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Turns out every weird symptoms I had were caused by iron deficiency lmao.
#iron deficiency#anemia#btw if you crave blood#you're not a vampire#you need spinach#hyacinth's diary
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I wanna get more friends/moots who like webtoons, so I’ll start by saying that some of my favorite webtoons are:
Jackson’s Diary
Not so Shoujo Love Story
I Love Yoo
Purple Hyacinth
Heartstopper
Nice To Meet You
Eaternal Nocturnal
Brass and Sass
unOrdinary
Homesick
#aggie posts#webtoon#webtoons#webtoon recommendation#homesick#unordinary#brass and sass#eaternal nocturnal#nice to meet you webtoon#heartstopper#purple hyacinth#i love yoo#not so shoujo love story#jackson's diary
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Uhhh so. this thing XD
#webtoon originals#purple hyacinth#jackson's diary#city of blank#nevermore#everything is fine#cursed princess club#webtoon polls#hero killer#i love yoo#mage and demon queen#Instagram
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I made it ;-;
A year of ups and downs for sure. I just hope I learned something cuz wtf was this year even. I remember approx half of it, MAYBE.
#art summery 2022#myart#akagami no shirayukihime#ans#snow white with the red hair#purple hyacinth#ph webtoon#original character#kusuriya no hitorigoto#apothecary diaries#for the first time in three years my summary isn’t 100% obiyuki lol
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blouberglelie (merwilla plumbea) that i found in outer west durban this time last year!
#apparently you can actually find bulbs for sale so i'm going to track some down and plant them out in the back garden#flora#flowers#asparagaceae#hyacinth subfamily#south african flowers#bulb flowers#botany#m#diary
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potted up planters all morning at work 👍 3 hours to go… we can do it ..gonna make some little bouquets etc
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Gareth St. Clair and Hyacinth Bridgerton doing detective work on the diary of his Italian grandma only to accidentally discover in the process that his other grandma fucked her grandpa:
#listen i strongly doubt we will get to see it’s in his kiss adapted#BUT if we ever do i cannot stress enough how funny this would be#gareth st clair#hyacinth bridgerton#gareth x hyacinth#it's in his kiss#agatha danbury#queen charlotte#bridgerton#queen charlotte spoilers#queen charlotte a bridgerton story#bridgerton books
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Hi! You’re finally back!! I love your Bridgerton brother reader so much omg! I have so many ideas but one is that reader is really good at singing and playing but nobody in the family really know. And one day they hear him play and sing and are amazed.
Three Times The Bridgertons were Haunted and One Time They Weren't | Brother! Reader!
A/N: that's so sweet, thank you! you actually just made my day. i actually play piano so this was really fun to write. if you see any underlined words, those are links for the songs that the reader is singing/playing. you can play them if you want to have a more immersive experience. anyway sorry this took so long, but here's the request :]
Ever since you could remember Daphne had always been the musical sibling. As soon as she could talk she was given piano lessons every day after her normal schooling schedule. Your mother knew that suitors had more interest in girls with musical talents, so she believed it best to begin Daphne's lessons as early as possible. When Eloise came of age, she was meant to learn the piano as well. Unfortunately for mama, she was more interested in her diaries. Instead of trying to learn, Eloise played terribly on purpose in order to get out of lessons. After a month, mother decided that she wouldn't force any more of her daughters into music lessons for fear of another Eloise situation.
And so Daphne remained the glorified musical sibling. That is, until (Y/N) Bridgerton was tasked with disposing of Daphne's old assignment books at the age of 12 years old. Daphne, who was fourteen at the time, needed space in her sheet music drawer and with you being the good younger brother that you are you offered to get rid of her oldest books. However, you never planned to throw them away. You were going to keep them for yourself.
Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed you tip toed into the sitting room holding the treasured books tightly to your chest. From then on your nightly musical sessions became your most precious secret. It continued to be that way for five years until one fateful night when Daphne and Anthony had gotten up to make themselves warm milk.
Anthony took a slow sip from his milk jug, "We've been bested by a stove."
"Cold milk is much more refreshing anyway." reasoned Daphne.
"I suppose-" Anthony paused abruptly staring towards the door. "Do you hear that?"
Daphne set her jug down and opened the door an inch. Faint piano reverberated through the hall. Anthony, who was now leaning on the door, shot his sister a confused look, "Could it be Hyacinth?"
"No, the piece is sounds much too advanced." whispered Daphne. "Hyacinth has only just started playing, it must be someone else."
Anthony slowly inched towards the kitchen door, intent on sneakily uncovering just who was up a this hour playing piano. Unfortunately for him, the kitchen door did not in fact agree with this plan. As soon as Anthony began to open it, the old wood squealed obnoxiously like a petulant child and the piano came to an abrupt halt.
After watching her brother completely annihilate their chance to properly sleuth, Daphne rushed ahead to the drawing room and hastily opened the door-
-to find the room completely empty.
"Anthony, it's empty."
"What?"
"It's empty. As in there is no one in the drawing room."
"There must be a reasonable explanation..." Anthony's eyes lit up. "Perhaps they are hiding!"
"Hiding? But-"
A chill swept through the air catching the siblings by surprise. A sense of déjà vu came over her and she gasped in realization.
"It's a ghost!" Daphne continued, undeterred by Anthony's perplexed expression. "I recognize the signs. Ghosts are drawn to music, they cause cold winds and they are known to act only between midnight and dawn. It's a ghost. I'm sure of it!"
"And where exactly did you come across this information?"
"A novel....."
"A novel?!"
A mournful moan echoed through the room. In less than a second the door was slammed closed by Anthony's shaking hands.
"So...this novel....."
. . .
It was nearly a week later when two more of your siblings discovered the elusive "ghost" haunting the Bridgerton Estate. Gregory woke up from a nightmare in distress and with Hyacinth's room being so close to his he managed to wake her up too. His sister was not happy to be woken up, but her beauty sleep came second when an upset Gregory was involved. As she was trying her best to comfort him, the pair heard someone humming. Rain pounded steadily on the roof of the estate making the humming seem hypnotizingly sweet. Gregory looked up at his sister in confusion.
"Who do you think that is?"
Hyacinth tilted her head towards the gentle voice. "I don't know. Maybe it's that ghost Anthony keeps mumbling about."
The soft humming filled the silent room as Gregory slowly calmed down. Eventually his sister grabbed a spare blanket from the end of the bed and the two settled on the mattress together, enjoying the hums of their ghostly performer.
...
A single lit candle burned pathetically as the taunting sound of silence permeated Benedict's room. He had been trying to sketch for quite some time now, but despite his most focused effort; his pencil would not seem to budge. With a twitch of his eyebrow Benedict rose from his seat and flung his pencil at the wall nearest to him. Which just so happened to be the wall he shared with his dearest brother, Colin. Benedict dragged a hand over his face in exasperation hoping to God, or anyone really, that his oh-so-caring brother would not awaken. But as the sound of shuffling came closer to the artist's bedroom door it became apparent to Benedict that God was not, in fact, a merciful father.
"Brother?"
"Yes?" Came Benedict's squeaking reply.
The door opened and the younger Bridgerton stepped through with a glare leveled at his older brother. "What in the world are you doing up this late?"
"Nothing, actually. I couldn't sleep so I tried sketching. But then I couldn't even do that!"
Benedict glared at his discarded sketchbook as he continued, his frustration building.
"Now I've spent over three hours sitting in front of this damned fire losing my mind while I try to sketch at least one single drawing that is decent enough to call art."
Belatedly, Benedict realized that he had been yelling, but before he could apologize Colin stepped forward and grasped his shoulder.
"I know you must be frustrated Benny, but maybe tonight's just not your night. And it doesn't have to be either." Colin pinched the artist's cheeks. "There's always the morning."
