Gladers, one of them wounded.

She is the first to act out from all the Gladers, she hits her hands against the stone walls before collapsing in front of them. Her cries and sobs come next, her chest heaves with ragged breaths. She can’t believe what’s happened. Thomas willingly ran into the Maze at the last second. He ran, perhaps, straight into the welcoming arms of death. Who knows if he’ll survive, or how long he will. Had he hoped to get inside and back out with Minho and Alby in time? Who knows if she’ll ever see him again.

She screams Thomas’ name, hoping he can hear her. For what, she doesn’t know, there’s nothing a scream will do for him in this situation. She hits her palms against the walls and barely sees herself doing so, her hot tears burning her eyes and blurring her vision. Out of her shock, she can’t even feel Newt’s gentle, tugging hands on her shoulders. He lifts her up and pulls her away from the walls, as long as she is willing, as long as she’s in this sort of catatonic state. Thomas just left, shocking Newt and her as good as any other Glader.

And yet, perhaps in some selfish way, they hold a closer bond to Thomas than the others. And Newt’s wondering why did Thomas run out there, knowing well the danger that lies within the Maze, especially at night. “That was bloody stupid of him,” he says aloud, not really to anyone in particular, or for ears to hear him, anyway. His eyebrows are drawn together and he changes his hold on her shoulders to just putting a comforting arm around her. She hooks her arms around his torso, holding onto him for almost her dear life. They walk, or rather Newt walks her, to the bonfire place, where torches are laying around, waiting to be set alight by fire. The finished totem hangs on a support system made from other branches, the empty, black eyes of its skull head looking more ominous than before. The festivity.

Newt sighs as he sits her down on one of the benches. He doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t want to leave her alone, but he has to have a talk with the other Keepers, the ones left in the Glade. Minho and Alby were two of the most important Keepers, and now they’re in the Maze, their fate as obvious as anything. And Thomas… losing such a young and striving soul due to his own stupidity. Newt feels lost. His best friends are all trapped in the Maze, with no way to escape and a slim chance to survive. What a waste.

Newt looks for any signs of life or response in her eyes, and finds barely any. He squats down in front of her and puts his hands on her shoulders again, and she turns her slow gaze to him. “Don’t go anywhere, alright?” He requests in a soft voice. “I’ll have a talk with the other shucks, and we’ll…” he draws a breath in, looking away for a moment. It serves nada to her own courage or hopefulness, “we’ll decide what to do.” She nods her head and draws her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and making Newt’s hands fall back to his sides. He stands up, gives her a court look and walks towards the crowd of Gladers, sighing deeply. “Please, settle down, everyone…”

His words fade away to her ears, almost as if she’d swam under a surface of water, and now every sound above it is bubbled and smudged. She stares at the totem, she seems to do so for an eternity. Thomas left. Thomas went into the Maze, and there’s zero chance of his return, moreso a succesful one. She sighs, her lip trembling and her eyes threatening to gather with tears. But before she could have begun to cry, Newt’s soft touch to her shoulder returns, as does the boy himself. She forgets her worries for a millisecond and looks to him, scooting to the side to let him sit beside her. Newt stares at the not-yet-ablaze bonfire and sighs quietly.

“Well, there’s… nothing we can really do ‘xcept wait,” he tells her, pulling his lips together in nervousness, wary to meet her eyes which he know will be disappointed. “The others don’t mind having the festivity, especially Gally.” Newt looks to the boy in question, who has gathered his friends around the torches and is even seen smiling and laughing, across the bonfire place where Newt and the girl sit. She sighs, clenches her jaw to avoid tears from spilling and sobs from breaking out. She can barely look at Gally, wondering how he’s so cheery in a situation like this. “Wouldn’t be right without Alby,” Newt says, “or Minho,” he shrugs, admitting the fact to himself, “or Thomas.” He sighs again. She can’t imagine how he must be feeling. His friends, who he’s known for a long time, out in the dangerous Maze.

“Alby’s the leader, yeah?” She asks in a soft whisper, and Newt looks at her, his brown orbs connecting with her glassy eyes. He nods.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Newt says and exhales deeply, “but, then again,” he argues, “everyone could use a little distraction for their worried minds.” He states, and then looks at her, gently poking her foot with his knee. “Including you.” She gives him the attempt at a smile, blinking away her tears and looking to the bonfire.

“You more than me, Newt,” she tells him. A look flashes over Newt’s eyes that she can’t quite explain. Gally has rounded up his mates to set the bonfire ablaze, all of them standing around the totem in a circle, lit torches in hand. With a count to three, they set the bonfire alight and cheer.

“To the Greenie!” Gally calls out, and raises his torch to her, as if in a salute, and she nods back at him with a shy smile. She watches him walk away, towards where Newt, Thomas and she placed the boxes of jars and glasses. He walks over to Newt and her only a few moments later, giving them each a glass full of something the color of brown. She raises her eyebrows, confused, and looks up at the Builder. “You look strong enough for this. Cheers.” He says and raises his own glass in a cheer before walking away.

Newt’s lips hold a fond smile on them, and he looks to the girl. He doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but amidst the misery of their evening, she seems to be a beacon of all things good. He bumps her glass with his own, and they lock eyes again. “To you,” he says, “Greenie.” Newt grins, already having noticed that she’s not completely fond of the nickname. She rolls her eyes jokingly and gives his shoulder a gentle push with her elbow. “Perhaps this will jug your memory a bit,” he offers, raising a suggesting eyebrow and she just shrugs.

“What is this, after all?” She asks, her mind swirling with not really memories, but concepts of drinking, concepts of parties. Has she ever been to a party in her life, before this? Who was she with? Was she drinking? Has she ever drank alcohol before? Should she? She doesn’t even know how old she is. Maybe this won’t be for the best… But then again, her world’s almost coming to an end, so what’s this silly old drink gonna do to make it worse?

Newt shrugs. “Gally’s recipe.” He tells her casually. “A trade secret, apparently.” He adds.

“Drink it first, then,” she ushers, “I still don’t know if I can trust you. You might be trying to poison me, after all.” She shrugs, and sends Newt a wink. He laughs, glad to see her back on her feet, even if partly, and leans lower so only she could hear his next words.

“Ladies first.” Newt tells her, and she looks at him with a gaze that questions him being serious.

“Together, then.” She states her final offer, and Newt agrees with a nod. They both straighten their backs and clink their glasses together before taking a swig each. She still keeps an eye on Newt to see that the liquid touches his lips first. It does, and she smiles as she takes her first sip.

The drink is fine at first, but then comes a horrendous, shocking aftertaste of stale that makes her almost spit it all out. But she keeps it in and masks her suffering with a strong facial expression, and masters it quite well. Newt is once again, for the millionth time in the day, pleasantly surprised by her, and, sort-of taken off-guard, as well, he watches her gulp down half of her glass like a champ. “Good job!” He pats her on the back as he cheers for her. She wishes he wouldn’t have done that, because now all the Gladers at the bonfire heard his cheer and are joining him, all shouting encouragements and words of welcome to her. It makes her flustered, she blushes incredulously, but nods and thanks them as much as she has breath for.

She leans closer to Newt and whispers to him, suddenly smelling the aroma of wood and grass in his ginger-blonde hair, “can we go somewhere off?” She requests, and then draws back to look at him, to see his reaction. He’s surprised that she wants to leave the festivity thrown for her, but nods. He has an idea of where they might go. They both stand up, glasses in hand, and Newt leads her away from the bonfire. She looks shyly to him as they walk, a gentle smile on her lips as she watches the tall boy. She likes him, she’s decided that. She likes Newt quite a lot, and will continue to until he’ll give her a reason not to. Which, for now, she doubts will ever happen.

