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cuquitalocita · 4 years ago

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kids and car rides- feysand

AN: hi yes hello there- again, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve written anything so here’s something i’ve been pushing myself through for these past couple of days. this is my first time writing feysand so i’m sorry if this sucks- i have to wake up for school in... five hours... so... yeah. if there’s any typos or the plot is kinda... ?? just... cut me some slack :) anyway, hope you enjoy!

part two

Feyre was going to murder her boyfriend.

No- mutilate was more like it. How and where were truly her only thoughts as she glanced around her at the full bleachers of screaming students covered in black and blue face paint.

Dating Tamlin Hybern had been nice at first- surreal if anything. When the star lacrosse player had taken an interest in the quiet girl at the back of the class who spent her free time in an art studio, Feyre had been flattered. He had asked her out in between classes a few months ago and Feyre had managed to stutter out a blushing, yes, still reeling that the handsome blonde had even noticed her.

But her relationship was dull and boring, lacking in color, and gods, Feyre needed to end it.

Tamlin had dragged her to the football game, practically begging on his knees for her to come with him. Feyre had relented, not even having enough time to shower after her art class before Tamlin was picking her up. But the second they had pulled up to the school and gotten out of his truck, Tamlin had disappeared with Lucien and left her in the bleachers with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek and a promise to find her later.

It left Feyre seeing red. The crowd raged around her as the Bats scored a touchdown, and Feyre glanced at her phone. Shit. It was seven-thirty, meaning Nesta had already left on her date with Tomas, leaving Feyre without a ride home. Elain was out with her friends, actually enjoying her Friday night as a teenage girl should, and Feyre was left alone and ready to leave.

She had been at the game for thirty minutes, in which the sun had gone down, blanketing the sky in a twilight full of stars. Feyre would stay if only to watch them a little longer- her favorite thing to paint. But as the crowd raged again, Feyre stood up from her spot on the bleachers and began pushing her way through the crowd and back to the parking lot, ready to walk home. It was only a few miles, really, and she had her sneakers on. She could manage.

“Feyre!” A kind voice broke through her thoughts before she was halfway through the crowd, and she turned to see the familiar face of Morrigan from French class.

Feyre’s lips turned up into a smile at the sight of the girl and her racing heart calmed a little as Mor came closer, stopping in front of her.

“Hey, Mor.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you hated football.” Mor’s question was innocent, lacking the judgemental tone that most people would have added on.

“I do,” she snorted. “But Tamlin wanted me to come, so here I am.”

Mor’s smile turned down at the mention of her boyfriend. The girl had never tried to hide her dislike for Feyre’s boyfriend, even if the two of them weren’t very close and although she should have been offended, Feyre relished in her honesty. “Either way, I’m ready to go. See you Monday, Mor.”

“Wait, do you need a ride?” Feyre smiled, shaking her head at her easy kindness. She knew she liked Mor.

“Thanks, but it’s really fine. I only live a few miles down the road- I’ll be fine to walk. Besides, we’re not even halfway through the game. Stay.” Mor bit her lip, clearly deciding whether or not to pick a fight, but Feyre fixed her with a look that eventually had her sighing.

“Ugh, fine. But text me when you get home. Who knows what kind of creeps are wandering around here.” Feyre nodded, squeezing Mor’s hands in thanks, and left the bleachers, stopping only when she was back in the student parking lot.

She pulled out her phone, remembering that she came here with her boyfriend.

>> Hey wasn’t feeling well. Getting a ride home from Nes.

It was five minutes before he responded.

<< sure thing- see you later babe

Feyre scoffed, shoving her phone into her back pocket. Unlike Mor, he had not asked her if she was okay and to text him when she was home safe. She had told him that Nesta had a date too- which he obviously hadn’t been paying attention to.

Ready to start walking, Feyre patted her pockets, looking for her ID, just in case anything happened, only to find them empty.

“Godsdamn it,” Feyre muttered under her breath, realizing she must have forgotten her wallet back on the bleachers. Turning back to the field, Feyre almost tripped on her own feet when she heard a little voice behind her say,

“That’s a bad word. And my mommy says you shouldn’t say bad words.”

Spinning back around, she was surprised to see a little girl- no older than six staring up at her and twisting her little fingers together. Her jet black hair was pulled back into two short ponytails and Feyre swore she was one of the cutest things she had ever seen. Bewildered, Feyre stared for a moment before shaking her head.

“Uh- yes. You’re right- I… I shouldn’t have said that. And neither should you.” The little girl just continued to look at her in silence, causing Feyre to raise her brows. Who was this girl? And why was she by herself? What kind of parent left a little girl alone at a high school at almost eight o’clock?

“What’s your name? Are you lost?”

“My mommy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” At that, Feyre smiled a little bit. She bent down, putting her weight on her knees so she was eye level with the girl, and mustered up her friendliest smile.

“That’s very smart of her. Well, how about this?” Feyre stuck her hand out to the girl who eyed it warily but didn’t back away. “My name is Feyre. I go to school here. There, now we aren’t strangers anymore.”

The girl’s eyes widened and it was then that Feyre noticed their unique color, unlike any she had ever seen before. Her eyes were a beautiful violet, and in the reflection of the moon, she swore she could see stars in her eyes.

The little girl took her hand, practically dwarfed from the size of Feyre’s, and she gave Feyre a small smile that had her melting just a bit.

“My name is Thebe,” she finally said, her voice small.

“Well Thebe, are you lost?” She nodded, looking at the ground. Feyre gently took her small hand, forcing the girl to look at her, and smiled again. She could see small tears beginning to form in the little girl’s eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. I’ll help you get back. Who are you here with?”

“My brother,” she responded, and Feyre clenched her teeth. What kind of brother left his little sister alone? With all the fighting she did with Nesta, Feyre knew her sister would never have left her alone in a public place, let alone at night. Once again, Feyre was seeing red.

“Okay then. Is he at the football game?” Thebe nodded, and Feyre deduced that she must have snuck off into the crowd, bored with the game. She couldn’t say she blamed her.

Taking the girl’s hand in her own and trying not to sigh when little fingers wrapped and her own, Feyre led the little girl back to the raging football game.

“Do you think you can show me where you were?” Thebe nodded and gripped her fingers tighter, pulling Feyre through the bleachers, using her as a shield from the crazy teenagers.

Feyre saw Tamlin through the crowd and quickly averted her gaze, focusing back on the girl in front of her until they came to a stop on one of the bottom bleachers. It was surprisingly empty, other than being filled up with athletic bags and water bottles.

Feyre frowned, following Thebe as she sat down next to one of the bags and pulled out a small jacket that was clearly her own.

“Thebe, where is your brother?” It was then that the little girl pointed out to the field. “Your brother is playing?” Thebe nodded, leaning her small head on Feyre’s shoulder, her hair tickling her neck, and Feyre admitted that maybe she could stay at the game a little longer, even if she would eventually have to deal with one of the loathsome jocks. But her blood still boiled at the fact that her brother had left her alone. Gods know what could have happened to her if someone else had found her.

“Why did you let me walk you back?” Feyre wondered aloud. Thebe shrugged.

“You’re pretty. My brother says you can always trust a girl with pretty brown hair.” Feyre blushed, the compliment warming her to her toes.

“I think you’re pretty too Thebe,” she whispered.

It was only then that Feyre realized how cold it had gotten. She shivered, running the free hand that wasn’t around Thebe up her arm, which was barely covered with a paint-stained t-shirt. Thebe only reached into the bag in front of her and pulled out a much larger jacket, one with the familiar school colors. She handed it to Feyre, who quickly realized it was a varsity jacket.

“This is your brother’s jacket Thebe. I can’t-”

“He would share.” Feyre fixed her with a look which Thebe returned with a more convincing one. “Trust me- he would.” Another shiver ran through her and Feyre, sighed, relenting, and shoved her arms into the jacket, immediately warmed.

They stayed there for a while, watching the game in silence as Thebe began to doze off on her shoulder. Feyre hid her smile as the bleachers creaked, announcing that another person was coming to sit. She looked up to see Cassian Guerra lifting himself onto the bleachers, a carefree grin on his all-too handsome face. The football player’s hair was pulled up in a bun and Feyre vaguely remembered Nesta saying something about him. She doubted it had been positive.

Feyre remembered Tamlin mentioning how Cassian had gotten injured and was out for the season. It was cool of him to come and support his team.

His hazel eyes glanced over the little girl next to him and he grinned.

“Hey, Thee, I thought you were with Az. New babysitter?” Feyre scowled and the little girl seemed to brighten as she looked at Cassian- then at Feyre.

“New friend,” was all she said, bringing a smile to both her and Cassian’s faces. It was then that he truly looked at her, and a spark of recognition flashed through his eyes.

“Hey, you’re-”

Cassian broke off as a buzzer sounded through the stadium and the crowd erupted into cheers. He was grinning at her, and Feyre managed back a small smile as Thebe shoved her head into her shoulder. The crowd began emptying out, and Feyre turned to Cassian, meaning to ask what she should do with the little girl. Not that Feyre was too eager to part from her. But he had vanished, finding somewhere else to be, and Feyre huffed, waking the little girl.

“Alright, I think it’s time we found your brother.” Feyre got up from the bleachers, taking the little girl down to the field where most of the players were still talking to each other and clanking helmets. “Okay, tell me when you see-”

“Rhysie!”

Feyre’s heart dropped into her stomach as she realized who the little girl was pointing at. Because not ten feet from her, looking impossibly attractive in a way that shouldn’t be possible after sweating for two hours straight, was the bane of her existence. With his jet black hair and twin eyes to Thebe’s, he looked like a god made man.

“Your brother is Rhysand Knight?” Feyre practically screeched at the little girl holding her hand.

Thebe nodded excitedly as Rhysand jogged over to his little sister who had quickly abandoned Feyre’s hand and met him halfway. He scooped her up into his arms easily, the grin on his face much too gorgeous for a high school boy, and Feyre grit her teeth.