As soon as his younger brother's hands left his face, a heavy weight seemed to lift from Benedict's shoulders. "I suppose your right. Till morning then."
"Till morning."
"Until then," began Benedict, a small smile dancing on his face. "You're welcome to stay here by the fire. I know how cranky you get on these kinds of cold nights."
Colin simply rolled his eyes before grabbing what he knew was his elder brother's favorite blanket and settling on the sofa closest to the fire. An indignant squawk left Benedict as he stared dumbly at the criminal who had just stolen from him. "Y-you can't have that blanket."
"Why not? You invited me to your room and I am without a blanket. It's only fair."
"Only fair? But that's my blanket." reasoned Benedict. "Surely, you of all people understand how important it is to me."
Despite the strength of Colin's will, he could not handle seeing his brother look so dejected. If he didn't know better it would almost seem like he had just burned the Bridgerton estate to the ground rather than steal his brother's favorite blanket. With a heavy sigh the young boy fluffed out the blanket and sunk down to the soft rug that sat between the sofa and fireplace. Benedict caught on and settled down next to Colin, pulling the blanket over himself as well.
As the two began to doze off the faint whisper of a piano wafted through the room. Distantly, the two boys wondered why Daphne could possibly be up so late. In the morning, they would realize that Daphne was not home.
. . .
"Alright, I assume we all know why this family meeting was called?"
Anthony in front of his assembled siblings as they sat in the drawing room. You glanced around with a sheepish look of uncertainty, "Why exactly was this meeting called?"
"The ghost problem." Anthony began to pace, pausing only to lock eyes dramatically with each and every one of his siblings. "For the last year, we have all encountered signs of ghost activity. Me and Daphne first discovered the apparition playing the piano just past midnight. Then, Hyacinth and Gregory heard it humming. And Benedict and Colin were put to sleep by its most recent piano performance. Am I missing anything?"
The siblings collectively shook their heads, except for one.
"Good. This all circles back to the reason why I have summoned you all in the first place. Tonight we must partake....in a ghost hunt."
"A ghost hunt?" scoffed Eloise. "Really?"
"Yes, really! It is our duty to protect this house. Even against threats that we cannot see."
"Fine, so long as I get to search with (Y/N)."
"That can be arranged. Now-"
"Actually...I don't think that will be necessary." You clear your throat sheepishly as your confidence withers under the curious looks of your family.
Anthony quirks a brow, "and why is that?"
"Well, see that is....um that...well, because I'm the ghost."
Silence overtakes the drawing room. Your siblings think clearly think you're joking, but there's just one thing that might convince them. You walk over to the piano and pull out the bench before taking a seat. The moment your fingers greet the ivories everything falls away. You play each of the three songs your siblings heard and try not to laugh as you hear their shocked gasps echo in the drawing room. A part of you know that there will be a lot of questions after you finish your "concert," but for now all you have to do is focus on the next note to play. The other stuff is a future (Y/N) problem.
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BONUS SCENE:
The whole family claps for you as you finish playing. Well almost the whole family, with the exception of the oldest brother.
"While I am impressed by your musical prowess...I wasted money on a book about exorcisms for this!
And there were no refunds..."
#brother reader#eloise bridgerton#bridgerton#reader insert#sibling reader#anthony bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#colin bridgerton#daphne bridgerton#family feels#bridgerton x brother! reader
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Table of Contents!
Hi Everyone! I'm jpitha!
I write sci-fi shorts and stories! I have a few universes that I like to write about, mostly so I can keep worldbuilding straight. I post here and on r/HFY (a scifi writing focused reddit) and I've been trying out posting links back to here on Threads.
I like to post nearly every day. My longer works usually get posted once or twice a week, but I try and fill out the week with other stuff.
Since I have a bunch of posts now, here's a ToC to help you find the kind you want to read, broken out roughly by theme:
Multi-Part Long Reads
The Race (2 parts) First long one I did and the first time I introduced a K'laxi. I edited it from its original post as I learned more about them. Complete
Blockade Runner (2 parts) Might come back to this one later
Awakenings (4 parts, Intertwined with Hidden Depths) Complete
We Need a Ride (7 parts, 2 Codas stuff in Awakenings and Hidden Depths references it) Complete
Hidden Depths A Multi POV Adventure about when everyone on the Joint Human/K'laxi Starbase comes together to defeat an invasion force with the help of a long lost colony ship.
(27, plus extra parts, Intertwined with Awakenings) Complete
Just A Little Further YA Flavored, first person adventure about Melody Mullen and what happens when she goes along on an exploratory trip to try and reach the end of the Warp Gate system.
(40 parts) Complete
The Dreams of Hyacinth Cyberpunk Noir. Nicholas North is a easygoing small time crook who lives on the Corporation owned High Mars Orbital Hyacinth. When he is asked by a friend for some help, he agrees readily, not realizing what he's getting drawn into.
Ongoing
Aliens are Gardenworlders
I want to live on the Gardenworld
Tumbling on a low gee world
Diary of a Human on the Gardenworld
Spacediving
Gord the Maplelegger
Gord's Tall Tale
On Lawbreaking
Gord Goes Curling
Gord Meets His Match?
Worldbuilding
Blockade Runner (redux)
Avoid Humans are Mary-Sue's
Remember that your Aliens aren't idiots
The Fire Brigade
Starjumper age
On AIs
How to Communicate Across Vast Distances
Working out the Day/Time/Date differential
The Real World is Messy
Humans Are Old (friends)
Humans get fevers
How to Communicate Across Vast Distances
Hidden Depths: A Side Story
On Cooperation
Did AIs Ever Think to Wipe Out Humanity?
The First Few Rows Will Get Wet
Slice of Life Stories
The Cyclists
Acetone is bad?
Gene's High Gee Gym
Hospitality
K'laxi and Human kids playing
Office Cookies
Humans and their Hobbies
All Human Ships Have a Manual Override
Allergies
Liver and Kidneys mean we eat anything
Frisbee tricks
Risk Tolerance
The Dinner Party
The Long Way Round
Humans Solve Problems With Explosions
Humans Play Wargames
Everyone has Proprioception
K'laxi Used to Run on All Fours
Humans Still Solve Problems With Explosions
Tattoos and Piercings
Ambassador Transport
Just One Question
Lin Makes Art
Bar fight Aftermath
K'laxi and Cats
Do it With Style
Upgrading Starbase
How are AIs Powered Anyway?
Computing Power (edited)
Outside the K'laxiverse posts
Humans and their computers
Who Is The Human?
Throwing
Mating Rituals
Hunting
Determination
Lateral Thinking
Catching
Oxygen Ain't Nothing to Mess With
Flash Fiction Friday Posts
FFF187 - You Can't Be Serious
FFF189 - Because You Need It
FFF191 - We're On Our Way
FFF200 - It's Just a Walk for You?
Encyclopedia Posts
Humans Make Friends with Anything
Human Kids Make Friends Easily
Humans Make an Entrance
Humans bring Busking
War Emergency Power
On Starjumpers and Battle
War Stories
A Matter of Scale
Just Another Merc
Time to Go
Gotcha! (or is it?)
Inter-Colony War
Always Ready
The Sacrifice
Relationship Stories
K'laxi Can Eat Waffles
Peripheral Vision
Dancing
Flirting through exercise
Nilan and Ta'reni learn about timekeeping
The Big Game
Heart to Heart
YA-esque Stories
Water Balloon War
The Birthday Surprise
Kelly and Panemi look at kittens
#jpitha#humans are space orcs#humans are deathworlders#table of contents#introduction#humans are space capybaras#humans are space oddities#scifi writing#writeblr#writing#worldbuilding
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KIMMY'S DIGITAL DIARY
april is here and it finally feels like the real new year. the sun is finally out for longer, the birds are chirping (and waking me up every morning too)
the tulips and hyacinth bulbs are awaking from their slumbers and blessing us with sweet aromas and the sun is sneaking out a little later and giving us hints of summer freedom.
march was filled with lots of campaign planning, good food, and good memories. but, it was also filled with stress, frustration, late nights, and coffee.