“Might be a far stretch, but,” he starts to say once out of earshot of the others, “we can sit by the Doors and try to stay up until sunrise.” Newt proposes his idea, and she hums.

“That’s a great thought,” she compliments him, and he smiles sheepishly to himself. They soon reach the entrance to the Maze that Thomas disappeared through only some twenty or thirty minutes ago. The night has set in quick, a cloud of stars already clearly visible in the dark blue night sky. She looks up. She finds a visual sort-of home in the sky, looking at the stars and constellations. Like she’s returning to it. Constellations? How does she know those? Looking at the stars, looking intently at them seems so familiar to her. She finds an urge to write something down, find something out. But what? “I won’t be able to sleep tonight, anyway, so might as well stay up for a cause.” She admits quietly.

Newt finds a spot for them in the tall grass and sighs out as he sits down. She places her glass by her left leg, knowing it’s safe there, a couple centimetres away from her, and lays down on her back, crossing her arms under her head to have some support for it. Newt leans back on his elbows and looks up to where her eyes are looking. The sky. “Did you know that… there are at least eighty-eight constellations in the sky that we can see?” She asks him in a soft, wondering voice. She questions where this knowledge even comes from.

“Uh…” Newt tries to find the proper words to say. “Honestly, no.” He admits. “Constellations… how do you—“

“The most common ones that we can see from here are… Ursa Major and Minor.” She continues, without any hesitation, as if she hadn’t heard what he’d said at all. “The Minor one is… Hmm. Do you see the bright star, the brightest of them all?”

He spots the one she’s talking about, and it helps that she’s pointing at it, too. “Yeah.”

“Well, that’s Polaris. Supposedly, the North Star.” She clears her throat. “Wherever you might be in the world, if you can see Polaris, it will guide you to the North. You can always see it once the sun sets, because it’s one of the first stars that appears brightest up there.” She gulps. “So, Ursa Minor begins with Polaris, and goes a slightly crooked line upwards, that ends with an uneven rectangle of other stars. Can you see it?”

Newt has to concentrate, but he does spot the figure. He nods. “Amazing…” he ponders. There truly is a small box form with a sort-of tail at its bottom in the sky, all made out of stars. “Sorry, but how do you know all this?” He turns his head to look at her, wanting to see her true reaction, her true feelings. She shrugs, her face looking more cheerful than before, she’s still looking up at the sky. It seems that either the glow of the stars or the moon, or both, casts a pale light onto her face.

“Don’t you? It’s… I thought everyone knew this,” she admits in a whisper. But Newt shakes his head, his brown eyes meeting hers afterwards. To his knowledge, he and the Gladers know about the existence of a sun, a moon, and a sky full of stars. Nothing further. “I have no idea how I know,” she says, “it just… came out.” Her shoulders shrug. “As if it’s always been there, but was somehow locked or… put away.” She explains.

“Well,” Newt settles into a sitting position, leaning his torso over his bent knees, “whatever’s inside Gally’s drink, it’s working.” He tells her, and they both chuckle. She nods.

“Must be.” She agrees. “Maybe I should drink more, and I’ll just… remember everything.”

“And then forget it the next morning,” Newt jokes, to which she laughs again.

“And you know what…” she says after indeed taking another sip from her glass, “there are ten other planets in our universe, in the Solar System.” She puts her hands behind her and leans on her arms, sighing. “Two of them have shown potential for hosting humans and over-all life on them.” She gasps, wondering what the hell it could mean. Her having this knowledge, knowing these facts… There seems to be something else there, something that comes after it, but what? It seems like a balloon that she’s chasing in the wind, the thought or next facts are the balloon, but it’s flown too far away for her to reach anymore.

Newt looks to her over his shoulder, and allows himself a smile. “D’you mean we live on a planet right now and could travel and live on another one, if we had what we needed?” He makes sure and she nods, her eyes alight and eager. Newt shakes his head with that boyish smile still on his lips. “That’s too much information to process.” He admits with a deep exhale, and she only chuckles.

“I have a feeling there’s more where that came from.” She admits, and then sighs, looking at Newt. “I think the drink is working. I feel a bit… fuzzy.” She says and sits up straight, like Newt, hoping it will clear her head a bit. She looks around them, looks at the Glade behind them, at the bonfire in the center. Everything moves slower, including her own head. “This place…” she shakes it, “it’s scary.”

“Scary?” Newt echoes, shocked. “If you think this is scary, you’ll never make two steps into the Maze.” He tells her.

“No, I know, I meant…” she sighs, feeling like she can’t say exactly what she wants to, “there’s something… something under all this that is very scary. I don’t know, perhaps it’s just a feeling, but… everything is, really.” She shakes her head softly, and then realises she’s told Newt something that she’d only prefer to tell Thomas. Maybe Newt now sees her as suspicious. “Sorry, I… didn’t mean for that to slip out.”

He blanks a bit at this remark, thinking her words nothing really out of the ordinary. Definitely not at all dangerous, but instead… interesting and, perhaps, even telling of this place. Maybe she knows something useful. “It’s… fine,” he tells her, his voice hitting a slight crack towards the end. Newt shrugs his shoulders and turns to sit facing her, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. He leans backwards on his arms, much like she has done, and looks at her. Her eyebrows are furrowed.

“I’m not fragile, you know,” she tells him, quickly glancing up to his eyes for half a second, and Newt tilts his head, trying to grasp onto her thought, “everyone here treats me so… nicely, as if they’re afraid I’ll break from a raising of someone’s voice.” She says and chuckles to herself. “Just because I’m the only girl… the girl.” She states and looks up at the sky again. Newt watches her, intently and gladly listening. “Gender stereotypes must still be imprinted into our minds, I suppose,” she shrugs, “and to some extent, I think you’re all afraid of me.”

Newt grins wide. “Why?” Now she feels like she’s said too much.

“Well, maybe you should be, I know myself as little as any of you.” She shrugs. “But… I don’t know, maybe some of you think things will be different, now that a girl is sent up here. You don’t know whether to be excited or scared.” Her words start to slow, almost slurring together, and Newt’s grin stretches wider. She situates herself on her side, pushing her bent arm under her head for it to rest more comfortably. Newt tilts his head slightly. Her eyes are drooping closed. “But not you.” She says in a voice that suddenly reminds Newt of honey. Or the concept of it. Has he ever tasted honey before? Do they have it here? “Not Thomas.”

He sighs quietly at that, Thomas’ name bringing back the events of tonight. His teeth poke at the inside of his lips, wanting to gnaw at the flesh out of stress. “How are we two different from the others, then, do you think?” He questions, his own voice growing softer than usual. He can’t help doing that around her, especially when she’s in such a sleepy and lovely state. Her shoulders shrug softly.

“You’re protecting me, that’s what I think,” she says, “you’re my friends, I’d like to think.” She smiles, her eyes closed, and she can’t see, but Newt is smiling, too. “But… I don’t know. Don’t you think Thomas is different, anyway? Like…” she snuggles into herself more, her knees gently pulling upwards toward her chest, “like over-all different from everyone else?”

Newt tilts his head from side to side, then nods. “I guess he is.” He agrees. “Think I noticed it right off the bat, when he came up, but didn’t… acknowledge it until you just asked.” He admits, and a smile tugs at his lips. She, having drifted off to sleep almost completely already, also smiles.

“I like your voice, Newt,” she whispers, “I could listen to you talk forever, about whatever…”

He hums. “I don’t have half as much to say as you do,” he argues, “you with your constellations and planets.” Newt shakes his head, and looks up at the sky above them again. So many shining white spots up there, so far above them, above the ground. Do they have purpose being there, like the Gladers do, living in the Maze? What do the stars shine for? Or who?