Maybe it was just her, Feyre realized, that had to have some sort of connection with the most popular boys in school while managing to remain in the background herself. Rhysand was the captain of the football team and unsurprisingly, loved by most of the people in the school. If he wasn’t so infuriating, Feyre may have even liked him.

But from debating her points in English class to attempting to speak to her afterward, Rhysand Knight was nothing more than a massive pain in Feyre’s ass. A handsome pain, coincidentally, but Feyre refused to acknowledge that at the moment.

“Hey Thee,” he smiled, placing the girl down. “Enjoy the game?”

It was only then that he noticed Feyre standing behind his sister. It seemed that widening eyes ran in the family, as Rhysand did the same thing his sister had as he gazed at her.

“H-hey,” he stuttered, the sound strange coming from his usually smooth lips. “Feyre, right?”

She awaited the inevitable words that always came after the sentence. Tamlin’s girlfriend, right?

“From English. With Suriel?” Feyre started in place. So he had remembered her.

But as Thebe ran up to her and tugged at her hand, Feyre ignored the flipping of her heart in her chest at his nervous smile. Instead, she nodded, her movements jerky and final as she arched an angry brow at him.

“Did you enjoy the game?” he asked, smiling casually again. Feyre huffed.

“I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I didn’t have to worry about something happening to your sister. I found her wandering around alone in the parking lot,” she snapped.

Rhysand frowned, glancing at Thebe quickly before looking back at her, pinning Feyre in place with his gaze.

“What are you talking about? I left her with Cassian and Azriel. They’re like brothers to her and they were watching her the whole time.” Feyre fixed him with a look that said they clearly weren’t and Rhysand’s gaze turned frustrated as he seemed to realize what had happened.

He sighed, kneeling down until he was eye level with his sister who seemed to be looking everywhere but at him. The sight brought a small smile to Feyre’s face.

“What did I say about running off Thee? And what did Mom say about talking to strangers?”

“But she said her name is Feyre, like the one you and Cass and Az talk about all the-” Rhysand cut off his sister’s rambling with a playful hand over her mouth and Feyre could have sworn she saw bits of red dotting his cheeks. She pushed away from the thought of how cute she found it.

“Alright, I think it’s past your bedtime you little menace.” Thebe narrowed her eyes and bit at her brother’s hand, causing him to leap back with a curse, earning an instinctual laugh from Feyre.

His gaze snapped to hers, softening at her laughing face, and his own turned into a small grin that sent her heart fluttering.

Shit Fey, you have a boyfriend.

Her cheeks colored as she noticed Rhysand’s gaze conspicuously running up and down her body and she realized she still had his jacket on. Feyre cursed under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear as she fumbled for the zipper on his jacket.

“Sorry, I was freezing. Here-”

“No!” Rhysand cut her off and the blush returned to his cheeks. “I mean- it- you look- uh, you’re just gonna be cold again. Keep it- for now.” Feyre shook her head, unzipping the jacket and handing it to him.

“I should head home anyway. Good game.” She tried for a friendly smile. She had never given him one. Feyre leaned down until she was eye level with Thebe.

“Thanks for being my game buddy,” she whispered. Thebe beamed, throwing her arms around Feyre’s neck. She hugged the little girl back and tried not to look at Rhysand, whose gaze she could feel on the two of them.

“Feyre, do you need a ride? I saw Tamlin leave and didn’t know...” His voice rolled over the words like midnight and Feyre shook her head.

“Thanks but I really don’t live far-”

“It’s going to start raining soon, and I’m not letting you walk home in the dark. Just take the gesture Feyre.” He sounded exasperated, running a hand through his hair. Her eyes narrowed.

“And what, Rhysand, makes you think I want anything from you?”

“Rhys.”

“What?”

“People call me Rhys. Especially people who let me drive them home from football games.” Feyre shook her head in disbelief.

“Gods, you’re relentless, aren’t you?”

“It’s one of my best qualities darling,” he smirked.

And there it was, that insufferable charm that had every girl at school drooling over him. Feyre couldn’t say she blamed them, even if it did slightly annoy her. She finally smiled, reaching over to cover Thebe’s ears with her hands.

“Only second to being a prick?”

“If I say yes will you let me take you home?” Feyre rolled her eyes and Rhys’ grin widened, both of them knowing she had long since relented. Rhys handed Feyre his jacket and she grumbled, shoving her arms through.

“Give me a second to find my wallet, then I’ll meet you at your car.” Rhys practically beamed in triumph, scooping his sister back up in his arms and heading back to the parking lot. Feyre loathed admitting that she watched them until they were out of her line of sight.

She sighed. It was those damn eyes. It had to be.

And it was because of those eyes that ten minutes later, Feyre sat in the passenger seat of Rhysand Knight’s jet black ford fusion. Thebe was in the back, kicking her feet to the beat of whatever song was playing on the radio- one that Feyre couldn’t hear over the pounding of her own heart, and Feyre eyed the little girl through her side mirror so not as to look at the boy beside her. She was keenly aware of the small amount of space between them.

Rhys drove safely, unsurprisingly through their small town, and Feyre gazed out the window until Rhys cleared his throat. She turned to him.

“So… how are you liking Bronte so far?” Feyre frowned before realizing that he was talking about the book they were reading in English. The book he had argued with her about to no end.

“I think you know the answer to that Rhys, considering you make it your business to disagree with me.” Surprisingly, the words held no bite to them, and Rhys smiled without taking his eyes away from the road.

“Well, darling, if you didn’t make it so easy to disagree with you, maybe I wouldn’t have to.” Feyre gaped at him and it was purely instinctual as she reached over the center console and shoved his shoulder as if they were best friends that did it all the time. Gods, what was she doing? She hated him. Maybe.

But if Rhys was surprised by her actions, he didn’t show it as he let out a laugh. Damn, that sound would be staying with her.

“Look, I’ll give it to Catherine-”

“If this ends with any Heathcliff support I will jump out of this car Rhysand,” she cut him off, tone deadly serious.

“No!” Thebe called from the back, causing both of the teens to laugh, catching each other's gazes before Feyre quickly looked away. She couldn’t be more grateful for how dark it was in the car so Rhys couldn’t see the blush attacking her cheeks.

“So, what brought you to the game tonight? Not that you don’t seem like that type of girl but you… don’t seem like that type of girl.” His chuckle sent goosebumps up her arm even though she was still wearing his jacket. Feyre fidgeted her fingers and gazed down at her lap as she shrugged.

“Uh, Tamlin asked me to come so… here I am.”

“Here you are… in my car.” Feyre sucked in a breath, glaring at Rhys from the side of her eye. The rivalry between the two athletes was no secret, and Feyre had yet to figure out where it had originated.

“It’s not like that, Rhys. He thought I left. I had… until I ran into a certain black-haired beauty.” Feyre smiled at the side mirror where she could still see Thebe singing along to the radio. Rhys finally smiled too.

“That’s fair. I know I can be a lot to look at once.” Feyre shoved him again, both of them laughing, and Feyre questioned when her life had turned so off-kilter.

“Shut up, prick.” She didn’t joke with Rhysand Knight. She didn’t even talk to Rhysand Knight outside of class. So what in the gods was happening?

“Turn here,” she directed, shoving herself out of her thoughts. Rhys obeyed, moments later pulling up in front of her dark house where clearly none of her sisters were home. They sat there in silence for what seemed like eons. Just… sitting there.

“Well-”

“I-”

The two laughed as they cut each other off and Feyre shrugged off Rhys’ jacket, shoving it into the open athletic bag next to Thebe, who grabbed her hand before she could pull back.

“Are you leaving?” she pouted. Feyre gave her a kind, tired smile, and nodded.

“Sorry Thebe, it’s past my bedtime. But I’m sure I’ll see you around, yeah?” The girl nodded excitedly and Feyre almost startled back when she turned to see Rhys looking at her with a strange expression on his face.

“What?” Rhys shook his head as if erasing the thoughts.

“Nothing… you just… surprise me.” Feyre snorted, ignoring the blush that had risen to her cheeks.

“Yes, well, my kid whispering does tend to floor men at times.” But Rhys didn’t smile, or say anything in return, leaving Feyre to raise her brows and clear her throat. “So, I guess it’s my turn to head out.” Feyre placed her hand on the door handle before turning back to the boy next to her. “Thank you. For the ride.”

Finally, Rhys smiled, his eyes betraying something that looked almost like… anxiety.

“Hey, Feyre?” The car door had just shut behind her when she heard his voice again.

“Hmm?”

“Would you want to…” Rhys scratched at the back of his neck and Feyre arched a brow.

“Would I want to…?”

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “Go over art notes sometime?” Feyre frowned, fully turning back around and crossing her arms in front of her body to shield herself from the night chill.

“I didn’t know you were in art.”

“Yeah uh- new class.” Feyre nodded, tapping her foot on the ground as she stared him down. Rhys stared right back, clearly unsure of what her answer could be. And she couldn’t help it as a small smile graced her face.

“I’ll think about it,” was all she said. “Goodnight, Rhysie.”

Feyre laughed at the sound of Rhys banging his head on the steering wheel and approached her house once more, using her phone flashlight to find the spare key Nesta had hidden somewhere. It was for that reason that she was still outside when Thebe’s little voice spoke to her brother.

“I like her hair. With the colors. She looks like a princess.” A frown graced Feyre’s lips once more as she subtly inspected a strand of her hair, wondering what the child was talking about. Sure enough, the strands crunched under her fingertips and Feyre had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming in embarrassment.

Of course, Feyre had forgone taking a shower before going to the game. And of course, she had been using her last period of the day as a free period in the art studio. And of course, she had mistakenly dyed her hair with acrylic paint that she had now kept while being in a car relatively alone, with one of the most attractive boys in school. Not that she cared about that, of course.

Cheeks burning, Feyre finally found the key and rushed into her empty home, wishing for nothing more than a black hole to swallow her whole in her embarrassment.