ZzzzZzZzZzzZ
psalms 91:7
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
subliminal of the week
what's in?
Self-care Sundays: Taking time to pamper yourself and recharge.
Mindful eating: Savoring your meals and listening to your body's hunger cues.
Setting boundaries: Saying no to things that don't serve you and prioritizing your well-being.
Supporting other women: Empowering and uplifting your fellow girls in their endeavors.
Confidence: Embracing your uniqueness and owning who you are.
what's out?
Procrastination: Putting off tasks and responsibilities until the last minute.
Negative self-talk: Criticizing yourself and focusing on flaws rather than strengths.
Comparing yourself to others: Measuring your worth based on others' achievements or appearances.
Overworking: Sacrificing your well-being and work-life balance for the sake of productivity.
Self-doubt: Letting fear and insecurity hold you back from pursuing your goals and dreams.
affirmations of the week
My Sundays are sacred, and I honor them by nurturing my mind, body, and soul.
Every bite I take is an opportunity to show love and respect for my body.
I embrace opportunities for growth and welcome challenges as stepping stones to success.
#it girl#that girl#pink pilates princess#self care#self love#girlblogging#becoming that girl#clean girl#pink pilates girl#digital diary#digitalgirlguide#kimmys digital diary#Spotify
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A lady just took a selfie with me idk her but that was funny
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Bracket reveal
Text version under cut!
The tourney is split into 4 32 brackets, and the winners of each will go to the semi finals! I'll make a different post about HOW the tourney will run, and this will serve as a pinned post for round 1 :)
Bracket 1, Side 1
Peppino (Vampire Survivors) vs Winged Strawberry (Celeste)
Herb (Monster Hunter) vs Triffids (Day of the Triffids)
Gigi (Xiaolin Showdown) vs Silent Princess (The Legend of Zelda)
Breath of Evil (Wings of Fire) vs Thorn Thallid (Magic the Gathering)
Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Farewell Flower (Mistborn)
Togemon (Digimon) vs Silverwood Tree (Witch Hat Atelier)
Golden Apple Tree (Greek Mythology) vs Potbelly (My Singing Monsters)
Sculk (Minecraft) vs MocDonald (One Piece)
Bracket 1, Side 2
Vida (The Promised Neverland) vs Glaze Lily (Genshin Impact)
Dr Brewer's Clone (Goosebumps) vs The Spring (Friends at the Table)
Kite Eating Tree (Peanuts) vs Zotoh Zhaan (Farscape)
Wheel Tree (His Dark Materials) vs Mushtree (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Medusoid Mycelium (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs Radial (Ooblets)
Chikorita (Pokemon) vs Blast Cone (League of Legends)
Gooloog (AAAHH!!! Real Monsters) vs Venus (Bug Fables)
The Thorian (Mass Effect) vs Yggdrasil (Norse Mythology)
Bracket 2, Side 1
Deku Tree (The Legend of Zelda) vs Blood Blossoms (Danny Phantom)
Hotblonde37159 (Angel: The Series) vs Vash the Stampede (Trigun)
Kinoko (Don't Hurt Me, My Healer) vs Wolfsbane (The Vampire Diaries)
Plant (Monster Rancher) vs Flower of Life (Mesopotamian Mythology)
Truffula Tree (The Lorax) vs Slurperon Enchantress (Internet Scam)
The Brain Tree (Neopets) vs Ginseng Baby (Scarlet Hollow)
Chompy (Bug Fables) vs Whispy Woods (Kirby)
Clavu (Overlord) vs Ivern (League of Legends)
Bracket 2, Side 2
Bulbasaur (Pokemon) vs The Trees of Valinor (Lord of the Rings)
Leslie (The Amazing World of Gumball) vs Hayzee Dayzee (Paper Mario)
Piranha Plant (Mario) vs Specimen 34/The Blessed Eternal (Wolf 359)
Potted Plant (Wander Over Yonder) vs Morbuzakh (Bionicle)
Jabe & the Trees of Cheem (Doctor Who) vs Black Mercy (DC)
Mr Plant (The World of Mr Plant) vs Feculant Gnarlmaw (Warhammer 40k)
Tree Rex (Skylanders) vs Flowey (Undertale)
Sundrop Flower (Tangled) vs Venus McFlytrap (Monster High)
Bracket 3, Side 1
Pinchley (Long Gone Gulch) vs Frank the Plant (Harley Quinn: the Animated Series)
The Venus (Hello From the Hallowoods) vs Nirnroot (The Elder Scrolls)
Food Fight (Skylanders) vs Paopu Fruit (Kingdom Hearts)
Phillogenous esk Piemondum (Rod Albright Alien Adventures) vs Plant (Wall E)
Tannot Root (Farscape) vs The Broccoloids (The Powerpuff Girls)
Rockbud (The Stormlight Archive) vs Sylvan Hound (Guild Wars 2)
Eldridge Johnson-Mayer (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Hyacinth/Hyacinthus (Greek Mythology)
Selas Flower (Kingkiller Chronicle) vs Treant (Disgaea)
Bracket 3, Side 2
Dragonflame Cacti (Wings of Fire) vs Sunflower (Plants vs Zombies)
The Bioplant (The Rising of the Shield Hero) vs Turnip Boy (Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion)
Shambling Mound (Dungeons and Dragons) vs Mandrake (Shin Megami Tensei/Persona)
Cowplant (The Sims) vs Ebony Queen's Apple (Limbus Company)
Devil Fruits (One Piece) vs Donkey-Cabbage (Enchanted Forest Chronicles)
Oaktopus (My Singing Monsters) vs Field Dungeon (Rune Factory 4)
Mushroom Tree (Stardew Valley) vs Jumpkin (Cassette Beasts)
Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) vs Karzahni (Bionicle)
Bracket 4, Side 1
Dreamstalk (Kirby) vs Myconid (Balders Gate 3)
Stingbulb (Fablehaven) vs Treebeard (Lord of the Rings)
Stray Cat (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) vs Peashooter (Plants vs Zombies)
Giant Turnip (Codename: Kids Next Door) vs Treasure Mushroom (Guild Wars 2)
Tree of Wisdom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Fire Flower (Mario)
Stump (The Angry Beavers) vs Groot (Marvel)
Maise (Oneshot) vs Konohana Tree (Okami)
Red Weed (War of the Worlds) vs Pod Plant (Fortnite)
Bracket 4, Side 2
Plantera (Terraria) vs The Grass Snake (Friends at the Table)
Breathweed (Warhammer 40k) vs Campestri (Dungeons and Dragons)
Neo Alraune (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle) vs Kringlefucker (Homestuck)
Slimefoot the Stowaway (Magic: The Gathering) vs Gatfruit Tree (Space Station 13/14)
Sex Pollen Plant (Fanfiction) vs The Rumor Weed (VeggieTales: Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed)
Dr Madley Radish (Papa Louie) vs Vervain (The Vampire Diaries)
Yatevon (OCTAHEDRON: Transfixed Edition) vs Echo Flower (Undertale)
Wither Rose (Minecraft) vs Hydramon (Digimon)
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i used to have a twitter for liveblogging about webcomics but twitter is dying so i deleted it a few months back. that said, i miss having a webcomic posting account so badly, so webcomic Tumblr Sideblog now
main is @asexualzoro and i read smth like 200 comics week to week because i am normal
some favorite comics are Lavender Jack, Eleceed, Your Throne, Castoff, and Broccoli Soup!, but i’m reading way more
longer list of comics i like below cut (not the full list of ones im reading). in alphabetical order, w some more favorites bolded
anything for you
ask white pearl and steven
a spell for a smith
artificisouls
aurora
baby tyrant
the beast of hadingley hill
the blind prince
the botanist
blood bound
brain in a jar
castle swimmer
circuits and veins
city of blank
the crimson lady
cursed princess club
the curse of pirate's bay
damselfish in distress
daughter of 1000 faces
the dark lord's confession
dark zone
daybreak
divorcing my tyrant husband
denounce
desert duo vigilante au
doom breaker
DPS only!
the dragon tutor
dungeon death dispatch
eaternal nocturnal
elf & warrior
encore!