Naturally, Newt awaited some sort of response from the girl laying in front of him, and upon not hearing anything, he looks back down at her and discovers she’s drifted off to sleep. He sighs quietly, but smiles as he does so. She needs the rest. Sleepless nights are the worst, and Newt’s even surprised she could last the whole day without just falling asleep while eating lunch with the others or wrapping the branches together at the bonfire. He allows himself a grin, but then rises to his feet—stumbling a bit and almost falling over as he does so—to walk over to the sleeping quarters. She’ll need a blanket.

Maybe he should just carry her to her assigned hammock, he thinks then, and pulls himself to a stop. He looks over his shoulder at her sleeping form, and even hears soft snores from her. Not really snores, though, just loud breaths in and out. He sees that her and Thomas have already formed some sort of bond. They seem somehow connected. Newt sees the unexplainable, fascinating stares they give each other, and he recalls what Thomas told him during the day.

“There’s something about her that I can’t explain. Some… pull.”

Whatever which way he meant that, Newt knows that it isn’t anything ordinary. First girl ever, and Thomas feels drawn to her? It can’t not be a coincidence. And her saying Thomas is different from all the rest, too. And Newt afterwards realising it himself. There’s something about them both that he can’t explain.

He decides to not carry her to the sleeping quarters, calculating his limp in, and that he’ll instead bring blankets from the place for them both. If Thomas makes it, if he walks through those doors tomorrow morning once they open, she’ll want to be there first. And to sleep by the incredibly loud Doors will be a good enough place to wake up on time to witness Thomas, Minho and Alby’s return. If there will be one. Newt sighs, heavy thoughts burdening his mind as he stalks towards the hammocks. These have been some weird past two days.

He watches the calm expression of sleep on her features as he pulls a blanket over her form. A strand of her hair has fallen over her face, but Newt doesn’t dare to move it off. He wouldn’t risk waking her up, and giving her another sleepless night. He’s glad she’s fallen asleep. Perhaps it was Gally’s trade recipe, perhaps it was him talking to her, and maybe it was her telling him about the constellations and planets, even if not a lot. Whatever it was, it helped lull her nervous mind to sleep.

Newt situates himself a good two feet away from her, and lays on his better side, draping the blanket he chose for himself over his figure. He discovers it too short for his long legs, which he hopes won’t be frozen off during the night. But he’s much too tired to move again, to get himself a different one. His body is calling for sleep, too, so he complies.

part five?

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HOUSE PLANTS, UPDATE 7

[novel intro can be found here]

HEY ACTUALLY I FINISHED THIS BOOK!

i don't want to get too sentimental [watch me proceed to get sentimental] but this book means a lot to me and i really could NOT have done it without the support of the wonderful folks on writeblr. the writing community is kind of the reason i even started this novel so it means a lot to me that i’ve met so many of y’all here. this is my first ever novel and i’m so glad i was able to make it so far! here are the final stats:

TOTAL WORD COUNT: 81,049 words.

STARTED: april 17, 2020

FINISHED: january 28, 2021

AVERAGE CHAPTERWISE WC: 3242

NUMBER OF CHAPTERS: 25

NUMBER OF TIMES LILITH SNAPS: 2

NUMBER OF TIMES LILITH SUFFERS: you know it’s too much to count.

the last month of writing this novel was so mixed. like before i hit the 70k mark i’d just been slogging through the novel, feeling uninspired and bored of the story. and then january hit and i was like. wait a minute. my deadline to finish it was the 31st of january. and so i basically startled myself into drafting again and then hit another wc milestone and that motivated me?? so much??? like i remember that drafting the penultimate chapter took me a pretty long time but it was so enjoyable because i was genuinely liking what i was writing and that hadn't been happening for the past few months. and then i wrote the entirety of the last chapter [it’s a vignette so it’s pretty short] for an hour until 1 am in my bed with the lights off and boom. it was such an experience. what makes it even more fun is that i’d drafted 75% of the book in my bed with the lights off at 1 am so this was such a nice full circle moment.

i’m also a little insane from all that lack of sleep but it’s okay we don't talk about that.

excerpts:

chapter twenty-one

this one’s a mix of the weirdest and most broad emotions. there’s a funeral in town, willow’s acting shadier than usual, lilith and juniper finally kiss, etc. etc. literally a rollercoaster. also it’s important that you guys know they kissed in a graveyard. nothing’s more romantic than that amirite.

Residual— that’s how we all felt. Just shells that wash away right before they touch land. We lingered like sleep at dawn, like medicine rimming the lip of cough syrup bottles, like fingerprints on fresh glass. There wasn't a permanence in the way we persisted, because eventually, one leaves their nest. They untether from the source in pursuit of the world. How would a dead girl do that? She won’t reside on the fringes of life like a bad dream.

god this prose is so depressing. even i’m getting sad over it and i’m literally an emotionless husk of a person. hey but the description slaps so enjoy.

also if you’ve noticed i’ve been sharing excerpts less and less in the updates despite the chapters being longer on length [these chapters average at like. 5k words] and that’s because i’m finding it harder to share stuff that doesn’t need context / isn't spoilery.

chapter twenty-two

ah yes the angstiest chapter, probably. something happens to willow that lilith blames herself for and this kicks off the final cluster of events that lead to the climax. i love this chapter because lilith gets angry [but at the wrong person aka herself] and we get to see this side of her she always tries to hide!! another thing that happens is that her garden withers so that’s a fun trip

My garden could have been a fallen kingdom. The ferns were rotting from under the flap, their spores gone. Gardenia blooms had split with their petals discarded like an evening gown all around the pots. The mint had binary fissioned and lay in shreds, the jasmine wilted and spread. All of them like war dolls, casualties of my ignorance, beyond saving.

poor garden :/

chapter twenty-three

this chapter. exists i guess. ISDNJSDUH i sound so disillusioned but essentially this chapter was supposed to end on a the ✨big reveal✨ that the book has been leading up to but then something. happened. and i had to move that into the next chapter and so nothing actually happens in this one! like it’s all important things and we’re setting up tension but overall it’s the least eventful of the final story arc.

We stepped together into our house; it had been abandoned for a day but was the exact same. Dust hadn't suddenly piled up in the threshold, sticking to our soles. The air hadn't musted over in the house’s grieving for its sole occupants. The bathtub was still filled. The water skimmed the floor, and I’d decided. I’d stay with you for the whole week, the fortnight, the month, the year. I’d stay inside with you, because me leaving the house, me choosing to spend any second of my life without caring for you, was a mistake. I’d always seen you as fragile, quiet like moth wings and just as delicate. Maybe I’d needed to feel I was protector just as much as I thought you needed me.

i really like this excerpt because it’s very simple and light in terms of prose but also the implications and that purposeful telling at the end really stick with me. exposing lilith since 2k20.

As morning rose the next day, like a curtain lifting, the sun picked itself up from the horizon, shattering cloudlines in a bright, orange glow. The skies got clearer by the hour as summer sauntered in again. Already the habits of my grounding were kicking in; my circadian rhythm bounded to my outside, too, as I instinctively scheduled and compartmentalized my daily life. First, wake up, check on you. Finish chores while making sure you’re alright. School, eaten with worry, but you're capable and you’ll call if you need help. Home, count your pulse as you inevitably slumped in plush sleep— at the coffee table, at the bathtub, in Aunt Hailey’s chair (rare), in your bedroom (rarer). You’d wake for dinner and read until the lights begin to dim and your eyesight tripped. You’d doze off for the rest of the night. Your internal clock was more functional, more efficient, than mine.

obligatory rhythmic everyday life excerpt that's reminiscent of 2020.

chapter twenty-four

THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER! THE LONGEST CHAPTER!! THE ONE WHERE SHIT GOES DOWN!!! [can you tell it’s my fave chapter]

this took me two whole weeks to draft [it’s around 7.2k words] but it was so enjoyable the whole time!! there’s something so satisfying about making the quiet character, the one who never express anger, finally snap. so satisfying. lilith is actually pretty feral in this and we all stan. it also has a lot of simpler yet more sharp prose? if you know me you know that repetition is literally my favourite device ever. i overuse repetition it’s actually insane. and this one has a lot of that, but in a way that isn't annoying, and i really enjoyed writing it!!