But if only Feyre had waited; had paused for more than a moment or tried to hear over the raging sea of emotions inside of her head, she would have heard Rhys’ dazed voice speaking words she wouldn’t even conjure up in a dream.

“Yeah. Yeah, she does.”

hope you liked it :)

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luvlyuno · 4 years ago

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alone (m)

What happens when your crush offers to let you stay a few nights but plans take a turn?

Pairing: Huening Kai & Female OC

[ft. TXT Soobin & Yeonjun, NCT Na Jaemin, ITZY Lia & Yuna]

Genre: Suspense, Little Angst, Ballet AU

Warning: Sexual Assualt, Rape, Arguing, Trust issues, Suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

Note: first post~

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“And 1. And 2” The girl leaped from point one to point two. Feeling the melody of the classical song. Her dance partner lifted her body off the ground, bringing her to a full 360 degree. “Great job Sujin. Impressive like always” The instructor complimented as the team finished practice. Sujin’s face turned into a light shade of pink, quickly thanking her instructor before scurrying to her bag to pack everything up.

“Hey Sujin, Miss Park wants to speak to you in her office.” Lia, a fellow member of the ballet academy said. The girl put her phone down walking over to the office surrounded by windows. “Miss Park, you called me?” Miss Park stood up from her desk with an envelope in her hand. “Look what I found in the mail.” The elder woman handed the thick envelope to Sujin. “It’s from Saebom School of Arts.” She commented. A layer of moisture grew on Sujin’s hands. Her hands started shaking as well. “Open it when you get home.” Miss Park lightly patted the girl on the shoulder as she walked outside back into the studio.

“Why did Miss Park call you in?” Yuna, another teammate and friend of Sujin asked. “She gave me this envelope from Saebom.” Yuna’s mouth was in an ‘o’ shape. “Well, I got to go. Someone was calling you by the way. Don’t forget to text me!” Her friend yelled running out of the door of the studio. Sujin giggled a bit, walking off to her slightly open duffle bag. The girl knelt, picking up her phone from her bag. A notification from the boy that she’s head over heels flashed on the screen. “Kai Jung.” She said under her breath. The two lovers met over summer dance camp. Kai was from a different ballet studio a couple of hours away from Sujin’s. They met by being paired up for a boy and girl dance duet at camp. Later growing mutual feelings for each other. She unlocked her phone immediately by pressing on the messaging app. Sujin typed away on her phone telling Kai that she will call him when she got home from the studio. Before leaving Sujin waved goodbye to her ballet instructor and went off to catch the next bus.

“Next Stop: District 9” Sujin got up from her seat walking out of the bus. She watched as the stores along the sidewalk turned on their neon lines. Shining through the darkness of Seoul. Sujin sighed heavily as a quick shiver ran down her back. Sooner than she thought, Sujin was already home ready for dinner. “Sujin’s home!” The girl’s older brother, Jaemin said, sliding through the hallway of their house. Sujin smiled as she took her shoes off. “Mom!” She yelled from the Mudroom. “Miss Park gave me this envelope from Saebom.” She made her way to the kitchen. “She told me to open it at home.” Mrs. Na hummed in response while stirring the soup for dinner. Sujin slowly opened the thick envelope, taking the piece of paper out.

“Oh my god.” She gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. “I got in! OMG, I GOT IN JAEMIN!” She squealed like a pig. The girl jumped in excitement, her once low bun undoing.” Jaemin hugged his sister. “Congrats sis! You got into your dream school! She nodded, smiling from ear to ear. Sujin turned to look at her Mom who had no emotion written on her face. Sujin’s smile dropped to a confused look. “Mom? What’s wrong” Her Mother looked up. “Isn’t this too much? Ballet is a hobby, not a career.” Mrs. Na questioned. “Mom, Sujin has plans ready for herself. She planned to be a professional ballerina and have a side business like what she has now.” Jaemin stuck up for his little sister. Sujin was on the verge of tears from all the arguing. “And!? What is that gonna help her in the future? I TOLD YOU TO BECOME A LAWYER-'' Mrs. Na was cut off. “BEING A LAWYER WAS YOUR DREAM NOT MINE! I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO BECOME IN THE FUTURE NOT YOU!”

Sujin then stormed off to her bedroom. Tears streaming down her face. Jaemin’s eyes following hers. “Wow, Mom. The time when you’re supposed to be a ‘supportive mother figure’ has gone to waste.” Jaemin ran after Sujin leaving their Mother dumbfounded. Sujin sat on her bed as she cried rivers. A sudden knock was heard. She didn’t feel like opening it, so she ignored the knocking. “Sujin it’s me Jaemin. Can I come in?” She stayed silent. “I’ll just take that as a yes.” Jaemin walked in taking a seat next to her.

“Why can’t Mom just understand that this is what I want for me in the future? What did I do for her to act like this? I don’t want to be under the same roof as her right now” Sujin complained as tears spilled out more. Jaemin sighed. “I honestly don’t know how to respond to this but I support you. Dad would support you too.” He smiled trying to brighten the mood. Sujin’s lips curled a little making Jaemin feel a little satisfied. “I’ll give you some alone time. I know you’ll probably trap yourself in here till she apologies, so text or call me if you need anything.” Then he left, leaving Sujin giggling a bit. Her phone started ringing all of a sudden.

Her phone lit up with the contact name Kai <3 on it. “Hello? Kai?” Her voice was raspy from all the crying. “Hi, Sujin! A-are you okay? You sound sick.” Sujin softly giggled at how Kai was worried for her. “I just got into an argument with my Mom. I don’t want to be here right now.” She pouted. “Wanna stay the weekend at my Grandma’s house with me? She lives near you. Same town.” Kai offered. He was planning to surprise her but plans took a turn. “Oh please, you’re a lifesaver Kai!” She smiled through the phone. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Around 4 pm.” Kai happily said. The two eventually hung up. Sujin laid down bored out of her mind. Until Jaemin barged into her room.

“Well, dinner was super awkward. Mom was just ranting to Dad the whole time but bro was like I support her.” Sujin puffed out a little chuckle. “Did you just call Dad bro?” Jaemin just shrugged then left her room. The next morning everything was so strange to Sujin. Maybe it was the fact that her Mom didn’t open her windows while she was sleeping. Or that breakfast wasn’t pre-made for Jaemin and her. Sujin rose packing her bags getting ready to stay at Kai’s Grandma’s house for a few days. She has informed Jaemin that she was going to sleep over at her friend Yuna’s place for a couple of days. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Kai texted.

“I won’t be able to pick you up. I hate to help my Grandma cook, so my cousins Soobin and Yeonjun will pick you if that’s okay?” Sujin replied with a quick okay then continued her packing. It was a little over 4 pm when Kai’s cousins Yeonjun and Soobin arrived to pick her up. “How did you and Kai meet? He’s never really had a girlfriend.” Yeonjun commented. Sujin was shocked at the assumption of the two dancers dating. “Oh u-um, we’re not dating. We’re just friends nothing more.” She blushed at the thought. “Hmm.” Soobin replied. The drive there was quite longer than she thought. That’s until Soobin offered to give her something.

“Hey Sujin, we just came from the store before picking up. Want some of these candies we bought?” It would be rude to decline so Sujin agreed. After a few sour gummies, she started to feel dizzy. Then everything went black. Sujin woke up in an unfamiliar room with a locked door and a glued shut window. What in the world happened? Dark thoughts polluted her brain.

“Oh! You’re awake.” In came Soobin but no sight of Yeonjun. “Where’s Kai? Are we here already?” She cluelessly asked not even noticing the object in the male’s hand. Soobin got closer to Sujin, inches away from her face. She was caught off guard. His eyes piercing through her soul. “G-get away from me!” She stuttered pushing him away. A smirk grew on his face. “I’m not gonna do anything to you.” She raised an eyebrow feeling the uneasy energy in the room. “How am I supposed to trust you?” Sujin slowly walked backward. Soobin follows as she moves. “I promise.” Soobin injected her with some type of liquid in her right arm in just a blink of an eye. To Sujin the room started spinning. She felt weak but a sudden burst of unusual energy burst. Soobin’s lip curled as he watched transform into a different state of mind.

“Yeonjun come in here.” The pink-haired boy Yeonjun walked into the room, eyes widening at the scene. Sujin wasn’t acting normal. “C’mon you go first.” Soobin pushed Yeonjun closer to Sujin who was laying on the white mattress. “This is wrong I’m opting out dude.” Soobin chuckled at the scared Yeonjun. “Oh is little Yeonjun scared to do something very bad to this little girl?” Soobin laughed again pushing Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Do it or I’m telling the student body that you’re selling you know what. And that would for sure get you expelled from going to your dream school.” The boy walked closer to Yeonjun who was awfully terrified. Just the threat alone could make Yeonjun do it with hesitation. He knew it was bad but still did what he was told. “Thanks for starting now, let me finish her.”

Soobin said without any emotions. Yeonjun stepped aside as he watched the screaming girl whine and cry. It was so hard for him not to call for help. Yes, he felt guilty for Sujin but reputation goes first in this cruel world. Sujin screamed and screamed for help. The immense pain Sujin didn’t sign up for was never-ending. As much as she tried to fight back or force Soobin to stop he would either reply by slapping her or making the pain worse. “Please Stop.” She whispered weakly. Sujin laid there lifeless.

“Hurry and get back in the car.” Soobin groaned leaving the room. Sujin wept to realize what just happened. She never thought that her first would be a crime. She hurriedly put on her clothes and walked out of the mysterious house. Soobin saw as she sulked all the way out of the house. He didn’t have the patience for this so he picked her up shoving her into the car. The night ride to nowhere was quiet. Besides the silent sobs and choked-up breathing that was coming from Sujin, there wasn’t a single word spoken.