EQUALIZE
fictional skin
the first night with the duke
forever after
forgotten
for my derelict favorite
four leaf
fox fires
from a knight to a lady
garden club detective squad
go away romeo
gourmet hound
grand ma
guaba
guide to the land of monsters
heir's game
heroes of thantopolis
high class homos
high spirits neoma
hooky
honbarian
how to be a dragon
the hunt for the holy pearl
hybrid
i abdicate my title of empress
icy copper
i'm the grim reaper
i'm the queen in this life
ingress adventuring company
inhibit
i want to be a cute anime girl
jupiter men
the last dimension
like wind on a dry branch
the lone necromancer
lorena immaculate
lovebot
love me to death
lucid memories
lumine
magical mom
magic words
makeup remover
marionetta
miracle simulator
muted
#muted
my husband changes every night
my in laws are obsessed with me
mythos redone
my sweet archenemy
nevermore (originals)
nevermore (canvas)
nobody's library
nomads
not so shoujo love story
not your typical reincarnation story
omniscient reader
parallel city
the peculiar compendium of victor van wolfe
phantomarine
phototaxis
plague muffins
the princess and the pirate
the princess plot
prism world
purple hyacinth
questless
rain girl
rectify
the red archer
the remarried empress
rose tide rising
sable curse
school bus graveyard
seasons of blossom
the second lead syndrome
the secret knots
the secrets of soulford
seed
see you in my 19th life
SEIS
señorita cometa
seven days in silverglen
shootaround
sleepless domain
soil that binds us
soleil
somminum theatre
soul food
space boy
space princess
the spark in your eyes
spellward bound
spontaneous world shifting
suitor armor
survival diary
surviving romance
susuhara is a demon!
sweet home
swimming lessons for a mermaid
tiger, tiger
to knight the faithless
to the stars i love
trash belongs in the trash can!
the tyrant wants to be good
the uncommons
villainess for hire
warrior executioner
when the third wheel strikes back
where the heart is
widdershins
wintercircle
the wizard of cedel
the wrath & the dawn
yuna and kawachan
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To tide y’all over until the bracket is finished, here’s a list of every fandom in the tournament! Sorted by when each got its first submission.
It takes time to make the bracket cuz I gotta arrange all of these to be at least semi-equal in popularity to each other, and then make all the edited photos. I’ve been rather busy lately, but it should be up by tomorrow night :)
Minecraft Diaries
The Outsiders
God of War
Ace Attorney
Bungou Stray Dogs
Murdoch Mysteries
Yu-Gi-Oh!
The Raven Cycle
Lego Star Wars
Sanders Sides
Kamen Rider
Castle Swimmer
QSMP
The Magnus Archives
Lego Ninjago
FNAF
Half Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware
Pokémon
DC Comics
Critical Role
Romeo & Juliet
Macbeth
Witch Hat Atelier
Final Fantasy
One Piece
Warrior Cats
Sonic
Chicory: A Colorful Tale
Trigun Stampede
The Owl House
Ori and the Will of the Wisps
Fallout: New Vegas
MCU
Arthuriana
Tokyo Ghoul
Total Drama Island
Nimona
The Cable Guy
Paranatural
Marble Hornets
Marvel Comics
The Umbrella Academy
Life Series SMP
Fire Emblem
Julie and the Phantoms
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Bridgerton book Guide
Julia Quinn
Prequels -
The Rokesby Series A Generation before the Bridgertons,
They were the Rokesbys
2016 Because of Miss Bridgerton Billie Bridgeton and George Rokesby
2017 The Girl with the Make-Believe Husband Cecilia Harcourt and Edward Rokesby
2018 The Other Miss Bridgerton Poppy Bridgerton and Andrew Rokesby
2020 First Comes Scandal Georgiana Bridgerton and Nicholas Rokesby
Collaboration
2023 Quenn Charlotte Quenn Charlotte and King George
Bridgerton Couple
2000 The Duke and I Daphne Bridgerton and Simon Basset
2000 The Viscount who loved me Kate Sheffield and Anthony Bridgerton
2001 An Offer from a Gentlemen Sophie Beckett and Benedict Bridgerton
2002 Romancing Mr. Bridgerton Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton
2003 To Sir Phillip, With Love Eloise Bridgerton and Phillip Crane
2004 When he was Wicked Francesca Bridgerton and Michael Stirling
2005 It's in His Kiss Hyacinth Bridgerton and Gareth St. Clair
2006 On the Way to the Wedding Lucy Abernathy Gregory Bridgerton
Epilogues
2013 The Bridgertons: Happily Ever After All + Violet Bridgerton
Bevelstoke Series (they know the Bridgerton I believe)
2007 The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Miranda Cheever and Viscount Turner
2009 What Happens in London Olivia Bevelstoke and Harry Valentine
2010 Ten Things I love About You Annabel Winslow and Sebastian Grey
Lady Whistledown
2003 The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown Susannah Ballister and David Earl of Renminster Thirty-Six Valentines
2004 Lady Whistledown Strikes Back Everyone The First Kiss
2021 The Wit and Wisdom of Bridgerton: Lady Whistledowns Official Guide Everyone
Ghraphic Novel
2022 Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron
Not fully Bridgerton but in same Universe
The Smythe-Smith Quartet (Not fully Bridgerton but in same Universe)
2011 Just Like Heaven Honoria Smythe-Smith and Marcus Holroyd
2012 A Night Like This Anne Wynter and Daniel Smyth-Smith
2013 The Sum of All Kisses Sarah Pleinsworth and Hugh Prentice
2015 The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy Iris Smythe-Smith and Richard Kenworthy
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wingless angel; dsc
act i | act ii | final act
1k celebration masterlist
pairing; fuckboy!winwin x afab!reader
words; 6.09k
genre; estabished relationship, angsty smut (you heard me right), and a touch of fluff
warnings; toxic relationship, lots of sexcapades, piv, Sicheng is a an asshole, drunk sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, rough sex
preface; I said act iii would be less depressing and I didn't really lie did I? I'm mad I didn't release this on halloween :*). Anyways how did you guys like this small series? I'm not so sure about the ending.
act iii ➻ bloodline
“It’s been such a beautiful ceremony, thank you guys for coming out to celebrate my love for this woman right here.” Sicheng directs the room’s attention to your slumped figure, engulfed in a stuffy dress that prohibits a comfortable seated position. An eggshell ball gown, tailored perfectly to what you described in your diary as a naive middle schooler.
“I mean, what can I even say?” He looks at you with fondness so evidently fake it makes your stomach churn.
“You can start with how beautiful I look in the wedding dress I spent an arm and a leg for.” You mutter, not that it reduced any of the bright smiles directed at you. Look, even Aeri, Minjeong, and Yizhuo are smiling. Did he fool them too?
“She’s the love of my life! That’s why we’re here aren’t we?” His uninspired language is met with hoots and hollers of encouragement and admiration.