I’d never been in your bathtub before. You haunted the room and it was always yours; I didn’t consider running the tap for myself. Maybe your going out prompted me this time. The water was so high it sloshed over the lip of the tub. The floor was slick like eels’ skin. My skin was blue with cold; the chill gummed my cheeks and ears and I shivered. My reflection stared at me in hatred, the features warped and pulled like taffy. I half-floated, a ghost in liminal space, and the walls were choked with water lines and flower patterns. With my body invaded by alien frost, with the ceiling low and cruel and ready to crush, I cowered. How did you do this every day? Did the clothes make the difference?

lilith’s going through it again ft. willow’s bathtub.

after this it’s a lot of incredibly spoilery stuff!! like the prose slaps but it’s too many spoilers to share. but have another description of the heaviness of midnight because i’m obsessed with that aesthetic

The lock clicked behind me. Silence descended like birdsong and I was paralysed, stuck at the two half-stairs that led to the outer path, stuck at the threshold of no return. My body shook. All around me was nighttime, gooey and heavy. I was unfurling, like a rose, step after step, pushing past the gate and onto the road. The wind was so cold it frosted my tears.

btw the chapter does not end on lilith crying she kind of has a girlboss moment and snaps massively [i mean after all she’s been through she deserves it] and then the main story aka the fictive past ends.

chapter twenty-five

the final chapter, which also happens to be a vignette chapter and is thus set in the fictive present! it’s very short and is only one tiny scene but it really ends on the perfect tonal quality for the novel. i can't share any excerpts because it really is very short so! have this iconic screenshot i took as soon as i finished the draft instead:

[also if you were wondering yes i did type the entire novel [and basically everything i write] on my ipad because i don't own a laptop]

and that really is it! this was such an incredible journey and i’m so excited to share more of my newer writing and upcoming projects with y’all. it feels so weird that this really is the last time i’ll be making official posts about this novel. truly the end of an era.

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tumblr is being. really really annoying and wont let me edit on the browser so i’ve got the 50 mentions per post mobile thing to deal with. the rest of the taglist will be tagged in a reblog!

#writeblr #am writing #crabappletracking #wtwcommunity #atlastracking #ofcolourtracking #house plants #house plants update #everybody say “goodbye house plants” as i yeet willow off a good somewhere #just ignore how i’ve actually finished the book and this update is a month late please and thank you <3

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whereisten · 4 years

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Valentine Boy

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Summary:

You’ve been dating College Student!Jaehyun for a few months now. He’s unbelievably sweet, smart, oh..and very handsome. Best of all, he gives you the best love you’ve ever had. He’s the love of your life and you can’t see anything going wrong as your relationship sails smoothly..that is..until you discover his biggest secret. He’s been hiding the fact that he’s a camboy and you start to wonder..Is Jaehyun as sweet and honest as you think he is?

Pairing: female reader X college student and camboy!Jaehyun

Genre: Smut, Angst, fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, cheating, deception, manipulation, gaslighting. Dry humping, car sex, protected sex.

A/N: hellooooo thank you everyone for your immense support on this fic, I hope you enjoy this preview, I haven’t proofread it but I will later!! Also, I am working on the tag list right now, if you would like to be added, pls send a message/ask or reply to this! The rest of Part 3 will be up very soon❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The sunlight couldn’t be any brighter as its rays peaked through the slim blinds and onto your bed. You grumble a little bit when you feel the heat on your arm. You turn over slowly, your body still aching from the night before. But you’re able to reach out and tap the fluffy white blanket next to you.

“J-Jaehyun?” You say, peering out through one eye to see your brown haired boyfriend.

But you don’t see him.

As your senses awaken, you hear the tapping of keys in the living room.

“In here, babe!” Jaehyun yells out.

You smile when you hear his sweet voice and lay back down in the bed. “Oh my God, I can't feel my legs.” You chuckle.

“Ahh..sweetheart..I didn’t even go that hard on you..” he trots into the bedroom with a cup of coffee.

“Here..I’m working on a paper that’s due tomorrow, but I’m almost finished.” He places the cup down on the dresser beside you before ruffling your hair with his fingers.

He looks delectable with no shirt on and just boxers. His hair is still messy too, with his soft hair falling into his forehead limply.

You clutch the blanket to your naked chest and smile widely. “Thanks, baby..how do I look?”

“Hmmm..” Jaehyun tilts his head and smirks. “Like someone pulled your hair a few times last night..”

You chuckle a less than sexy laugh, but lick your lips as you remembered the way he pinned you against the bed just a few hours ago.

You sit up on the bed and place a finger into the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging it teasingly as your eyes lock.

“I miss having my hair pulled…”

He bites his bottom lip and sighs as he watches your daring eyes below him. A low groan escapes his perfect lips.

“Mmm..baby, I wish we could..but I have to finish this assignment..”

You pout and withdraw your finger. “Okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you later baby, it’s our last day in Bali..we’ll go to the beach one last time and do whatever you want to do.”

He holds your chin and rubs his thumb on it.

You smile.

“Okay, my smart baby, get back to work!”

Jaehyun gives your forehead a light kiss and leaves.

“Professors that assign homework to do during spring break don’t make any sense!” You yell out and fall back into the bed.

Jaehyun only laughs and sits back on the couch with his laptop.

After about two hours, Jaehyun finally finishes his work and walks back to the room.

He plops down into the bed and places his iPad in the center.

You put your phone down and turn to him.

“Wanna watch some Tik Toks with me?” He gives you a cheesy smile.

“Of course! You look like you could use some decompressing..”

You rub your hand on his hair and smooth it out of his face.

He takes the move as an opportunity to kiss your wrist.

“Hey!” You laugh at the ticklish feeling and move your hand.

The two of you watch many, way too many, videos well into the afternoon. But losing track of time with the one you loved the most was okay.

You and Jaehyun laughed together as you laid on his chest and scrolled through his ‘for you page’. You’d look up at his face every now and then just to watch him laugh. His eyes crinkling into thin lines and his dimples becoming deeper than any of the earth’s trenches. The warmth from his chest when something made him echo our thunderous laughs and the way his fingers drew small circles onto your naked back. He made everything feel right in that moment. Your spring break with Jaehyun was working out to be one of the best vacations you’d ever had. You never wanted it to end.

“Alright...I think it’s time we head to the beach..” you run your eyes.

“Yeah..but remember when you said you missed having your hair pulled?” Jaehyun’s raspy voice entered your ear.

You put your hand onto his chest and looked into his eyes.

“That was a while ago, Mr. I-am-a-devoted-student.”

Jaehyun pouted. “Hey..don’t be so harsh, sweetheart...does the offer still stand?” He places his thumb onto your lips, running over it slowly.

You open your mouth slightly then stick your tongue out. You lick over the top of his thumb while looking into his eyes.

Jaehyun’s breath hitches. He swallows hard as he watches you take the rest of his thumb into your mouth and past your gorgeous lips.

You lift your head up and place the iPad to the side. You then crawl over his lap and straddle him.

You bite your lips as you feel his hardening member strain against his boxers. The thin fabric of it being the only thing separating your bare opening from his aching manhood.

He immediately places his hands on your thighs and relaxes into the bed.

You move forward and backward slowly, too slowly.

Your hands are resting on his toned chest as he struggles to breathe normally.