“Get out.” The car came to a stop. Sujin looked up making eye contact with Soobin through the rearview mirror. “I said GET. OUT.” He repeated through his teeth. “Y-you were supposed to bring me to Kai..” She dragged her words. Soobin huffed. “I said get out!” He repeated once again annoyed. His sudden shout made Yeonjun and Sujin flinch. Sujin got out of the car grabbing her belongings. Just as she closes the door, Sujin gets a quick glance at Yeonjun. His facial expression filled with guilt. Seconds later the car left faster than light. Sujin stood there feeling the moonlight shine on her. She was left in the middle of a highway in Seoul. Sujin felt so dirty and disappointed in herself. All the times she tried to stop a car to get home they would just give her a dirty look.

“I could’ve stopped him.” She thought. Just within two days, her life went downhill. She quickly took out her phone typing a quick “I love you, Jaemin.” to her brother. “Doesn’t that bright light seem interesting?” Sujin asked herself. She stepped off the sidewalk. Her feet leading straight to her fate. The sound of honking did not faze her. The bright lights didn’t even make her squint. Sujin Na just kept walking to the middle of the road. Till she wanted to stop.

BREAKING NEWS: 18 YEAR OLD SUJIN NA REPORTED DEAD AT HWY NEO127. CT SCANS FOUND SHE WAS BRUTALLY RAPED BEFORE HER DEATH. CCTV SPOTTED THE TWO PERPETRATORS, SOOBIN CHOI AND YEONJUN CHOI. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE ANNOUNCED...

Jaemin’s shaky eyes rewind again and again. It’s been two years since her suicide. Her soul still lingers on Highway Neo 127.

Sujin Na.

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dianapana · 3 years ago

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SH Day 2: Fashion Statement

Modern AU, OOC

@sasuhinamonth

Bullies exist everywhere you look, in school, at work, on the street and most of all, on the internet. Countless bullies hide behind the anonymity the internet provides them in order to bring down strangers for no apparent reason. But there is always a reason, jealousy, an inferiority complex, a superiority complex, or plain and simple the bully is a pile of trash and no one should call it a human being. One of the worst things one can do when being active on social media is read the comments, because no matter how many positive comments there are, one bad comment outweighs them all. Scrolling through my Instagram I see the perfect example of this issue. Hinata is barely an acquaintance, I have not seen her since middle school almost a decade ago, she’s not active on any social media, or at least she wasn’t until today. The picture in front of me brings back all of my past thoughts of her, how pretty her face looked, how refreshing and pleasant her lower voice tone was; out of most people I was aware of at the time, she was one of the least annoying. The only thing that bothered me at times was her meek demeanour, how easy she’s fold under the pressure of bullies; and it would appear that she had not changed in that particular category.

The picture was there, I liked it, I looked through the comments, I saw all the negative ones, I saw them misgendering her due to her short hair and baggy clothes, I saw them calling her names; and then there was nothing, because the picture no longer existed. Much like in school, the bully applied pressure on her, and she caved in on herself and chose to hide.

I wish I had taken a screenshot of the picture to post myself, but that would have been an invasion of privacy. She looked older and more mature, her hair was much shorter than in middle school, almost a buzz cut. She had always worn baggy clothes, but her style developed to streetwear, all in all, the picture was, in my opinion, a work of art. But as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. I can’t explain why it bothers me this much the fact that she took it down, but it just does.

I hate all the entitled fucks that think people own them anything. Females do not own them femininity, males don’t own them masculinity and gender non-conforming people don’t own them an androgynous appearance. Gender and fashion style are different issues, they can reflect each other or not. People use clothes for various reasons, as art, as means of expression, or they use them to hide. We talked about this during one of my courses in gender studies in university and it fucked with my brain how many people, young people that are supposably ‘woke’ heard that for the first time. I was shocked how many were unaware of things that I consider common sense.

I have the urge to reach out, assure her that the shit those incompetent fucks commented is the furthest thing from fact. Maybe I also feel guilt, because I was aware she was bullied in school and never helped, my apathy always made me so sure that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t my issue to fix, it wasn’t my battle to fight, and this isn’t either; but I’ve also learned to understand that being quiet might not be as hurtful as actively attacking the person, but it’s damn near close enough. So, I click on her blank profile and shoot her a short message. ‘the pic looked nice. U didn’t have to delete it just cuz some ppl don’t know what style is’

It was partly to comfort her, and partly to prove to myself that I’ve become better even in the slightest. I press the lock button on my phone and the screen turns black, I put it screen down on my bed and leave the room trying to fool myself and the universe that I don’t care if she replies or not.

I return to my work desk, continuing this charade, I am actively trying to not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it. There is something about a 24-year-old Hinata looking the way she does, yet listening to haters, that just doesn’t sit well with me. I’m still in deep thought about the issue when my laptop dings, letting me know I received an email. I half expect it to be Hinata, but it’s work-related and my focus turns to that for the time being. Work keeps me busy for the remaining of the day, enough to push the whole issue out of my mind for real. In a blink of an eye over 9 hours have passed.

I wasn’t able to fully finish everything I wanted, due to some issues but I have to call it a day, since I worked overtime quite a lot. I go back to my bedroom and pick up my phone ready to order some delivery for the night when I see that Hinata responded.

“That was very thoughtful of you, thank you for the kind message.”

“I agree that I shouldn’t let myself be brought down, but it’s devastating in the moment.”

“I’ll try again.”

Her last message makes me click back on her profile to see that she reposted the picture with the caption saying ‘fuck you’. A sense of pride flows into my body, and I can’t fight the urge to comment as well, ‘fuck them all’. I go back to our little chat.

“Im glad u decided to post it again.”

I’m trying to formulate a compliment that doesn’t sound weird, I don’t feel like we are close enough for me to call her beautiful or pretty without it sounding like I am flirting, stunning sounds extreme, sexy and hot feel somewhat disgusting; yet all these five adjectives describe her, because she is beautiful, pretty, stunning, hot and sexy. I’m in the midst of this internal battle when I receive a reply.

“I am too. Thank you again”

I don’t feel like I deserve thanks, so I decide not to write back ‘you are welcome’, but I still want to compliment her so I click back to look at the picture, seeing whether having the picture in front of me will help. I’m lowkey annoyed when I get a notification that I have a new message from her, I am hell bound on finding a compliment and she is hell bound on stopping me. Either way, I click on the message, but upon reading it, my annoyance dies.

“I’m actually in Konoha for the first time in forever. I was thinking…if you maybe want to meet up? I’m here for a month, let me know if and when is a good time for you 😊”

Under normal circumstances, an invitation to ‘hang out’ from any former classmate be it elementary, middle or high school would annoy me further and I’d turn it down immediately. But for some reason, the idea of meeting Hinata after so many years, seeing what she is up to, interacting with her now as adults, makes me oddly enthusiastic. I reply before I can overthink the issue.

“Sure, we can meet, I’m free every Wednesday and throughout the weekend.”

Her reply is almost instant. “That’s perfect! See you Saturday” Reading her message makes me forget what day it is, so I have to look at my phone’s calendar; Saturday is the day after tomorrow, in less than 48hs I will see Hinata. My feelings are conflicted, they lay somewhere between nervousness, which is new, and giddiness, which is even newer. In order to calm myself, I do what I always do, set a goal. By Saturday I’ll have an appropriate compliment for the picture and her, it will have more impact if I say it face-to-face anyway, yes that’s the reason I want to see her, so I can feel as if I completed this little mission of mine, no other reason…

#sasuhinamonth #shmonth #sasuhina month #sasuhina #sasuhinafanfic #hinata hyuuga #hyuuga #susake uchiha #uchiha #dia story #diawrites #fanfic #day2

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moonyswolfie · 4 years ago

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Insecurities

So my bestie gave me an idea a while back and after turning it around and placing it in every possible scenario, I came up with this.

I’ve read plenty of fics on this very subject, so now it was time to write my own version of it.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: When insecurities are clouding your mind, Draco is there to make it all clear again.

Warnings: a little angsty, insecurities, doubts, fears. If you feel like this might be a trigger, please DON’T read.

Also, please keep in mind that no matter what, each and every one is beautiful in their own way. Good days or bad, you are still you and you are beautiful. Never think otherwise.

You closed the mascara tube and placed it back in the bag with the rest of your makeup. You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times, making sure there were no mascara stains, eyeshadow dust or lip gloss smudges anywhere.

Once your makeup was done, you sighed. You looked okay. That will do.

You were, in fact, very beautiful, but you just couldn’t see it, not today. Your friends made a habit of reminding you of this every time you had a bad day, but you usually brushed them off, thinking they were just trying to be nice. And then there was your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

He complimented you often, that was true, but he had no idea about your insecurities. You never told him and your friends were sworn to secrecy on the matter.

Truth is, you were afraid of him finding out about your insecurities, thinking that he’ll view you differently, as a fragile person in constant need of attention and reassurance. But that was not the case. You were, however, an overthinker, so the fears were there.

When you confided in Hermione about this, she looked dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if she wanted to yell at you, or smack you across the head to make you understand how wrong you were, but in the end she did neither. She took a deep breath and spoke calmly, yet firmly.

“Look, Y/N, I’m not Malfoy’s biggest fan, but even I can see how much love that boy has for you. He looks at you like you’re a work of art and at the same time, the most precious thing he’s ever had. Which might very likely be the case.”

You rolled your eyes at her statement, your mind too wrapped up in your fears to see the truth in Hermione’s words.

You moved away from the bathroom mirror and entered your dorm once more, placing your makeup bag on your nightstand. It was Saturday morning and you couldn’t wait to go down for breakfast.

Once you reached the Great Hall, you inspected the Slytherin table, looking for your lovely boyfriend, yet he was nowhere in sight.

You frowned. He should have been up by now, he’s an early riser. He wasn’t in the Common Room either, you’ve just been there. Before you could turn around and go up to his dorm, two strong arms wrapped around your waist and your back was suddenly pressed against a warm body behind you.

You smiled. You would recognize Draco’s cologne anywhere.