“Be careful! They might think you enjoy my presence.” You laugh at your own joke and the crowd swoons, reacting as if they just witnessed a cute exchange. Everyone looked so content despite you clearly displaying your displeasure. Their wide smiles feel offputting.
“But no, she isn’t the love of my life.” His confession makes the crown react in shock. You slowly straighten up in your chair. He looks at you with that dead look in his eyes, the one you came to realize indicated plainly that he shared none of your love for him.
“She isn’t the love of my life because now she’s my wife.”
“Those aren’t mutually exclusive-” You’re cut off by the rapturous applause that erupts around the banquet hall as everyone stands from their seats. The piercing sound of their chairs scraping the floor surround you, caging you in along with the innumerous amount of bodies. You try to stand but Sicheng pushes you back down. His blank stare beats down on you.
“Welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives.”
You’re not sure when you extended your hand, but it’s presented to him to slide on a ring. Upon further inspection, you discover it’s rusted and scraping your skin as it slides down your finger. You wince, your brain screaming at you to pull away. You think you’re screaming. You were talking this whole time, right?
“I’m ready.” You say, punctuating it with a quivering smile.
As you pry your eyes open, all you take in is a sea of darkness. You sit up and turn on your bedside lamp. Relief floods your body as you take in the familiar scenery. It was ridiculous to think you were anywhere else anyway, but you didn’t completely trust yourself.
-
“Hello there,” A bouquet of red chrysanthemums, blue hyacinths, and lilies of the valley are pushed into your view. You look up and see exactly who you expected to. “Hi, Dejun.” You force a tight smile. The man sits beside you after you accept the flowers.
“You’re going to turn my house into a garden at this rate.”
“I grow so many flowers, I just thought I’d put them to good use.” He shrugs.
“I don’t think dying in my living room is really “good use”.” You mumble, toying with the tissue paper.
“Of course it is. A pretty girl deserves pretty flowers.”
You never understood the gesture. They looked okay and smelled fine, but they just sit in a vase and die. What was the point? You place them in your lap before tapping your fingers against the metal bench. The two of you watch silently as children run around, friends throw a frisbee, and couples have a picnic.
“Maybe that’s what we should be doing.” Dejun laughs awkwardly before looking down into his lap. He presses his thumb into the palm of his other hand until it goes white, and when you look up at his face, he’s chewing his bottom lip. Why is he nervous?
“I’m sorry my mom makes us do this.” You sigh frustratedly.
“It’s fine, she seems like a good mom.”
“She is, but forcing us to do this isn’t going to fix anything.”
His silence makes you nod, so he does feel the same way. From the corner of your eye, you see him stop fidgeting.
“I don’t feel forced to go on these dates.” You turn to face him. He looks back pointedly as if he wants you to know he’s serious. “I enjoy them.”
“How? They’re so awkward every time.” You snort.
“Because I get to be with you.” The sincere fondness in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. You watch him with your mouth parted slightly before looking away and clamping it shut. You press your cool fingers into your warm cheeks
Bullshit.
That night is like every Friday night, you drink and find someone else drunk and fuck like rabbits. Tonight brings an especially sexy face. The epitome of tall dark and handsome.
“I’m Yukhei.” He slurs after a heated makeout section in the back of a cab. You smile lazily. “I don’t care.”
He shrugs at that before going back to your messy blur of lips and tongues. You moan salaciously as he sucks your tongue, bucking against his thigh.
“Put your seatbelts on!”
The two of you are too consumed in how each other’s mouths taste and feel. Saliva manages to transfer around both your lips. You pull away, heating up a few degrees when a string of spit follows. Yukhei is fucking massive, you can feel it as you palm him.
“I can’t wait for you to rip me open.” You drawl into his ear before giggling.
Mr. Yukhei is not the most… precise but you’re drunk and he’s big. He gives the right amount of friction and stretch that makes you drool. He laps it up during his sloppy ministrations. It's wet, sweaty, and lazy. Just what you need on a Friday night.
But not Saturday morning when you wake up from another nightmare. This time you couldn’t escape. The ring was stuck around your finger making it burn and pulse as the rust infected your exposed flesh. The finger started to swell, but you ignored your internal conflict, mothering your five kids and cooking for your disinterested husband. After all these years, his face is still vivid in your nightmares. The way he looks at you without any emotion, still very much vivid.
This time you wake up with a loud scream, stirring awake the body beside you.
“What?! What!” Yukhei exclaims, not a hundred percent awake yet. You look over at him, then down at your naked body. You grimace at the disgusting feeling between your legs. “Oh god.” You press your hand over your throbbing forehead.
“You need to leave.”
“Yeah, I think so.” He replies with vexation as he throws the covers off his body and slides off your bed. “I’m gonna take a shower first, though.”
You get in after he leaves your house, washing away all the fluids dried onto your skin. It felt good in the moment but felt icky when you woke up. You could feel the remnants of the sex but no semblance of emotion. Each Saturday morning felt emptier than the last. With these new nightmares that accompany the empty mornings, it made you dread them all the more.
Whether you want it to or not, Friday rolls around. You meet with Dejun. The sun sets. You fuck a new guy. It’s the same numbing cycle, the only variation being you running into an old one night stand and saying “fuck it”.
“Was it Yukhei?” Dejun sucks more of his smoothie down.
“No, it was Jaemin again. He was close to the best I’ve ever had.” You reflect as your own smoothie condensates in your hand.
“You did have sex with him again in the morning, so that makes sense. That seems impossible with how you describe the mornings after.”
“Everyone I fuck is obviously horny, but Jaemin… something about me really turned him on. Sex is so much better when the person can’t get enough of you. So I was fine with one more time.” It made that morning feel a little less burdensome. He slipped in while you were in the shower and ran his hands all over your slippery body. He was as hard as a rock just from that.
There was something about the way he looked at you, the way the simplest things like touching or kissing you made him audibly aroused. “But then he left and I had to go back to what I usually do those mornings.”
Xiaojun hums, “Who was the best you ever had?”
“Huh?” You snap your head to stare at him in shock. “You said he was close to the best you ever had.”
“Oh, right. Well, I guess you can tell by my reaction.” You fidget with the cup containing the melting smoothie.
“I might have, yes.” Dejun laughs. “I feel like the sex can be a good reference point for unhealthy relationships.”
“You think so?” You always reflected on the sex as the only good part of that relationship. It’s the only time he showed you anything resembling affection. It was the only time you felt your feelings were reciprocated.
“Yeah, my buddy used to be in a super toxic relationship where they pretty much hated each other. They barely spoke normally, just screaming and insulting and bickering. But he said the sex was amazing and that they understood each other then. I told him maybe they were just compatible sexually and not romantically. For me and Yue,”
The atmosphere instantly felt heavier with the mention of his ex. You try to peer at him, analyze his expression without him noticing. “the sex felt like nothing. Just lying there for the both of us. In and out. It felt like a chore. I thought that maybe I hated sex or something.”
Being with Sicheng made you feel like you had it wrong all along. That it was Kun poisoning your mind and preaching abstinence and the importance of romance over sex. But now you’ve come to an understanding that sex is your thing. You look around the mall from the kiosk seating the two of you are situated at. Maybe what’s happening now is a rough patch.
“But I don’t hate sex. I actually really, really like sex.” He says as though it’s absurd he thought so in the first place.
“How could you be wrong about something like that, though? I mean if anyone knows you, it’s you.” You pop the lid over the lip of your cup and snap it back on. Repeating the action over and over as you mull over his words.
Dejun considers your response, nodding as he thinks it over. “Sometimes when you don’t want to let go of someone, you convince yourself of things that aren’t true.”
The lid fully pops off and the cup slips right out of your grasp. You shoot up as the smoothie spills all over your lap. The big commotion causes everyone to look in your direction. You cower away from their eyes as something dark and putrid settles in your stomach. Their eyes paralyze you with fear, grounding you to your spot.