He pushes up into your body more, trying to stay at your pace but finding it difficult as your beautiful body moves above him. You’re like an angel. Even with disheveled hair and smudged makeup, you’re the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

“Ahh..baby..” Jaehyun licks his lips. “You’re beautiful..so beautiful.”

Jaehyun is fully hard now and reaches into his shorts to pull his dick out. But you hold his wrist and shake your head.

“Not yet..”

You whimper, your entire body trembling as you tease him, your folds now dripping from the steady movement. You swivel your hips and grind down onto him a little harder.

Jaehyun groans just as you lean down to kiss him. The taste of alcohol and coffee on his tongue sends a rush through your head.

“Baby..please..I wanna feel you..” Jaehyun looks into your eyes as you pull away from the kiss. He tightens his grip on your thighs.

You give a half smile then lean down to his ear and whisper. “You can feel me..after you shower..”

Jaehyun pouts.

“You smell like alcohol, babe.” You plop down onto the bed beside him and laugh.

He sighs loudly and turns over to you. “Why do you do this to me?”

You run your hands through his hair. “Get washed up baby, we can’t spend our last day here inside!”

Jaehyun hurries into the shower as you laugh.

You hear the water start to run in the shower and get up to get your outfit for the day together. But as you arise from the bed, you see a notification pop up on Jaehyun’s IPad.

It’s a text message.

From someone named ‘R’.

It was nice seeing you last night ;)

Your brows furrow. Who could this be? Who of Jaehyun’s friends had a name that started with R? And why wouldn’t he just save their real name? How could he have seen this person last night when you were both at the club together? This person had to be texting the wrong number.

Another text comes in..it’s from the same person.

Can't wait til you get back..

You stare blankly at the IPad, trying to remain calm as you read through these mysterious and yet flirty messages. Or were you over exaggerating? Maybe this person was just a classmate working on a project with Jaehyun, maybe it was just someone from your university that just so happened to be in Bali for Spring Break like you guys were, because Bali is a popular destination for college kids, right?

But why were you looking at his IPad anyway? You should’ve respected his privacy, but you had your suspicions still. You just couldn’t push them away, could you?

Another text..

I’m gonna make up for it when you get back, Jaehyun, gonna show you..

“Everything alright?” Jaehyun’s low voice speaks out from behind you. He’s so close, you feel his warm breath hit the back of your neck.

You swallow hard and turn to him. You didn’t hear the water stop or even his light steps. Did he know that you were reading his texts?

He stared into your eyes intensely then shifted his attention back to his screen on the bed. You stepped in front of it and smiled.

“Y-yeah..everything’s fine..I just..I got kinda dizzy when I stood up too fast.” You chuckled but Jaehyun only gave you a small smile.

“Are you okay now?”

“Yeah! I’m fine!”

Jaehyun forces a wider smile and nods. “Good! I was wondering if you wanted to shower with me..we’ll save on water. It’ll be good for the Earth.” He raised his eyebrows and winks.

You smile and join him for a shower, forcing the many thoughts you had away. You don’t want to ruin the vacation as Jaehyun had accused you of doing the night before during your little “fight.” You want it to be a good time for both of you, so you continue on and go to the beach.

‘R’ could’ve simply been a classmate or friend of Jaehyun. You shouldn’t overthink it, there had to be an explanation. While walking on the beach together with your hand in his, you try to think of your moments together. Sweet and tender moments of laughter like this morning, or when he held you bridal style when you first went to the hotel. Or when he surprised you with a large bouquet of flowers while you were in class and risked getting scolded by the professor.

That was the Jaehyun you knew. There was nothing to worry about with him. He loved you and proved it many times, so why did you feel this unshakable tremble in your chest that screamed ‘danger’?

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[Two Weeks Later]

Back in class, you tried hard to focus on the lessons, but something still upset you.

“I’m gonna make up for it when you get back.” What did that mean? And what else did that person text.

But then, you rubbed your eyes and looked back at the screen.

You thought about Jaehyun’s sweet smile and how he loved you during your break together. You smiled to yourself and remembered when he told you he misses you whenever he is at work.

The person next to you then took out their container of strawberries and popped the cover off. The sweet smell filled your nostrils and made you exhale. You could really use some refreshing fruit from Bali right now.

That’s it! You could visit Jaehyun at work and drop off a basket of fruits from the market. It was time that you spoiled him for once. He’s given you so much already, it’s the least you could do. You smile to yourself as you imagine the grin that would cover his face once you surprised him.

Luckily, you remember the name of the place that he works at even though he mentioned it only once in the past and never again.

You show up to the prestigious building with your best dress shirt and office skirt on. You wanted to look professional as it was a very serious work place. You just hope that you came late enough to deliver these fruits and not upset the manager.

The woman at the front desk looks intimidating, but you put on your brightest smile.

“Hi, excuse me, I’m looking for Jaehyun. I think he’s working right now.” you give a small smile to the older blonde haired lady with a silk Versace handkerchief tied around her neck.

She gives you a small smile and nods, “I’m sorry dear, but there’s no employee here by that name.”

“Oh..um, could you look again? I’m sure he’s just not showing up in the system, but he’s working until 5 today.”

She sighs then takes a look at her screen. “Hmmm..nope! No one here by that name, sweetheart. Are you sure you’re not thinking of ‘Johnny’?”

“No-no it’s Jaehyun...Um there may be a misunderstanding or something..” you blink rapidly.

She shakes her head and turns the computer screen to you.

“See...here’s the schedule for next week..”

You scroll through the names.

“Normally, I wouldn’t show this to anyone...” she whispers, but you’re too focused on finding his name to listen.

Taeil.

You continue scrolling until you get to the bottom.

Jaehyun’s name isn’t there on the list of employees..

It didn’t make any sense. Your grip on the basket starts to weaken. You can feel a small crack in your beautiful world start to spread.

Jaehyun was lying to you..all this time. This wasn’t even his workplace.

You step back as she turns her screen back to face her.

You look at the floor and fight back tears.

“Dear...are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” But you really weren’t. You couldn’t fight back the tears anymore. The floor below you became decorated with one, then two then three teardrops.

“Here.” You wipe your eyes and hand the fruit basket to the lady at the desk.

She looks puzzled.

“Sweetheart..” she starts.

“Please!! Just take it!..I’m sorry for wasting your time..” you turn and leave the fruit basket on the front desk.

There were too many thoughts running through your mind. You walked heavily, with fury running through your veins and clenched fists.

How could he take you for a fool like this? How could he lie to you? Was he spending time with ‘R’ whenever he said he was “working?”

But you would confront Jaehyun, you would get answers when you met up for dinner. You had to know the truth and let him know that whatever game he was playing was over.

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[Later That Night]

You meet up with Jaehyun at your favorite restaurant.

You wait for him outside and when you see him walk over you stare blankly.

“Hey.”

“Hey, baby!” Jaehyun gives you a bright smile as he trots over. Maybe he didn’t see your frown, or wet, red eyes..maybe he didn’t notice your voice crack before you swallowed hard.

“We need to talk.” You look up at him once he stands over you, his bright smile fading slowly and his grip on the strap of his backpack tightening.

“You’ve been lying to me, where have you been?”

You say sternly, your lips pursed as Jaehyun stands tall in front of you now.

“What are you talking about?” He gives you a confused look.

“Cut the bullshit, Jaehyun, I went to your “job” to bring a gift because I’m a nice girlfriend, but to my surprise you weren’t there. And you know what the icing on the cake is? You’re never fucking there, you don’t work there Jaehyun! And don’t you dare lie to me with some dumb excuse, don’t insult my intelligence! Because the nice lady at the front desk even showed me the schedule and guess whose name was on it? Taeil’s but not yours!” Your voice raises, but there is no one outside to hear.