“Good morning, darling.” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck and hugging you tighter.

“Good morning. Hungry?” you ask, detangling yourself from him and heading for the Slytherin table, taking a seat right next to Blaise.

“You know I always am.” came Draco’s reply, a lazy smirk spreading on his face.

“Morning, gorgeous” Zabini greeted you as soon as you sat down and your smile disappeared instantly.

It wasn’t unusual for Blaise to get flirty with you, he was doing it mostly to annoy his best friend and most of the time you found it rather amusing, even played along a couple of times just to tease Draco. You were all almost out of school and they were still acting like children.

However, today wasn’t a good day. Not entirely and not for you, so Blaise’s comment wasn’t welcomed today.

You tried to hide your face from the boys, but Draco has already seen it, the moment your smile was replaced by a deep frown.

His hand grabbed yours under the table, bringing your intertwined fingers to his mouth and placing a long kiss on the back of your hand. When he faced you, you couldn’t place the expression he wore.

“Is he making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to hex him?” Draco whispered softly, yet the anger was easily identifiable in his voice.

“No, love. It’s nothing, I promise.” you tried reassuring him, but your fake smile wasn’t doing it. He knew you too well.

You made it clear that you were not going to say anything more on the matter, so he decided to let it go for now. Forcing you to talk will do no good, as you would only end up fighting and very likely saying hurtful things to each other that you will never be able to take back. So he waited.

After breakfast you made plans to study with the Trio for a few hours, before going to Hogsmeade with Draco for a date.

Noon came around pretty fast and before you knew it, you were rushing to get ready for your date. It wasn’t anything fancy, you two agreed on a simple, cozy afternoon at the Three Broomsticks, but you were determined to look your best.

After you were done with your makeup, you put on the dress you selected, a short and cute one to go on a spring day, paired with a long, black cardigan.

The Common Room was full of Slytherins running all over the place, some studying, some just spending time together outside the classroom. Draco was there as well, reading in a chair by the fireplace. He was wearing a green jumper and black trousers, a sight that made you stop and stare for a moment. Draco usually wore suits, so seeing him so casually dressed was a complete surprise.

But then again, this was supposed to be a cozy afternoon.

The moment his eyes landed on you, a grin spread across his face. The grin turned into an amused smile when he looked you up and down.

“I thought we agreed on cozy?” he said, making you blush bright red “You’re beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing, my love.”

He leaned down for a kiss, but frowned when you didn’t respond to it. He sighed, finally making the connection that’s been bugging him all day.

“Why won’t you accept the compliments? First Zabini, now me…” he trailed off, waiting patiently for your answer.

You looked around, but there were too many people for you to have a private conversation, so you motioned Draco to follow you up to your dorm. Once inside, you closed the door and thanked Merlin it was all empty now.

“It’s not that I don’t accept the compliments, it’s just…” you started, but the words were not siding with you today.

Draco sat on your bed and waited, determined to get to the bottom of the problem here and now. Truth is, he was worried. He’s never seen you like this before and he wanted to make it all better. He wanted you to know that he’s there for you and that you can confide in him.

“I’m not confident. I can’t accept your compliments today because I don’t see what you see. There are, of course, the good days. But sometimes, I have to deal with the bad ones too. Today was a bad one.” you admitted, looking anywhere but towards your boyfriend.

Draco looked at you, confusion (and hurt?) taking over his beautiful features. Clearly, he wasn’t doing a good enough job as your boyfriend if you felt that way. But more importantly, why did you feel like you couldn’t tell him? Did you not trust him?

He extended his hand in your direction and you grabbed it, only to land in his lap a moment later. A blush dusted your cheeks and he let out a small laugh, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me, darling?” he asked, his voice a meek whisper.

“I didn’t want you to look at me differently. I didn’t want you to think I’m this fragile little thing, because I’m not. But I’m also not as confident as other girls are.” you shrugged. “I overthink a lot.”

“I would never, Y/N, because you are not fragile. In fact, you are one of the strongest people I know.” he said, his hand cupping your cheek. “There will be bad days, filled with insecurities and doubts, and we’ll get through them together, because we are a team. I love you so much, sweet girl, and I’m sorry. I should have known, should have figured it out sooner.” he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, just basking in this moment with you.

“Hey” you broke the silence, several minutes later “how about we make this date a cozy night in?” you ask with a smile.

Draco lifts you up bridal style and places you on the bed, before laying down himself. You cuddle up into him, hiding your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his cologne that you’ve grown addicted to by now.

“Draco?”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.” you whisper and feel him pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fanfic #x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #angst #fluff #draco malfoy fluff

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factual-fantasy · 4 years ago

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Got 20 more asks, with some art this time! :}

Thank you! I’m very glad you like the way I draw them!

As to how I draw their glasses or any tips I have.. I just draw them exactly the way the show draws them, except they’re more square than rectangle.

Some tips?

Eyebrows go over the glasses, always. The little line coming down in the center of the glasses touches where the eyes connect. The bottom of the lenses go right about to the middle of the nose. Don’t make them too big, leave room for the eyebrows and the forehead. Make sure the glasses peek over the edge of the face, but don’t make them too wide, leave room for the sideburns and skin by the glasses arms. The glasses arms go right above where the ear connects to the head.

I would suggest looking up some references, from both the show and from other artists. My way of drawing glasses aren't perfect, but clearly they’re decent because you wanted to know how I draw them XD

Just do some research, look up some screen shots and try to redraw them. Heck, even trace them. Eventually you’ll find a way of drawing them that you like, like I did. :}

Oh! Thank you!.. But uh.. polite pass. I don’t drink coffee.. ●﹏●;

Thank you, for everything you’ve said.

I don’t think I’m okay anymore. I’ve been trying so hard to get my old self back, but its just not working. My energy, my motivation, my smile, everything, its just all gone. I’m so overwhelmed with all this doubt and uncertainty that I just don’t now how to function anymore.

Drawing is the only thing in my life I work towards and care about, and I am not exaggerating. But I’m loosing it. I don’t know how to do it anymore. I feel like pieces of my brain are slowly rotting away or something. I just fell awful and escaping to my little imaginary world isn’t working anymore.

Its like all the life is just getting sucked out of me. Although my new job is helping, I don't know if that’s going to be the cure. Peoples opinion of me weighs down so heavily on my shoulders that I hide my true self away in shame. I’m so afraid of being hated or upsetting anyone that you don't even know my real name.

I don't know what to do anymore. My memory is certainly getting worse and I have absolutely no drive to do anything other than drawing what so ever, and even THAT is starting to fail. I must be broken, like a shattered mirror, but I’m missing some pieces and don't even have a way to glue them back together if I somehow find them again anyway, so why even bother looking for them?

I just don’t know what to do anymore. Getting this job better fix it.

Of course! ♡ඩᴗඩ♡

Except for Big Blue. He’s “that guy is huge and can literally kick me to the moon” sized.

My Decepticons? In my brain soup currently. I haven’t found the energy or the motivation to draw them yet.

In the story? They’re all aboard the nemesis as far as I have decided.

I actually don’t drink any hot beverages.. I don’t drink coffee, I’ve never had tea and hot chocolate makes my stomach queasy. I don’t even really drink milk. or sodas or anything else. I just drink water, only water. That’s enough for me.

As for the characters though? Well let me think... let me split it onto categories.

Tea drinkers:

Brown Suburban

Ranger

Coffee drinkers:

Honda

A.T.Dragster

Hot chocolate drinkers:

Jeepy

White Truck

Miata

Beluga

U.M.Dragster

Both tea and coffee drinkers:

Escort

Suburban

Vega

Volvo

Green Truck

All of the above:

Beluga

None of the above:

Red Van

Hot Apple cider vinegar:

Bash Buggy

The primary reason why Bash Buggy was freaking out is because he was just scooped up off the ground out of no where.

He’s basically legally blind, so he didn’t instantly go, “Oh this is fine its just Brown Suburban.” He just went

Not that I can remember.. But I have made some AUs and I made a little brown puppy a part of one of them, does that count?

I have never played any of them myself.. but I have watched others play them and I have always liked watching them freak out over FNAF 2.

I also like FNAF 2 because it has almost all of my favorite characters in it. :}

I believe Ratchet would’ve had to inject the Synthetic Energon into himself when Volvo wasn’t around, because Volvo certainly would’ve stopped him if he was there. Even if it meant wrestling Ratchet to the ground to get that stuff out of his hand.

But sadly, Ratchet would have been completely infected by the time Volvo would have been around. He would’ve probably found Ratchet on the floor when Raf was trying to wake him up.

At first he’d think that he was hurt, or had that same “heart attack” thing like Escort did. He would panic and try to wake him. Ratchet would stir and groan about them being so noisy or something. When Ratchet sits up and looks Volvo in the eyes is when he’d see it.

Volvo’s entire demeanor would change, and he’d just look devastated.

“Ratchet... y.. you didn’t...“ Raf would look up and ask, “Didn’t.. what?”

Volvo would be so overwhelmed with the realization of what Ratchet had done, that he couldn’t even really respond to Raf.

I cant remember the episode very well.. but I believe as the episode progressed, Volvo would be constantly following Ratchet around. He knows that this stuff very dangerous because its incomplete, but he doesn’t know what its going to do to Ratchet.

He would try to get Ratchet to chill out when ever he’s about to do something stupid, and would’ve been there to try and reason with him when he wanted to fight Bulkhead.

He would’ve been there when Optimus and the gang confronted them. Ratchet might’ve shot some nasty comment Volvo’s way and Volvo would’ve been hurt, but he also would’ve gotten a lot more worried about Ratchet too. Getting that nasty comment really just confirmed to Volvo that Ratchet’s lost it. The Synthetic Energon has taken over and he worries about what might happen next.

When he heard about Ratchet getting hurt and bleeding out, he freaked out of course. Him and the other medics would’ve patched him up and Volvo would watch over him. He’d hover around nearby and check his vitals more often than is necessary.

