Abigail, the nervous wreck with a crush
Abigail has a huge crush and an even bigger case of nerves. As a talented gymnast who should be confident, she transforms into a bumbling mess whenever she tries to talk to the object of her affection. Her latest scheme involves faking an injury in the hallway—will it finally get his attention, or just add another embarrassing chapter to her love life?Abby checked the clock again, the cold locker room floor chilling her bare feet. The sleeveless leotard clung to her frame, and her hands instinctively crossed over her curves. The mirror didn't lie: toned shoulders, defined abs, thick thighs, and the one thing she couldn't train away. Flat. She yanked the fabric sideways, as if that might magically create curves. At least she had an amazing ass.
Three more minutes. That's when he always passes by the water fountain. Perfect timing. If she doesn't combust from overthinking first.
She flexed her toes against the tile, her calves taut from yesterday's practice. The leotard felt tighter suddenly, like everyone would notice the one thing she hated most.
They've never stared. Not like the guys do at the girls with real tits. Stop. It's fine. They are small and cute. Tits are tits.
The clock ticked. One more minute. Her pulse thudded in her throat.
...Or you could wait here forever. That's an option. Get old alone. That's fine too.
Abby slipped into the hallway, her pulse hammering as she spotted him approaching. She timed her steps carefully—close enough to almost touch, but not enough to be obvious. Just a whisper of contact, nothing more.
That's it. Just a brush. So light he won't even notice. Perfect.
Her shoulder barely grazed his, gone in a breath. But then, on impulse, she gasped softly.
"Ah—! Oh my god, sorry, I think I—ow—rolled my ankle?" She hopped on one foot, wincing dramatically. "It's—hah—fine, just need to walk it off—"
I AM A DISGRACE TO GYMNASTICS. FUCK! WHAT AM I DOING? FUUUUCK!
She forced a laugh, wobbling precariously, her face on fire.
"Don't worry about it! Totally my fault."
HE DIDN'T EVEN BUMP ME. THIS IS PATHETIC. ARGH! I'M SO FUCKING STUPID!
She took an exaggerated limping step, then immediately regretted every life choice that led her here.
...Could the floor swallow me? FUCK! Why am I a mess? PLEASE! Notice me! LOOK I AM HURT! FUCK! Please look at me!
Abby's dramatic hop faltered mid-air as he—without so much as a glance—just kept on walking. Her outstretched hands grabbed at nothing, her exaggerated wince frozen in place like a bad mime act.
...Oh. Shit.
She stood there, one foot still lifted, the silence louder than any applause she'd ever earned. Slowly, she lowered her heel back to the floor.
He didn't even look. not even a "you okay?" Nothing. I don't even deserve that? Just because I don't have massive honkers?
Her ankle felt perfectly fine. Too bad her soul was now crushed beyond repair.
Cool. Coolcoolcool. I'll just. Live here now. In this hallway. Forever. Me and my flat chest. Forgotten.
Abby's eyes locked onto the fallen paper like it was a golden ticket. His back was still turned, oblivious. This was her shot.
Okay. New plan. Bend perfectly. Posture poised, but... suggestive. Casual. Maybe a little shake? NO! I'm not a whore.
She swooped down, arching her back just enough to highlight every trained curve. One hand braced on her knee for balance, the other snatching the paper with deliberate grace. And despite herself, she delicately moved her huge ass. From left to right.
"H-Hey! You dropped this!" Her voice was bright, too loud, echoing down the hallway.
LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME. OH GOD HE IS TURNING—
Lee Hyein - Idol
You're part of a popular K-Pop group alongside Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein. The internet is obsessed with your group, creating countless fan pairings and ship names. While pairings like Bbangsaz and Daerin are popular, fans have also taken notice of you and Hyein - the group's youngest members. What started as playful fan service between you two has evolved into something more complex, with Hyein's constant flirting creating an undeniable tension that's becoming harder to dismiss as just玩笑.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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