Jaehyun’s mouth opens and you see a slight panic in his eyes. “Y/n..you can’t be serious.. Why are you getting upset with me? That lady is new! She doesn’t even know how to operate the employee system properly yet! I’ve only seen her once.”

You scoff. “Oh God, here we go..”

“Y/n! I wouldn’t lie to you okay?”

“Then why aren’t you on the schedule and everyone else is?! Did she just delete your name completely?”

“My name isn’t on the schedule for next week because I asked for time off..after all we’ve been through..”

He shakes his head and turns away.

“Don’t give me that, Jaehyun! We just had spring break, why would you need to take time off?”

“Because my dad fucking hates me, okay?!! He keeps putting pressure on me because I’m failing my fucking business classes. They aren’t easy, none of this shit is easy, especially when it comes to being his only son! He’s going to stop paying for my classes if I don’t get pre-selected for the business school by the end of this term, so yeah I need a fucking break!”

He turns back to you once you remain quiet after his outburst. “Listen..I’m sorry..I’m sorry, I’m just stressed out...I should’ve told you I was gonna take time off, but I don’t understand why you are making me feel guilty about this?..”

You feel an immense pain in your heart. You feel guilt, confusion. You had accused Jaehyun without considering his personal issues at home. From the very beginning, he told you just how demanding and controlling his father was. He told you that he loved painting and creating art and hated that he would have to take over his father’s position in a big company one day.

It was something he struggled with constantly. The tug of war between being who he is expected to be and being who he truly wants to be.

“I’m sorry, forget I said anything.” You say quietly now.

“Trust me...please just trust me, I’m not hiding anything, I need you to understand that if we are going to make this work.” Jaehyun steps towards you and places his hands on your arms.

You look away.

“Unless..you don’t love me..do you want to end things? I try so hard, but it isn’t enough is it?” Jaehyun looks at you through teary eyes.

You shake your head and look back at him with furrowed brows. “Jaehyun..”

“No. It’s okay, let’s just end it since you don’t trust me.” Jaehyun says.

“Jaehyun, no, I love you and I’m sorry. It’s my fault for blowing up at you. But I love you so much..I just wanted to surprise you.” You break down into a sob before he takes you into his arms and holds you close.

“Shhh...it’s okay..I’m sorry too..” he kisses your forehead. You look up at him and kiss his lips.

The two of you stand there for a moment, embracing each other lovingly, enjoying the proximity of your bodies and the way they fit perfectly together.

Jaehyun pulls away and looks into your eyes. “Are you hungry?”

You shake your head. “Not really.”

He chuckles. “Me neither. Let’s get out of here.”

He takes your hand and leads you to his car. He then drives and parks in an empty parking lot.

A soft song plays in the background as you begin to kiss again.

Jaehyun’s tongue traces over your bottom lip, you turn your head and run your hand down his chest, your delicate touch sending shivers up his spine.

Your hand travels all the way done to his jeans, then rubs his bulge. He fidgets and moans into your mouth.

“Needy.” *kiss*

“Girl.” *kiss*

Jaehyun growls.

You laugh out, but continue to press onto the growing tent.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You whisper.

“It was kinda hot.” Jaehyun kisses your neck and pulls your leg over his lap.

“I was thinking of how I would punish you for it..how I’d shut you up.”

You climb over the center console and onto his lap, his arm around your waist as he helps you.

He pushes the seat back and puts his hands behind his head.

“No teasing this time, baby.”

You nod, quickly unbuttoning your shirt. The cold night air hits your chest but the warmth in the car quickly comforts it.

Jaehyun then pulls your bra down, your breasts popping out from it and bouncing gently.

He leans forward to palm both nipples, watching you as you bite your lips and moan quietly. The stars shining on your skin through the sunroof.

He licks one of your nipples and listens to you cry out.

Your head falling back as he flattens his tongue against your heated skin once more.

He looks up at you through his lashes then sucks your nipple.

“Jaehyun..that feels so good.”

He hums and sucks as you move back and forth on his lap. His bulge presses against your underwear as your skirt slides up your thighs.

He zips his jean down. You watch his length spring out, the tip red and dripping with pre cum. You could orgasm from the sight alone.

You leave your skirt on but shimmy out of your panties.

He then pulls out a condom and glides it down onto himself.

“Come here..” Jaehyun calls to you then lays back down on the seat. You lower yourself slowly, thankful for your own essence that allows him to enter you easily.

“Fuck.” You mutter once he fills you up completely, you feel every ridge of every vein run against your silky walls. For some reason, he feels bigger than usual.

You move up and down and swivel your hips. His dick glides into you easily now, your wet entrance happily greeting it each time. He looks so hot below you. His jaw clenched and his abs flexing under his white t-shirt.

Jaehyun watches you through low eyes. He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t frown. It’s a blank face, it’s almost like he’s not really there with you.

Truth is, Jaehyun was thinking about how close he was to being caught. You went to his workplace and discovered the truth. He was able to cover it up quickly but he made you feel bad in the process. A part of him truly regretted lying to you. But he knew one day he would find a way to explain it all to you and he knew you would forgive him because you love him.

Your whimpers grow louder as you approach your climax, but Jaehyun is nowhere near his. You bounce up and down faster, hissing as you take in sharp breaths and closing your eyes as you clench.

He stares at you again and thinks of how precious you are to him. Your face is beautiful even as your mouth falls open into loud moans and your eyes shut tightly. Your jawline and neck sparkle not only with sweat, but the reflection of the stars above you.

Your womanhood feels amazing around him as it always does. He rubs your clit to push you further along.

“You can do it, baby, cum for me.” His deep voice echos.

The car is filled with lewd sounds of skin on skin and your cries.

“J-Jaehyun..” your name falls from his lips. He watches your perky nipples. He palms one with his other hand then pumps your breast.

You cum hard not long after. Curse words leave your lips as you fall apart on him. He continues to push into you, even as you clench uncontrollably around him.

He grips your waist and slams you down onto him, your tight pussy providing sensational vibrations to his cock.

“Ahh..that’s it, sweetheart.” Jaehyun grunts

“Baby!” Your eyes fly open. You are so sensitive and on the brink of passing out from your intense orgasm but he doesn’t stop to let you recover.

He pushes into you hard from below, you breathe heavily and look up at the sky as tears fall from your eyes.

“This pussy is mine right?”

Jaehyun growls.

“Y-yes…yes.” Your head is empty as he continues to fuck into your body from below.

He then cums and stares at your body above him, so beautiful, so perfect.

You lay on top of him for a moment. He holds you against him in his arms.

“I’m sorry..” he whispers then kisses your ear.

“I’m sorry, too.” You whisper back.

A few minutes later, you get into the passenger seat and let Jaehyun drive you home.

However, he has to make a stop at the gas station to fill up.

When he goes inside to pay the cashier, you grab his phone.

You tried to think of the security code. What could it have been? You tried his birthday, but it didn’t work, you tried several other basic combinations like ‘1,2,3,4’ or ‘9,8,7,6’ they didn’t work.

Jaehyun was still inside, but you only had one more try before his phone would lock itself for a few minutes.

You thought for a minute then tried one final code..your birthday. And it worked.

You quickly went to your contact name on his phone and selected “share my location with this contact.” This way, if you ever needed to get to him, you would know exactly where he is.

The idea sounded crazy to you, but a part of you still felt unsure about everything. You wanted to bring up the text messages you saw, but you knew that would make him upset again. He’d ask why you invaded his privacy. So instead, you decide to have his location turned on for you to see...just in case.

Jaehyun gets back in the car and you’ve already placed his phone back in the cup holder.

“Let’s get out of here..” he gives you a wide smile and winks.