After Ratchet woke up and had that chat with Optimus that I think I remember him having.. I feel like he would make a point to find Volvo and talk to him about it.

Volvo may be a younger medic, but he’s still tough. Thing’s don’t get to him as easily.. well, not normally.

But when Ratchet first woke up? The look on Volvo’s face spoke volumes. The way Volvo acted out of character and practically became glued to Ratchet was concerning. He wasn't reacting to the situation in the way Ratchet believed he would.

When he asked, Volvo would respond with something along the lines of,

“When I saw the color of your optics, I knew exactly what you had done. And it.. it frightened me.“ Volvo would begin to look saddened.

“I didn’t know what was going to happen and I.. I just.. I didn’t know how to help you..“ Volvo would look hurt, and like a child honestly. This tough little medic was genuinely struggling to cope with the situation.

“I now realize that.. I didn’t truly understand just how dire our situation is.. “

Volvo would fiddle with his hands nervously for a second.

“I understand why you took that risk, but still it hurts to know that you felt the need to walk into something that dangerous for the slight chance it might make things a little better..“

Essentially, Volvo didn't really fully know just how bad their situation is. And seeing his friend risk his life like that really got the point across like a kick to the gut.

They’d talk it over and get through it at the end of the day, but now Volvo has a new perspective of this situation, and of Ratchet.

Glad to hear I’m not alone in this! :}

Despite its controversy and my personal saltiness towards certain aspects of this series, I overall genuinely really did enjoy watching the Bayverse movies. All of them.

The Bumblebee movie was fantastic, and I like Transformers: Prime. But that’s it, just those three. :/

Thank you for all the compliments!! :> I will do my best to keep these things up!.. Even though its becoming rather difficult..

Thank you! I worked very hard on it! ♡(இ﹏இ`｡)♡.

SPEAKING OF VEGAS DESIGN!!--

As I am writing this, all 16 transformer ocs are getting a make over. (mostly Jeepy) So keep and eye on this post! Because if someone wants to use them for references, the post could suddenly change and the old designs will be outdated!

Don’t be so shy! XD These asks are fun! :}

Now Bash Buggy.. he wouldn’t actually register what you just did if you kissed him on the cheek.

The protective plating on his face has been peeled back so if you kissed him on the cheek, you would sting him a little and you would get a little bit of Energon on your lips.

He’d wince and look at you like?? What was that?? He cant see the Energon on your lips so he wouldn’t put 2 and 2 together.

But if you told him that you just kissed him on the cheek, he’d then get so confused and flustered. Like, “I?? Wh-.. but-.. thanks?? Uh??”

#my response #transformers #transformers prime #transformer ocs

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fairynavi · 4 years ago

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stronger than you | strong! fem! reader hcs

you are a 2nd year manager of karasuno and here are hcs on how noya, tanaka, and ennoshita react to you being physically stronger than you seem

☆ nishinoya yuu

you, along with yachi, were introduced by kiyoko as new managers for the club. you've been in the club for quite some time now and you're well acquainted with everyone now

especiall noya since the both of you are in the same year (and he's very excited about how they have a manager who's in the same year as him)

noya is just an energetic and spontaneous ball

he'll go to your classroom and shout your name so you could go to the clubroom together

you would find it very endearing if it weren't for the knowing looks your friends would give you whenever noya came by

OKAY SO

you joined in your 2nd year after leaving the martial arts club

why'd you leave? you weren't too keen on the suffocating competitive atmosphere in the club

the club president wasn't very good in keeping everyone organised

the club was overall just a mess and you didn't want to get involved in any more problems

while everyone's cleaning up, hinata and kageyama snuck to the court a bit a do extra spiking drills

you heard them bickering but you didn't actually expect they'd do anymore drills

but at this point, you weren't surprised anymore

this time, hinata went a bit all out and the ball came flying towards an unsuspecting noya who was drinking what's left of his water bottle

fortunately, you were nearby

you immediately drop whatever you were holding (which were brooms) and immediately go in front of noya, fixing your stance (like how you would during a hand to hand spar)

you use your arm and hover it steadily in front of your face where the ball was going towards

you successfully stop the ball, which you grab from the floor

you're unaware of the stares from the other people in the gym

"hinata! kageyama! be careful! you could have hurt someone!" you lecture the first years, to which they immediately apologize for (after they've completely processed what you just did)

you turn around and look at noya, who's just looking at you in awe

"noya-san? you okay there?" you wave your hand in front of him, where he finally responds by blinking

he finally processes everything, he's confused, he's blushing, he's staring at you in awe because a girl saved him?? a v v pretty girl saved him from a ball that could've hit his head??

he's just shocked, my dood

for the first time, he's at a loss for words

"earth to noya-san?"

he finally speaks

"[y/n]-san... that... that was so aWESOME! you're... i guess you were stronger than i had initially thought, y'know? thanks for saving my head there! you're so cool, [y/n]-san!"

you're blushing now too

sure, you've been called cool by other people, but it seems that when noya says it, it just feels so different

"thank you, noya-san..."

the next few days, he'll just bother you about where you got so strong and when he learns that you know martial arts, he just WANTS you to teach him some self-defense

he was already attracted to you when you joined the club as a manager

now he learns that you're actually physically stronger than you seem??

bro, he's infatuated

wait no, scratch that

he's head over heels for you

expect a lot of compliments from him

also expect a lot of, "[y/n], do you think you can carry me?"

"for the last time, noya, i am NOT carrying you"

☆ tanaka ryuunosuke

you already knew tanaka, during your 1st year, even before joining the karasuno volleyball club because of ennoshita

but you've only met with him once or twice on the rare occasions where you'd do a group project with ennoshita

you joined the volleyball club in your 2nd year as a manager for the boy's team when the club that you were previously in had disbanded due to lack of members

to everyone's surprise, tanaka recognizes you the moment you enter the gym

you quickly become well acquainted with everyone

it's been like 3 months since you've joined the club and you're comfortable with walking home with everyone

especially with tanaka since coincidentally, you live in the same neighborhood as him

this one particular day, tanaka says he'd forgotten his textbook in coach ukai's shop while you were already walking home with him

you guys weren't that far from his shop but you were already tired enough to go back with him

you let him go and retrieve his textbook, assuring that you'll be fine on your own

he runs back to the shop and you lean onto a pole nearby, waiting patiently for him

that's when two creepy men approach you and begin small talk, getting into your personal space too many times

they crossed the line when one of them tried to lift up your skirt, the other one pinning you onto the wall

before they could do anything else, you immediately go under his arm and out while it was still a bit loose and you immediately strike your hand on his nape, earning a pained groan from the man

the other one hesitated to attack you but he did, trying to punch you, but you immediately dodge, making him stumble and fall

using whatever strength you had left, with your adrenaline helping, you lift the other and drop him onto his companion, earning groans from the two of them

the moment tanaka comes back, he's immediately in front of you, in a very defensive stance, barking at the strangers

he doesn't look at you as he grabs your arms, pulling you close to him as you continue walking home

finally, he looks at you and notices the state that you are in

your blazer's unbuttoned, the blouse underneath lost the top button, your clothes are creased and your hair is just everywhere

you're sweating, still not recovering from the adrenaline rush from earlier

lowkey you look attractive rn

"[y/n]! are you okay?! are you hurt?! the hell happened back there?! did those guys try to touch you?!"

"tanaka, chill, i'm fine. just some random dudes trying to get touchy with me. nothing i can't handle"

he's relieved that you're okay and he makes sure you get home safely (ohoho what a gentleman) and once he gets everything in his head, he's in love

i mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a girl who just DESTROYED two men trying to touch her

the next day when you greet him, he's all blushy and scared because you might beat his ass if you felt like it

he later learns that you were taught self-defense at an early age and continued training up until now

tanaka will stare at you whenever you're talking with someone, hoping you wouldn't notice, but boy's just too obvious about his infatuation

the whole team probably knows his crush on you without him confirming it

☆ ennoshita chikara

you joined the volleyball club shortly after transferring to karasuno in your 2nd year

you're classmates with ennoshita, so you were relieved that you knew someone in the team

you quickly became friends with everyone on the team a few days later due to them being very friendly and kiyoko never leaving you confused during practice

once you're comfortable enough with them, you've shown your very playful side

leading you, along with noya and tanaka, to get some lectures from ennoshita

you were never one to actually do dumb things, but you always encouraged them to do the dumb thing

"im not a bad influence i swear" turns into "lmao yea, you should totally give that snake a pat"

even though you seem playful, you're still very reliable when the situation calls for it

you stopped a good amount of class fights and bickering to avoid it elevating to a physical fight

you've also stopped hinata and kageyama's bickering a few times

of course, ennoshita's noticed this and has developed an admiration to you

he didn't notice the thin line between admiration and infatuation

he finds himself staring at you a lot during practice now, always denying that he had a crush on you and just convinced himself that "i just respect her a lot"

it's currently the last day of the tokyo summer training camp, and you're helping out unloading a few more stuff that they bought

you're carrying two fairly heavy coolers, both of which are filled with refreshments

ennoshita sees you and sprints up to you, offering to help

"oh, there's no need ennoshita-kun, go ahead and eat, you should enjoy yourself"

there it is, that very sweet consideration that sends ennoshita's heart flying

"don't worry [y/n], i want to help you"

you smile and take up his offer, giving him one of the coolers

he almost droos the cooler from how heavy it was

he initially thought it wasn't at all heavy since you didn't at all look like you were having a hard time, he underestimated the weight of the cooler

you look at him in worry but then you burst into a fit of laughter, earning some attention your way

ennoshita was embarrassed as he tried to tell you to stop laughing at him

"sorry ennoshita-kun, but that was the reason i didn't want you to carry it, come on, give that back to me"

he stares at you for a bit, still not over the shock of learning how strong you actually are

you wave your hand in front of his face and he comes back to reality

"no, no, i can carry this, your shoulders might get sore, [y/n]"

AWWWW HE'S CONCERNEDD

while the both of you walk, you tell him about how you underwent some intense (somewhat unnecessary) training during middle school as you were part of the track & field club

once you deemed that the training was far too much and your body couldn't take it anymore so you quit when you went into high school

the reason you transferred was because your mom landed a job as a teacher for karasuno high

he's in awe about... just about everything about you

it's honestly not hard for him to fall for you at this point

he'll listen to you the rest of the day, wanting to get to know you more and more

when someone goes to help you carry something particularly heavy, he anticipates for their reaction over you being stronger than they are

he just loves you at this point, really

i hope i depicted them properly TwT

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #strong fem! reader #haikyuu headcannons #hq headcannons #ennoshita chikara #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #haikyuu imagines

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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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Falling in Love~ TFP! Orion Pax x Human! Reader (Sneak Peek of the Future Book!)