“Are you okay?” Dejun raises from the floor with your capsized cup in his hands, still covered in your banana smoothie.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You’re surprised by your own trembling voice and frantically avoid his eyes. Then he’s gone, leaving you stuck in the same spot. It feels like their eyes are burning on your skin, boring through your skull. You can feel them all around you. When he returns you feel a flood of relief. He starts wiping off the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans. “You don’t have to tell me anything now,”
Dejun stands from his kneeling position to capture your dazed eyes. “but in the future, I hope to be someone you feel comfortable sharing your pain with.” Your breath catches in your throat. Every time you spend time with him, he brings you closer to believing he truly cares about you. Today feels like the first in a long time you have very little trouble trusting someone new.
-
Once you get accustomed to your cycle it’s hard to break it. Dejun’s words are starting to make sense to you. After three years of processing what happened, it was time to work toward closing this chapter.
That Friday after you met with Dejun, you still searched for a one night stand. You went to his place and had sex. And you woke up in the morning from a nightmare. Even after Dejun’s words permeated in your mind.
This particular Saturday, you feel especially drained. It was past emptiness, now you felt like you were getting sucked dry. You felt absolutely sapped and your appearance properly illustrated that. Your face looked sunken in and your eyes looked dead.
So the next Friday, when you’re at a party, you decide this is it. This is where the cycle ends. You’d been invited to a Halloween party by your colleague that insisted she knew you from college. Not only do you not remember her face at all, but she was also in a sorority. There was no way you and her crossed paths even once. Still, you could use some free booze and mindless fun. You dust off your tattered wedding dress and veil, blue wig, and blue-ish grey face paint.
“You’re here! Oh my god, you look amazing!” Your colleague, Krystal, greets you at the door dressed as Daphne. “I’m so glad you made it.”
You greet her back and enter the house filled with loud music and dancing party-goers. You’re okay with going to places alone as long as you don’t call attention to yourself. With You, Aeri, Minjeong, and Yizhuo no longer on speaking terms, you don’t really have a choice. You could’ve asked Dejun to come, but you didn’t want to bother him. Even though he’d look great as your Victor.
You think of him as you fill your cup with spiked eyeball punch. And when you go to the bathroom. And when you accidentally walk in on a couple, making a note to tell him about that later. The atmosphere is fun, and you see a few people you actually do remember from college. You and two alumni talk by the steps and sip on the berry punch.
“I’m just here to scope out hot people. I miss having sex at parties.” Sooyoung laments before pouting, looking more elegant in recent years. You nod along with Wendy even though you couldn’t relate at all. You were in a relationship the entire time you were in college. Hopping from one toxic relationship right into another. You barely had time to figure out what you truly wanted.
“Ooh! I see one. Wait, is he with you?”
When you look over, the tall man has already fully emerged from the crowd, dawning a Victor costume. The man you come to realize is your corrosive ex smiles when he sees you. Sicheng never had much empathy, but he had a shit-ton of audacity. Your expression sours as the two girls swoon over the romantic coincidence. The popular couple from college meet again after years and accidentally match. Except, you know it’s not entirely an accident.
Krystal appears from the crowd as well with a gasp and a squeal. “This is too cute!” Her loud voice alerts everyone around her. “The lovebirds are reunited!”
Everyone close to the two of you starts to chant and holler in encouragement. You feel like the walls are closing in and you have no room to breathe. You look around terrified at all the warped faces grinning toothily around you. You quickly run up the stairs, shutting yourself into an empty room.
Your head pulses and you hadn’t had enough to drink for that to be possible. You pace around the room, attempting to calm your erratic heart. The sound of the door opening reverses all your progress, and seeing who had turned up made it all worse.
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“I haven’t seen you in so long!” A particularly loud voice speaks next to Sicheng. He glares to his right when he sees Krystal. A stuck up sorority girl who had tried to get with him on multiple occasions. He had to admit she was consistent if that’s why she was bothering him.
“We did graduate after all.”
“Yeah, but we were friends, right?” She settles on a stool next to him at the bar. He had no recollection of them spending any time together valuable enough to consider them friends. “Plus, if you didn’t get with ___, I feel like we could’ve been more than friends.” Krystal looks at him seductively, nibbling at the tiny straw in her glass.
“Is that what you’re here for?” He quirks his brow at her and hopes it isn’t obvious he’s clenching his jaw.
“No, I’m engaged.” She stretches her arm to shove her hand in his face and present her obnoxious ring. “I’m here to invite you to my party this Friday. A bunch of our alumni will be there.”
For the first time since she started talking her words piqued my interest. “Think of it as sort of a reunion! Meet some of your old frat bros or whatever.”
With that, she gets up again, wandering off somewhere else in the bar. Sicheng wasn’t worried about some random dudes from a fraternity.
He was wondering if you still loved him.
One could say he made a slight oversight. Sicheng was a simple man. To him, life and the way you navigate it doesn’t have to be complicated. He does what he wants, and at times he pushes that aside to do what he needs. He figured it out by high school. He had to get good grades to get into a good college so he could qualify for a job under his father. Then when he enters his mid to late twenties, he’d find a girl and marry her. Finding the girl might’ve been a little hard in theory, but he figured he would just know when he found her.
When he first met you, he pinned you as one of many hankerings he needed to address. Everyone who’s not asexual has that craving, right? And most people have specific… attributes they’re attracted to. Through trial and error, he learned not to let feelings get in the way of his method. Anything that flared up inside him when he looked at you, he suppressed. But they ended up breaking free anyway.
More than any other girl, you fought for and devoted yourself to him. Instead of flapping your lips about how little the two of you go out, you’d plan dates yourself. Instead of letting your friends persuade all your decisions, you fought against them. You did so many things for him that genuinely caught him off guard. That night in the theater? His other women wouldn’t dare.
You were different, and you were sorely missed when he found someone else. The process was always annoying and exhausting, especially if they were really prudish (which in turn brought the best results) which was the case for the next girl. Sicheng for the first time ever found himself losing patience during the process. And after it was all finished? The sex was mediocre and she would just bitch and moan. Usually he would just ditch her and find someone new, but he just kept thinking about what you would do. You cooked for him, gave him massages, and never nagged him. Well, until the end.
He wondered what you were so up in arms about. You guys were great, you seemed happy, everyone on campus loved the two of you, and the sex was great; but you just had to make things complicated. Now they just are, there’s no reversing that now.
Sicheng was sure he was finally rid of you after he sent that text, but you just kept invading his mind. It forced him to reflect on things. Thinking of you made him wonder if his plan for his life prevented him from seeing he had already met his wife.
On a particularly burdensome day, he was trudging through the busy mall. Surrounded by grating chatter, loud children, and bodies entering his personal space. He just needed to get what he needed and leave. A thought enters his mind as he passes a jewelry store to his left that makes him back up and peer inside. He enters warily, ignoring the employee and staring at the array of rings displayed. Smack dab in the middle, almost like it was fate, was a plain gold band. It was the same ring from that movie you liked. What was it… Corpse Bride?
He lifts the ring and inspects it, ignoring the older man once again as he warns that his lover will think it’s boring. He inspects the ring once more in his bed later that night. He had no clue where you lived or if you were even in the same city anymore. He didn’t have your number nor did he think you’d pick up anyway. He snorts thinking about how you’d probably hang up on him if you did.
The ring had been collecting dust for a while now. It was time to dust it off. It was worth a shot, right?
The bulky ring box sits uncomfortably in his left pocket. It’s a constant reminder to stay on task. He had another exhausting day at work and he doesn’t want to stay long. Good thing this costume is just a suit and a little makeup. He spends the entire party searching for you. After what feels like millenniums, he nearly gives up and leaves. He didn’t even know for sure if you were coming. In reality, the two of you were always mere feet away from crossing paths, only just missing each other as you went from room to room.