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jikooksgirl19 · 3 years

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My Soulmates.prologue

Genre: Soulmate, fluff, angst, future smut

Pairing: Reader x Jimin x Jungkook

Warnings: Maybe a TW with the mention of parents death, a teensy bit of swearing 🤬

All story ideas are mine and I do not give permission to copy. My work is copyrighted and I do not tolerate theft. This is purely fictional and all names, characters and incidents are for entertainment only.

A/N: I will be trying to upload chapters once a week. I write on my IPad so it takes some time. Saving for my laptop so I can be fancier down the road 😘🥰😍

Once upon a time...

Isn’t that how all fairytales start? The princess meets her knight in shining armor, they fall in love and live happily ever after. Aren’t we raised as little girls to believe that we will one day meet Mr. Right and he will take away our fears and trepidation’s? But alas...though my story began with the makings of an enchanted fable it seems as though fate dealt me a twist I never saw coming. Here is the story of how I met my Soulmates.

I had the average childhood. Single child, not much family to speak of. Parents who loved and provided for me. Good grades, acceptance into my college of choice, career in international contract law decided since I was 13. Life was good until one night two months before I was to leave for school police showed up to our door to inform me of an accident that took the lives of both my parents. I was devistated and alone. An orphan at the young age of 18. One minute I was watching some stupid sitcom gorging on popcorn and jelly beans, and the next my world was ripped apart. I was alone with no one to help me along my path to adulthood. Luckily my parents had prepared for any and all emergency situations and the lawyers were able to get me set up for their funeral. After everything including our home was sold I had just enough money to complete my education with a little extra for living expenses to last me the first two years.

I was able to complete my bachelors degree at Columbia University in just 3 years and get a partial scholarship for law school at University of Cambridge in the UK. I worked tirelessly as an intern for a prestigious law firm while competing my degree and they were a huge part in me passing the bar. I could speak over 7 languages and became a top recruit for some well known international law firms across the globe. One in particular was in South Korea and did quite a lot of contract work for entertainment agencies. The K-Pop and K-drama genre were becoming very popular all over the world and many groups and actors were being requested for foreign sponsorships. I decided this would be challenging and exciting so I decided to uproot myself once again to start a new life in Seoul Korea.

Four months after arriving at my new job at Kim, Lee and Song LLC I was called into a meeting by my supervisor to let me know I was going to be one of 5 lawyers that would be helping out the agency BigHit, and sorting through the huge influx of offers their popular K-Pop group BTS were getting. These 7 men had become worldwide sensations in just a few short years. It was explained to me that normally I would not be involved with this team as I was still quite new and young, but I had a rare ability to see market share profibility and business strategies at first sight, and I was able to determine if the offer was indeed beneficial for a client in the long run so I was added to the team. The next day the team headed over to the company to meet with BigHits CEO Bang Si-Hyuk along with several managers and staff. It was nearing the end of the year and several offers were coming in. We were each assigned several contracts to review and it was determined that we would sift through all the offers and bring them the most promising ones to the table the following week for the final decisions. We were provided with a large office suite on site to keep the confidentiality of those involved and lessen the travel needed to complete the sorting of hundreds of offers.

On my third day at the new office it was getting quite late but I was making headway in my stack of offers and decided to go downstairs to get some coffee at the cafe next door. I was in the elevator reading some emails in my IPad when the doors opened. I headed out without looking to see where I was when I walked right into a group of men all very startled to have me barreling right into them. As I realized I wasn’t paying attention I looked up to apologize and gasped. I was staring right at the members of BTS. My sight was on two particular members and they were staring right back, mouths open in shock as well. It felt like time was slowing down and I involuntarily reached out my hand towards them as if to touch them. It was like I had no control over my movements. They were both reaching out towards me as well and when we touched there was nothing but static in my ears. It was like a jolt of electricity ran up my left arm straight to my heart. My knees buckled and I found myself losing focus as my world slid off its axis and became dark.

Five men were yelling trying to grab the three bodies that all fainted right in front of them. As they were trying to call for help Namjoon looked down and saw the three had their hands entwined and watched as a red band appeared on each of the ring fingers on their left hands. It resembled a red string and it traveled up their arms and under their sleeves. If they were to look they would surely see that all three had today’s date now tattooed just above their hearts October 7, 2018. The sign of a soulmate. The Red String of fate only appeared when in the presence of your other half. In the case of multiple mates it would only be triggered when they were all in the same place. The other four caught on to where Namjoon was staring and they all shared one sentiment.

“Oh Shit...”

To be continued...

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mcheang · 4 years

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Phone Hiatus

This is a draft inspired by the Victorious episode Phone Bet.

Mendeliev dares the class to go a week without using their phones. If they succeed, she will include an extra credit assignment. For those who don’t need that assignment, she will allow them to skip class. And to make sure some people (aka Chloe, Max, Sabrina and Alya) don’t give up so soon out of disinterest, Mendeliev makes this a group dare. You all pass, or you all fail.

If they fail, they have to waste a weekend helping Mendeliev set up another class project in the forest. It would be a buggy, sweaty trip.

Since Markov can be used as a phone, Mendeliev will be borrowing him for the week, and having him check to see if the kids were using their cellphones.

Computers are allowed for the sake of schoolwork and general info. iPads are not.

For some people, this bet was no problem.

Marinette sketches on paper and doesn’t spend much time in front of the screen except when watching Adrien coverage.

Adrien was living the Dream. No more calls from Nathalie. Though she did buy him an alarm watch to remind him of his appointments.

For others; they were dying.

Chloe lived for gossip. How was she supposed to check her channels if she couldn’t use her phone. How was she going to flaunt her wealth if she couldn’t access her blog? And she was about to collect a gem for her Miraculous Crush account!

Alya loved technology. And she constantly fretted about the chances of an akuma happening when she didn’t have her phone! And it’s not like she can record the battle on her laptop. There was the school digital camera but they would never let her drag it around with her for a whole week. And her father would never let her use his camera, knowing how she likes to run into akuma sites.

Max consoles himself with a video game, driving Alya and Chloe insane to see him tapping his fingers away at what could almost pass for a phone.

By the middle of the week, the latter group were a mess. Max misses Markov. Chloe’s fingers kept twitching. And Alya snaps at anybody who moves.

Mendeliev smirks. “It’s sad seeing you all like this. Are you sure you don’t want to just give up now and save yourselves the misery of the next few days?”

To tempt the weak ones further, Mendeliev flaunts their phones in her phone bucket.

Chloe snaps. She could hire people to do the grunt work, but she needs to text now! And her grades were stellar, so no worries about that.

The class stops her. Some need that extra credit!

Nathaniel: I knew the girls would crack first

Max: logically speaking, they were the ones most likely to lose us the bet.

Nino: and i don’t want to lose my chance at a better grade just because they give up so easily.

Alya: watch your mouth, boyfriend.

Alix: and you guys are just as desperate to use your phones as us.

Chloe: I doubt that.

Mendeliev: shall we change the bet? Instead of a one week deadline, the contest ends when one gender loses and the other wins.

Marinette: bring it!

Ivan: good luck, you’re going to need it.

A few hours later...

Marinette: what was I thinking?!!!!

Alix: you were defending women!

Marinette: yeah, without considering our odds. Max survives with video games while we have to handcuff Chloe and Alya!

Mylene: then it looks like we have to gain an edge

Rose: how?

Lila: simple, really. We just need to get Max to break.

Marinette: it’s time to see whether the gamer is ready for a rematch.

Marinette challenges Max to a game. She wins, he can’t play anymore video games. He wins, she will uncuff Chloe and Alya.

Marinette wins.

Max shrugs. He has computer games.

Except for once, Lila and Marinette are on the same team. Lila used her silver tongue to convince Max’s mother that it might be good for her son to spend time away from tech and enjoy nature at its best. He’s just exaggerating about the cons of Mendeliev’s project set up.