Plot: Y/N is a famous human that has many talents. She knows Orion thanks to her parents. The clerk couldn't help but fall in love with the cute human when they get to know each other more.

This is a sneak peek of the future book of Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x Hybrid! Reader. I hope you'll enjoy this! This book will come out in the future! So I do have some ideas and I decided to share it here. Music helps me a lot finding ideas. I'm not lying. When I listened to some songs, ideas come out. I mean not fast or immediatly. It needs time first my head. So enjoy this sneak peek!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the owner!

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Humans belong to planet Earth. That was their home planet. The only living planet. But what if that wasn't the case? A human named Y/N L/N, was the only human that lived in Cybertron. Well, not the only one. Her sire was a full Cybertronian while her mom was a human. Well, her mom was Cybertronian sometimes, but only when she was outside. Inside the house, she's human to take care of her daughter. Y/N's sire was a warrior that was good at fighting and would do anything to protect his sparkmate and sparkling.

You're wondering how Y/N's mother became the sparkmate of Y/N's sire and how she came to Cybertron. Well, let me tell you:

Y/N's mother was born in Earth and didn't had an easy life. She was treated horribly and lived at an orphanage. It was unknown what happened to her parents. When she was only 16, she was on her way back to the orphanage after schoo. There, she heard weird noises in the forest that she went to check it out. That's where she met an Cybertronian who was also Y/N's sire. The warrior was amazed when he met Y/N's mother close by. He was of course tall while Y/N's mom was small. That's when they hit it off. They became fast friends and they told each other everything. Y/N's sire felt bad once he heard that Y/N's mother lived in a bad staste. She didn't care if she got scolded or punished just for being late. She continued to sneak off and see her Cybertronian friend. Especially at night.

Y/N's sire story was that he decided to visit Earth once he read some datapads about it. He was amazed by humans and the nature. Once he managed to visit Earth, he had to hide immediatly so he scanned an random cool car and transformed. That's when he rode into a deep forest and found an cave to hide. He planned on staying in Earth for a month to study everything about Earth and to write datapads about it since on Cybertron there wasn't many info. He wanted to learn other Cybertronians that other planets can be cool. Once he met Y/N's mother up close, he coudn't help but fall in love. He finds her extremely beautiful that he almost fainted. He did everything he could to help his human friend whenever she was in trouble.

One day, Y/N's mother got kicked out just for being 'troubled'. She didn't do anything wrong! Her stupid bullies did that these fragging people believed them! Y/N's mother didn't care anymore that she simply dropped out of school and went to live with her Cybertronian friend. She made sure that she had clothes and money. Did I forgot to metion that the bullies destroyed her phone? The glass was broken and her phone wouldn't start.

Y/N's sire felt sorry that he let her live with him. They became more close that when it was almost time to go back to Cybertron, Y/N's sire was super romantic and confessed his love feelings to her at night in his... bipedal form. Yes, you heard me. Bipedal form. Cybertronians can do that. If they want to be small, then they can. They can't change into humans yet. He was so happy once Y/N's mother felt the same and that's when they kissed each other. Y/N's sire was like a knight in shining armor since he was metal with feelings and Y/N's mother was like a princess. And Y/N's sire surprised Y/N's mother by asking her if she would like to come to Cybertron and live there. His sparkmate was so happy that she said yes. Don't worry, Y/N's sire kept his sparkmate alive and safe when they were in space.

Once they both arrived in Cybertron, many Cybertronians were shocked that one of them was dating an different species. They accepted the human and were respectful towards her. Y/N's mother felt like at home. She felt connected there. Cybertronians asked Y/N's mother for perimission if they could study her. They weren't rough or anything like that.

One day, Y/N's mother came back as a Cybertronian because she wanted to surprise her sparkmate and she did. She felt more powerful. But she still had a human form just in case. One day, Y/N's parents mated ;) and Y/N's mother got pregnant. She had to stay human to keep the baby safe. Many Cybertronians were amazed how a baby human grows inside moms stomach. Cybertronian medics managed to get a bed and other stuff in a human size since Y/N's mother will need it. They also kept an eye on her while she stayed with the medics.

When Y/N was finally born, many Cybertronians were amazed. Y/N was so tiny due to being a baby. The medics did their best as they could to take care of Y/N and they did an excellent job. Y/N was healthy and safe. But Y/N was very special. She was born as a hybrid! An Cybertronian hybrid! How? Her sire was full Cybertronian while her mom was human. Y/N was very special that many Cybertronians complimented and supported Y/N's parents.

Y/N's sire wrote datapads about Earth, his love story and about Y/N. Y/N's parents watched their sparkling grow up and she discovered so many talents. The special ones were singing and dancing. How did she learn? From her parents. From her mom the most since she was human. Her sire studied and tried to learn. When Y/N was about 12 years old, her singing voice was very popular around whole Cybertron along with her dance moves. She liked to cover songs from Earth with her voice. Her sire managed to get songs from Earth through the computer. Did I forgot to metion that Y/N's sire was good at technology? Yep, that's right. Thanks to Y/N's famous singing and dancing, the whole Cybertron got to know her and they all loved her!

When Y/N was small, she met Orion Pax and Megatronus. She befriended both of them and they became good friends. Well, Orion became her best friend. He was a clerk that loved to read datapads and study. Yeah, he was a smart mech. You could ask him anything and he would respond.

Megatronus was just a good friend of Y/N's. Y/N would support him together with Orion whenever the gladiator was in the arena. He loved seeing Y/N sing and dance. He supported her too and was proud of her when she got famous.

Anyway, Y/N was 16 now and entered the Hall of Records together with her carrier (mother). Her sire was working so her carrier took her there. Orion asked Y/N if she would like to join with him where he worked and she happily agreed. She couldn't help but fall in love with the clerk. He was just so sweet, kind, supportive, shy and respectful.

Y/N's carrier found Orion and went to him. "Greetings, Orion."

Orion smiled. "Greeting." He then saw Y/N and couldn't help but show a big cuter smile. "Hi, Y/N. Are you ready?"

Y/N smiled back. "You bet I am!"

Y/N's carrier chuckled and looked down at her sparkling. "Behave, ok, sweetie?"

"I will, mom."

"Alright." She then kissed Y/N's forehead gently and gave Y/N to Orion, who gladly took her over. She then went off.

Orion then started to walk towards his desk that he was working. He loved helping others and gave data all the time. He smiled down at Y/N and she smiled back. They both were deep in love, but they don't realise it. They're just caught up with their works. Once Orion arrived at his desk, he set Y/N down gently and sat on his chair.

"So, how are you doing, Y/N?"

"I'm doing good, Orion. How about you?"

"I'm doing good. Megatronus pushed me a day ago to take a break, because I accidentally overworked."

Y/N hummed. "He is right. You need to take breaks. If you don't, then you'll have health problems."

Orion nodded and understood. "Did you released a new song?" He LOVED hearing her voice and he wanted to dance with her. But he didn't want to hurt her by accident.

Y/N smiled. "Yes, it's called 'We Found Love' by Rihanna together with Calvin Harris."

Orion then smiled shyly. "Would you please sing it?"

Y/N nodded and stood up. She then cleared her troat and started to sing and dance. Orion was amazed and couldn't help but put his servos against his chin while his elbows were on his desk. He looked dreamily at her.

(The song is at the end)

Once the song was done, Y/N bowed playfully and heard Orion clap. "That was beautiful!"

Y/N giggled while blushing. "T-Thank you."

Then the clerk had a question. "Do you have thoughts how you would look like as a Cybertronian?"

Y/N thought for a second. "I hope to have F/C armour and that I would look like a fighter. My carrier trained me how to fight along with my sire."

Orion smiled. He loved what he heard. "We'll see in 2 years."

That's right. Smart Cybertronians found something new about Y/N. She would basically have Cybertronian form when she reaches her 18th birthday. What did I tell you? She's born as a hybrid. When she will be 18, then she would finally see her Cybertronian form. Orion was imangining how she would look like. He knew that she would look gorgeous as a femme Cybertronian. The news about that spread around fast and many Cybertronains, especially her fans, couldn't wait to see her as femme bot. Especially her parents.

Orion then stroked Y/N's soft H/C hair with his digit gently. He finds her so beautiful. He saw that Y/N smiled at him while leaning into his touch. The clerk smiled back.

I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek! I'm sorry if some things were weird in there. I tried my best to share all of my ideas here. I worked hard on it to complete it. At least some moments were cute :)

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#TFP #Transformers Prime #optimus prime x reader #Orion Pax x reader #Romance

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doctorsurferbro · 5 years ago

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you are the sun (and i am just the planets spinning around you)

word count: 1252

Bryce x MC

aight so i decided to make a fic when I have two essays due in two days but it be like that sometimes. anyways, it’s missing Bryce hours and I have to get my fill somehow (since i already read all of the fics here twice) title from FOB’s The Last of the Real Ones

Loving Bryce Lahela shouldn’t be this easy. She somehow finds herself falling into an effortless routine of quick meets—nothing dirty, usually, just a quiet minute from their hectic lives where the two can just breathe—in supply closets and on-call rooms, flirtatious winks and passing comments that left her floating, and sleepy moments at the dawn of night, legs entangled and talking about everything and nothing all at once.