He makes his way to the living room, ready to leave and toss the stupid ring. Who else would want a ring like this? Then he catches a blue wig in his peripheral. It wasn’t Sadness or Coraline this time, there was a shredded veil attached. He maneuvers through the crowd as quickly as he can toward the punch bowl and taps on the person’s shoulder. They turn around, puzzled. It wasn’t you. This was it. His sign to leave. He trudges back through the crowd toward the bathroom. He’d use it quickly, then go home and forget about this stupid plan.
As he approaches the stairs, he notices another blue wig and veil. The dreary eyes of their owner match the costume well. It’s really you. Sicheng approaches slowly. It’s catching up to him now, how many years it’s been since you’ve been anything more than a constant thought in his brain.
All the women around you seem ecstatic that the two of you are together again, matching costumes and all. Your expression couldn’t be more different. Sicheng’s mouth twitches, finding it harder to maintain his smile. He actually did feel happy to see you, and you’re looking at him like he’s the last person you wanted to see. Even during your worst fights you never looked at him like that.
The party-goers surrounding the two of you start to chant as initiated by Krystal and you seem to panic. Sicheng starts to panic himself. Should he do something? Before he could consider it, your feet were thundering up the stairs. He quickly follows behind.
You slam the door in his face which startles him. He stumbles back a bit, taking a minute to really soak in what was happening. He huffs before charging into the room. You look up at him with a mixture of dread, anger, and disbelief.
It feels like hours go by of you staring at him incredulously before your shoulders slump. “Haven’t you done enough?” You beseech him, genuinely requesting an answer to the accusatory question. Sicheng scoffs, looking around as if searching for clarity.
“What?”
“No-” You rush toward him with a cautionary finger extended. “Don’t you fucking start with your oblivious act.”
Sicheng’s brain does backflips trying to explain your behavior. “Are you still angry about the breakup? It’s been years now.”
Your face contorts to express how utterly awestruck you are. Sicheng doesn’t know what to do with the look or the silence, so he digs through his pocket. If you still love him, surely this would appease you and force you to bring it out. There’s a tinge of hesitance dulling his confidence. He’s not sure what’s causing it, but he would guess it was the strangely awkward atmosphere between the two of you. It was like he had never had sex with let alone dated the woman in front of him. Someone witnessing what was transpiring would think he was about to propose to a stranger he pissed off at some point. He brushes away the unease and powers through his plan.
You watch confusedly as he gets on one knee and presents the box. Realization hits you before he even opens it, and the panic is back. You gawk at the ring, wide eyed and slack-jawed. The silence extends either due to time slowing down for Sicheng or many minutes passing by of you in shock. For a moment he gets excited. It’s happening, despite the tense atmosphere, your love is reigniting. Soon you’ll be back to your wife-material ways and all will be well.
In the blink of an eye, an uncalculated swipe of your hand knocks the ring onto the floor. Sicheng looks down at the ring. The worst he was expecting was a no and he wasn’t fully expecting that either. The woman who slapped the ring out of his hand was the most dedicated woman he’d ever spent time with.
“I think I’m going fucking crazy.” You laugh erratically, tossing a hand through your hair. Sicheng looks up at you like you grew two extra heads. “I think you are, yes!”
“You had all these years to reflect and you don’t come with an apology, you come with a ring?!” You shout, your voice ringing in his ears.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Sicheng stands up, discarding the box to the floor to join the ring before repeating the word a few times. “Apologize? For what? A nasty breakup?”
You look like you’re about to erupt again but you ground yourself, taking a very deep, shaky breath. “You know what? I’m done with you, completely this time.” You smile, looking scarily calm before making your way to the door. Completely this time. Maybe there was something there after all. Sicheng stops you by grabbing your arm.
“Are you afraid it won’t work out like last time? If that’s it we can work through it.”
“Sicheng,” You stop and back up to get a proper look at him, eyes flickering between both of his, “you took away my voice. I already felt insignificant enough, but you made me feel stupid for expressing any thoughts outside of sex. And!” You narrow your eyes, stepping closer, “You did it in a way that made it hard to criticize you.”
“If I hurt you-” You stop Sicheng with a raise of your finger and a sound of disapproval.
“If.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You can’t sit here and pretend like your actions weren’t cold and calculated. You fucked me up for every relationship that followed you, and you shattered my heart to pieces.” You watch him bitterly, grimacing as if you tasted something nasty.
“I’m here to fix that.” Sicheng tries but you almost immediately shut him down.
“You know what? I don’t even want your apology. It doesn’t mean shit to me.”
“Y-You’re just hurt. Just let me show you, we can make this work.” There was apathy in your eyes that unsettled him. He much preferred you being loud. He’d let you slap him if it made you reconsider.
“So you’re not just here for sex?”
“What?! No! I bought a fucking ring for god sake!”
“What does that ring mean?” You ask incredulously. “Come on, think. Sex was the only pleasant thing to come from our relationship. Ring or no ring, girlfriend or wife, it doesn’t change that the only things you’re after are simple pleasures. You don’t want depth.”
“That’s not true!” Sicheng grabs your shoulders but you immediately brush them away with a look of disdain. He ignores it and powers through. “I was waiting for a wife, and I’m only getting older. It’s time for me to consider getting married and I want it to be you.”
“Listen to you. You sound like you’re checking something off a list, not planning to marry the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. Sicheng, you don’t love me.” You state plainly. “Besides, we’d make each other miserable.”
This emotion with this level of potency is something Sicheng had never experienced before. Your eyes on him felt cold and intrusive. He wanted to scream for you to get away from him to save him his pride, but a weaker part of him that’s been beating him down since he bought the ring prevailed.
“You really feel nothing for me?” He immediately regrets the question after hearing how weak he sounded. His eyes flit all around the room in an attempt to avoid you.
“After everything I’ve said you’re still thinking about yourself.” You sound like you’re self-reflecting rather than speaking to him at this point.
“I’m sorry, I really am.”
“I told you I didn’t want your apology. Just let this go.” You gesture disinterestedly, no, you refer to your past relationship as if you’re appalled by the whole thing.
Sicheng realizes now that he definitely made an oversight. If only he didn’t tell you he didn’t love you in that damn text. If he had just stuck it out for a year or so, he wouldn’t be having this much trouble. You’re hurt, too hurt to be upfront about your feelings.
“Please. Let me change your mind.”
The doubt is quickly evident on your face but surprisingly eases up after a moment. “Okay. Do it.”
Again Sicheng is forced to deal with a response he didn’t expect. He was ready to plead a few more times before you folded. Sicheng sinks to his knees, eyes locked onto you as he does so. He reaches under your tattered dress to pull your panties down and you scoff, expressing how disappointingly predictable you thought Sicheng was through your eyes.
“You’re gonna fuck me to show how much you love me?”
“You said yourself it was the best part of our relationship.” Sicheng kisses up your thighs, surveying you as you clench your teeth and drop your guarded expression. It was already working. Sicheng’s index finger skims across your folds, freezing upon his discovery. You were bone dry, even when he pushes his fingers past your labia.
“Don’t just sit there and stare at it. Do something about it.” You reprimand before gripping his hair and shoving it into your pussy. Sicheng is normally turned off by a dominant woman, but the way his groin started to ache forces him to realize how long he’s gone without sex. He hasn’t had a break from sex so lengthy he resorted to porn in years. So he starts eagerly lapping at your folds. “That’s right, get it nice and wet.”