Max is cut off from any screen. He begins to twitch like Chloe.

The guys restrain Max as they try to figure out how to free Alya and Chloe.

Adrien offers. The guys agree; thinking Marinette will easily give Adrien the key just by asking.

But Adrien was just going to send Plagg over.

Plagg was happy to cheat.

Tikki caught him. What do you expect? The girls’ base is Marinette’s bedroom.

Plagg is sent home, bruised in the rear from where Tikki kicked him out. He claimed to have been mistaken for a rat.

Kim: ok, new plan. We lay out a temptation bait so strong, the girls will overpower their bindings by mere force of will.

Nathaniel: what kind of bait?

Kim: how about “Ladybug announces opening for new permanent hero? Chloé will go nuts thinking she has a shot. And Alya will fight anyone who stops her from reading the scoop.

Adrien: i don’t like that scoop.

Kim: got a better idea?

Adrien sulks. “No.”

The next day, before the boys could enact their plan though, Max lost the game.

Everyone’s phones had been returned to their tables and Chloé and Alya could be seen typing onto their phones. Max instantly sprang free and started opening phone apps.

Kim: What happened? The game isn’t over.

Marinette: oh yes it is.

Alix: you lost!

Ivan: what?

Nathaniel: how? None of us used our phones till today.

Chloe: true, but while Dupain-Cheng sabotaged my phone and Cesaire’s...

Alya: Max was the first one to use his phone.

Boys: WHAT???

The girls turned their phones around to show black screens. Or in the last 2 girls’ cases, their phone screen were covered with cardboard.

Kim: this is cheating. How did you even get the phones?

Marinette: oh, i just wanted to use them to test my hypothesis. Miss Mendeliev was willing to loan them for the sake of science.

Kim: and what hypothesis would that be?

Miss Mendeliev walked in. “Whether the prolonged absence of a constant would remove all trained caution once the constant was brought into sight.”

Kim: this isn’t fair. Miss Mendeliev, you should have told us about this.

Mendeliev: all’s fair in war. I honestly didn’t plan for this to be a gender war, but since you boys started it, I had to side with my own female species.

So while the girls got to enjoy extra credit or free period, the boys lost their weekend. Don’t worry, some of the girls volunteered to help them anyway

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littlechinesedoll · 3 years

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Long Apple rant.

This is regarding an issue where the biggest reseller of Apple products in my country, does not want to replace a woman’s Macbook with factory defect, which arose within a month of usage. The MacBook in question is a MacBook Pro M1 bought in March 2021. She’s had a very terrible time with Apple support, and they kept her laptop saying they were waiting for parts, kept transferring it from one repair shop to another, and blamed her for not returning the laptop within 7 days (which is the law), when the defect only arose a month later. The MacBook still isn’t repaired and she still hasn’t gotten her MacBook back yet.

The issue I think, with the MacBook the PowerMac Center won't replace is not because it's out of the seven day replacement period, but because they literally do not know how to repair the MacBook. The new MacBooks probably have zero reparability. Also because PowerMac Center has shit customer service. Feeling Apple Store.

I had an Acer laptop break down three months before the warranty expired. Went to Acer in Paco, Manila, told them the problem, and left my laptop there. After about a day or two they said the problem was the motherboard. They replaced it and I got it back a few days later. Replacing the motherboard is like already giving you a new laptop. And they didn't charge me anything. I took it back about a month later to have it cleaned out just before the warranty expired. Didn't charge me anything. Easy as pie.

If "Apple Geniuses" in the US or "engineers" here in the PH knew how to fix your defective/broken MacBook, they can give it back to you in no time. But they don't know how to fix it, because Apple designs these machines to be as difficult to repair as possible, or impossible to repair, so that when it breaks, you have no choice but to buy another one. They do this by soldering everything in, using proprietary screws so that you can't fix the device yourself, and serializing parts so that you can't use them to repair other devices. They said they're waiting for parts from Singapore. These parts probably don't even exist. I don't even think they produce parts in Singapore. The company that manufactures parts for Apple products are both in Taiwan.

If you want to know more about how Apple Products have shit reparability, please visit the following people on YouTube: Louis Rossmann, Hugh Jeffreys, and Jessa Jones from iPad Rehab. Please support Right to Repair.

There has been news that Apple is claiming it didn’t hit targets because people were having their iphones repaired instead of buying new iphones (read it here: https://www.apple.com/.../letter-from-tim-cook-to.../...)

And then when you go to Apple Genius Bars to have your Macs checked out, they’ll overestimate the repair for your laptop and just tell you to buy another one because it’s too expensive to repair it, even if the actual repair just takes shoving a good connector back into its slots.

Louis Rossmann is a person fighting for Right to Repair and he despises Apple to his very core that his mission is to fix every MacBook he can get his hands on just to spite Apple ahahaha I love him.

Here are some of his videos: > Here’s a video from cbc news where they consult Louis after going to the genius bar “Genius Bar caught ripping customer off ON CAMERA” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XneTBhRPYk&t=1s

And another girl being ripped off by the Genius Bar saying they can’t repair her laptop, when the problem was they just didn’t shove the battery connector back into the motherboard well enough: https://youtu.be/K1A9y4S60kg

Jessa Jones from iPad Rehab also has been repairing and retrieving data from iphones that genius bars/apple centers claim cannot be retrieved or saved: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPjp41qeXe1o_lp1US9TpWA

Also check out Hugh Jeffreys who fixes iPhones and shows you that iPhones serialize parts so that you can’t have parts replaced on newer iPhone because the phones disable themselves when new parts are placed in https://www.youtube.com/user/hughydo

I’m NOT that much of a hater, because I use a MacBook and an iPhone for work, and an iPad for personal use and media consumption, and I’m a cheap fuck so I’ll never really get my own mac or a new iPhone (I have an iPhone 6 Plus) but these practices are insane.

But I get why people use it. It “feels premium” and “is designed so well” and “the ecosystem works so well with each other across all devices” and of course, “I look so cool using it.” I also acknowledge that Apple has made considerable leaps and bounds when it comes to technology and their ecosystem, but that doesn't mean I don't think it's shit. And they keep competitors on their toes (also burning them to the ground when they enter a new market—bye Tiles), but holy shit these practices, man.

Apple also claims that they're going green right? But if they don't let you repair and they don't repair their devices, what happens to all the other broken devices? That all goes to a landfill. They want to go green and save paper by not giving you a charger in the box? Well it takes more boxes and more plastic when you buy that charger either from them, or from an online store. It takes more boxes, more plastic, more bubble wrap, more gas!! More emissions!! To deliver that charger to you!! THAT’S NOT GREEN AT ALL. Just because they're "reducing their footprint" doesn't mean it's going be the same for everybody else that's fulfilling their jobs to get the thing to you, the user.

There was an issue where they sued a disposal company for repairing and reselling all the working iPhones they gave to them to destroy. Why destroy something that can be repaired or still used? Granted they have the right to sue cos the disposal company didn't do as asked, but why would they have all those working devices destroyed? Because they don't want you to repair your Apple device. They want it to stay broken so you buy a new one. You can read that here: https://www.washingtonpost.com/.../apple-geep-iphone.../

Basically, Apple still wants control over the device you bought from them. It’s like saying you buy a car from Ford, but you can’t use tires that aren’t from Ford, because if you do use tires from Bridgestone, the car won’t work. And if you bring the car to Ford, they’ll say they can’t fix your tires, so you have to buy a new car. That’s fucking stupid.

some more stuff on right to repair to help you understand it:

MKBHD: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RTbrXiIzUt4

Linus Tech Tips: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvVafMi0l68

Louis Rossmann: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Npd_xDuNi9k

Also a video from Linus Tech Tips where Apple refused to fix their iMac Pro: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-NU7yOSElE

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