Your grinding against his face makes a squelching noise so obscene he’s getting hard fast enough to humiliate him. His pants were already starting to strain while he had to apply moisture to your vagina. His nose was pressed right against your clit as his tongue swipes between your folds. He’s generous with the saliva, coating you with a layer so thick it was dripping back down onto the floor.
“Mm, you were always so good at this. When you actually fucking did it.”
“You came regardless.” He mutters before lapping at your slit, licking from your taint up to your hardened clit. He flicks the fabric that was ridden up over his head backward and fully cloaks himself under your dress. You lose your grip on his hair as he shoves his face further into your heat, thrusting his tongue inside you. He’s as rough as he always was, nails indenting in your skin as he makes little to no effort to ease you into it. “Go ahead, make me love you Sicheng.”
He groans against you as he fucks you with his tongue with more fervor. He hasn’t gotten any in a long time and you probably weren’t getting any either. It makes it all the more plausible you’d remember the magic and come crawling back. You were getting wet now, he could taste it. With his nose back against your clit you were grinding against his face. He pulls back with a hum, licking his lips.
“Been a while since you got eaten out? So desperate.” His condescension was back in full swing with the help of his renewed confidence. When you just chuckle he returns between your thighs and lets you grind on his face.
“If you think this is desperate you should see me other Friday nights.”
Sicheng slides his tongue from your hole and pulls back from under your dress. You just smile smugly when he stares up at you. Before Sicheng met you, you barely had sex. He was at a frat party when Kun vented to him. The two of you did nothing sexual. The furthest you ever went was neck kisses and you requested them shyly ever since. The way he described you was as someone who got worked up by the smallest instances of physical affection. And now you were fucking a new guy every week?
“You said I shattered your heart.”
“Okay, so fix it like you said you would.” You raise your eyebrows, getting impatient from all the talking. You try to push his head back but he pulls away.
“I want to fuck you now.” He grabs your hand and tries to guide you toward the bed but you stay put. “The floor is fine.” You say nonchalantly.
Something about what you said and how you said it makes his chest tighten. He settles on the floor, still unsure about the whole thing. He tugs you onto his lap where he can kiss you and keep your chests pressed together. But you just push him back and undo his pants. How was he going to revive your love if you refuse to get close to him? In his frustration he flips you over, trapping you under him as he scowls. He only gets more worked up when you roll your eyes.
“Missionary? Really?”
“This bothers you but getting back with Kun doesn’t?” Sicheng spat, letting his bruised ego and rising resentment get the best of him. You sit up on your arms and gawk at him.
“What did you just say?”
“You’re pushing me away and acting like you barely want to touch me when shacking up with Kun was no problem for you.”
“Don’t fucking act like you care now to weaponize it against me.” You shove at his chest before sliding from under him.
“Care now? You didn’t get the note?” Sicheng asks, genuinely confused. The look on your face helps him understand that you did get the note. Your utter disbelief dissolves as you process the information. You laugh humorlessly, blinking away your tears. “Wow… if you had told me that just a year earlier you would’ve ruined me.” You seem somber as you sit in silence.
“I wasn’t going to send it but I could tell you were doing it to get back at me and it pissed me off-”
“I don’t care.” You express soberly and tug him by his shirt, repositioning back to the position he put you in. “Come on, I believe in you. Fuck me until I love you.” You goad him. Despite being belittled, Sicheng angles himself before shoving inside you. The force pushes a strained noise out of you. “There you go. Fuck me rough like I know you can.” You grit. The slam of his hips is brutal, perfectly expressing how frustrated he is. He wanted to fuck the arrogant bitch out of you.
Each thrust drives your body further up the floor until he grips your hips. He accompanies his break-neck thrusts by slamming you against him. You’re borderline shouting from his cock barreling inside you and he catches a glimpse of the old you. The way your eyes screw shut with your eyebrows pulled together as you moan helplessly, you react exactly the same as when you were dating.
“Fuck me until I can’t walk!” You wail before throwing a hand over your head to support you. Sicheng hadn’t had rough sex in an even longer time. The last girl couldn’t take it as well as you do. She always complained. You always liked it deep and hard, until your legs ached.
Sicheng is more than eager to give it to you again. He doesn’t know how you’re feeling but he is starting to feel like he did before. When the two of you would just go at it for hours.
“Missed your slutty pussy.”
“I bet you did. You made it this way.”
You sneer when he clamps his hand around your throat. “Shut the fuck up already.” He knows how to achieve that, so he lessens the speed and delivers more punishing thrusts. You struggle to moan let alone speak. He knows you’re fucked when your hands flail in search of something to grip. One lands on his forearm while the other grabs his shirt to clench.
Your hips buck and attempt to break free from his grasp but he maintains his tight grip. Your walls flutter around him and massage his shaft. You’re drenched now, clenching around him to help him get off. You even smile up at him.
“Pull out.” You say, still smiling even after Sicheng’s falters. “What?”
“Don’t cum inside me.”
Sicheng grunts and pulls out, unable to continue the conversation as the friction gets the best of him. He starts to jerk off and you move from under him, avoiding the semen that sprays from his tip. By the time all of his cum was tugged from his cock all of his momentum was gone. “Are you off the pill?”
That would make no sense if you’re having sex with more people, but he’s still confused when you answer. “Nope.” You stand and straighten out your dress, not sparing him a glance.
“So you think I have something or…”
You sigh as you pull your panties back on, annoyed by this conversation. “Oh, I almost forgot.” You finally look down at him, eyes following his as he stands as well. “Thank you for my last Friday night hook up.”
Sicheng felt much less confident than when he first saw you tonight. Your words filled him with unease. They were too vague for him to do anything with. “Your last?”
“Yes! And what a hook up it was.” You seem triumphant for reasons that were beyond Sicheng’s comprehension. You move closer to him and flash a quick smile.
“I felt nothing.” You state emphatically, brimming with pride as you stare Sicheng down. He grinds his teeth, eyes wide as his nostrils flare.
“You’re a fucking liar.” He fires the words at you but you remain unaffected, smiling as if you weren’t demolishing his pride.
“But I’m not. You failed to make me love you.” You mock his plan. He’s realizing now that you never thought he could do it in the first place. “I have to thank you for something else, though. Being here with you, listening to you talk, experiencing how you fuck again? It all made me realize that I do love someone else.”
“Who?!” Sicheng explodes, stepping so close your bodies are mere inches from touching. “One of your one night stands? You really think they love you? You’re still just as naive as you were before.” He snarls, harsh exhales of his nose hitting your face.
“Someone who never propositioned me once.”
Reality crashes down on Sicheng when he realizes he fucked up again. That and the fact that there was very little he could do to change your mind. At this point, he just wanted to hold on for the sake of his dignity. “Please, I can take you out-”
“After you left me I had it all wrong. You convinced me sex was what I needed and he made me realize that wasn’t true. He loves me and he makes me happy, and for once I'm not lying to myself when I say those things." You pat him on the shoulder, content as you leave the room.
Sicheng stands alone, replaying the events that just transpired against his will. He does it over and over, standing in that room for an indeterminate amount of time. You, the pathetic chick from college begging for validation were the same person smiling in his face as you broke him down. He races toward the door and flings it open. The party had long since died down, indicating how long he had been in Krystal’s bedroom. The sedated atmosphere forces Sicheng to wallow in his self-pity, coping with his failure.
Epilogue;
The first sounds you hear are birds chirping as your eyes flutter open. The sunlight is soft as it enters your eyes. You raise slowly from the bed, inhaling deeply. Another nightmare-free Saturday. Dejun stirs next to you and you look down at him fondly. He smiles groggily.
“Sleep well?” His voice is scratchy and his dark hair is a tangled mess on top of his head. You smile with a smile giggle, settling back onto the bed and nuzzling into his arms. You brush his hair away from his eyes.
“Perfectly.”
➻ end of act iii
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