Loving him really shouldn’t be this easy. They are, after all, busy residents at a very prestigious hospital, working long hours well into the night. Only fools would try to maintain a relationship amidst the chaos of bizarre schedules and stressful hours, hence why she hasn’t been in a serious one in years. This friends-with-benefits situation they found themselves entangled in seemed perfect. They are, after all, attractive—and oh, she thinks, how attractive just didn’t seem to do Bryce justice—consenting adults who couldn’t afford a real relationship. They couldn’t handle anything serious, didn’t need the stress of a relationship when they already have mountains of it from residency. It had crawled upon her gradually, like the glow of a candle enchanting the room with its calming fragrance. It was in the way her eyes lit up every time she saw golden skin and twinkling eyes; it was in the way he never hesitated to offer a hug or comforting words of affirmation; it was in the way her first reaction to every victory and accomplishment and literally anything was to share and celebrate it with him first; most of all, it was in the way he’s just Bryce and the way she could just be her. In an atmosphere of death and sickness, Bryce is the sun, filling her darkness with warmth and light. He is something remarkable, a work of art sculpted by hands as delicate and precise as his (when she tells him this sometime between the tender hours of twinkling twilight and the low glow of dawn, he shoots her a smile, his body hovering over hers. I know, he beams, the words grinning of confidence, the tone whispering of wonder.) She has no idea of when this started to feel less like a… flirtation and more of a relationship, and if she’s being honest with herself, she can’t bring herself to care. Because at the end of every stressful day and the beginning of every serene night, she was with Bryce Lahela, and curled in the comfort of his strong embrace, she knows that everything was going to be just fine.

Loving him really shouldn’t come easier than breathing. “This means something to me,” she says. The words fall as easily as rain, but time slows like the short moments of an eclipse. She swallows, meeting his gaze with delicate vulnerability. “Does it to you?” He blinks at her, long eyelashes forming wet daggers under the hot shower steam as a soft smile etches its way across his handsome face. “Can’t you tell?” he asks, warm eyes of chocolate melting into her soul. She thinks about everything, the affection in his twinkling eyes, the look of moonlight on his golden skin, the way her heart beams in his presence, and she smiles back, gentle butterflies fluttering a soft flush onto her skin. “Yeah,” she says, offering him her heart, her soul, her everything. “I guess I can tell.”

Loving him shouldn’t be this easy because love never was. Bryce may have an overly confident (she thinks, however, that he deserves every praise, every compliment, every bit of admiration and more), happy-go-lucky exterior, but she knows better. The man had secrets, was more than just a scalpel jockey. It wasn’t easy being in a profession of death and darkness. Despite his bright grins and easy attitude, she knows that this job plagued him as much as it did the rest of them. Patients—people with families, with friends, with lives they can no longer live—lost under fluorescent lights and distant walls. They know that they aren’t at fault, but when faced with the mournful sobs and the cold hard truth of death, it’s difficult to place blame on anything but the hands that could’ve, should’ve, done better. “I don’t want you to see me like this.” His bloodshot eyes dart to hers across the very same dark supply closet he found her in so long ago. His head falls into his hands once again as she crouches down beside him. She murmurs soft affirmations, wrapping her arms around him, her thumb tracing comforting circles into his green scrubs. She doesn’t respond, choosing to press a kiss into his shoulder instead. I’m here, the squeeze she places on his arm says. Thank you, the head he places on her shoulder responds. In a supply closet, miraculously undisturbed and in a soft embrace, she thinks always, her heart beating in rhythm with his, and she means it. She knows she’s falling for him like a blazing meteorite, willing to fight a million battles just to see a smile grace his face, and she’s terrified. Love, this emotion she can’t explain, just this gut feeling she has ever since she first laid eyes on his bare chest and twinkling eyes that her soul pointed at his and whispered “him.” She thinks that she waited her entire life to meet him, and he was worth every minute, and she’s determined to spend at least a billion more by his side, through all the good, the bad, and the ugly. Always.

Loving him shouldn’t be this easy, but oh, how it was. His laughter is contagious, enlightening the open space with its melodic sound. They walk past the many colorful booth and rides, their enclasped hands swinging. “Wait, you’ve got some ketchup on your cheek.” He stops her to wipe the offending condiment left from the corndog she holds in her hand. “Ew, you’re so gross.” She wrinkles her nose jokingly when he proceeds to lick the sauce off his finger. “What? I’m not gonna let good ketchup go to waste.” He wiggles his brows suggestively, playfully nudging her. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when I’m being gross.” She rolls her eyes, but the enamored smile on her lips betrays her attempts to look annoyed. “You’re lucky I love you.” “Oh yeah?” he grins, his eyes gleaming with happiness. His smile is broad, soft and tender like warm rays of sunlight, and she can’t look away. “Yeah,” she breathes, squeezing his hand gently. “I love you.” “Cool,” he beams, “I mean, who wouldn’t?” At that, she laughs freely because the response is just so undeniably Bryce, and the scent of fresh flowers and green grass and possibilities in the wind sweeps her hair. He tilts her head and kisses her, a million worlds in his fingertips. It couldn’t have lasted more than a minute, but she tastes lifetimes in his swollen lips, feels galaxies in his hair (she can’t help but think, however, that in those million galaxies, she’s lucky to be in this one with him). “Good,” he says breathlessly, their foreheads touching, “I love you, too.” They share a smile, their hands soon entangled again, swinging with a freeness only fools in love have. “Ooh, you wanna win me a teddy bear?” “Baby, you know you got the real prize right here.”

Loving Bryce Lahela was easy, she thinks, a fond smile gracing her face as glowing stray rays of golden light illuminate his sleeping form, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

yes i could’ve used the whole keiki situation and his past but when I thought of it was almost done so eh. and besides, thought it would be nice to have MC comfort him when he usually does her. anyways, i love bryce lahela and come on PB let me make him my husband already

#open heart #bryce lahela #bryce x mc #bryce lahela x mc #open heart 2 #my fics #sooo i made something #and now im reposting it bc tumblr refuses to show it in the tags #yes i do have low self esteem and derive my worth from validation but im in therapy so its ok #gonna critique myself so i dont cry when others do it #the title is too long been on ao3 too long thats on me guys #yes i DID go overboard with the sun and space metaphor yes this IS cheesy and yes there IS no plot #and yes the ending is a bit rushed didnt know what to put so #but anyways give me the phrase i dont deserve #shut up sophia have more confidence #i tried my best alright

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supraveng · 4 years ago

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Agent of Shield - chapter 7

Summary: You are a relatively new agent at Shield, but not a field agent, apparently that is about to change when you meet the Avengers and they realize you are a valuable asset

Word Count: 2856

Characters:Steve Rogers x Reader, Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, OC Jacob Miller

@farfromjustordinary @ilovesupersoldiers @art-flirt

Chapter 7

You were barely in the med bay for an hour and your knee was already back to it's normal size. Expecting Dr Cho to be coming back and checking on your progress, you are surprised to see Nick Fury step into your room with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Heard you got into a little scrap today, how ya feeling?" he asked as he handed you the cup.

"Well, my knee is already better, these high tech medical equipment might actually be worth the ass kicking I received" you reply sipping the coffee with a content sigh.

"The word around the tower is you saved the day and shouldn't be behind a desk, everyone on that team is grateful for your quick work today" he states and sits next to you in the chair.

"Is that an actual compliment coming from you, Nicky? I need to write this down, no one will ever believe me. On second thought, can you do that again so I can record it?" you giggle enthusiastically making him more irritated than necessary.

"Alright smartass, report to my office tomorrow and we can discuss changes to your position, that is if you want it" and he was out of the room before you could respond.

"Thanks for the coffee" you yelled after him. Deep in thought, you don't realize Dr Cho is back and checking your stats.

"Ok, you are done with this treatment, come back tomorrow morning and we will double check all the tissue tears are repaired and muscle memory is restored, but everything looks perfect on my end. Don't push yourself too much today, you are still going to be sore, so take the elevator not the stairs, cab rather than subway. We will check again tomorrow but with the way your scans look, you should be cleared quickly for your next mission. Any questions?" she asks looking at you expectantly.

You were a bit in shock so you just shook your head. What did she mean by the next mission? Was Nick really putting you on the team? This is ridiculous, you are a translator, you sit behind a desk, this is not what you expected from this job, but in the back of your head you wanted to jump up and down with excitement, even if you were scared to death.

Making your way through med bay and heading toward the front entrance you are lost in your head and almost run right into Tony and Pepper.

"Y/N, it's good to see you, we heard the mission went well"

"Hi Pepper, sorry, it's been a long day, and yeah another dirtbag locked up, so i would call that a success" you smile at her in response.

"We are heading out, would you like to join us? We can celebrate your first team mission!"

"Thank you for the offer Tony, but I really need a bath before anything else tonight" you state as you continue heading toward the exit.

"At least let us give you a lift home, Happy will get you to that bath a lot quicker than any cab in town" he states while ushering toward the garage. You look at Pepper and her look tells you not to fight him on this.

“Thank you, I appreciate that, it’s been a long day” you sigh as you head towards the car.

“I’m glad things went well today, how do you like working in the field with the team?” Pepper asks as she slides in next to you.

“It was eye opening to say the least. Working behind a desk can be a bit mundane at times, even though I know I’m helping, this was the first time I could really see what we do to protect those who need it, and being able to be a part of that is pretty rewarding, even though I am completely wiped out right now” you respond as honestly as possible. Seeing the victims of these crazy people terrorizing the world was scary, and overwhelming but knowing they are able to return to their families safely.”

Thanking them with a wave as you walked up to your building, you weren’t sure you had the energy needed to even order take out, but you need to get cleaned up and a hot bath really was the only option at this point. Loading up your Sinatra playlist, you slipped into the hot tub after throwing in a lavender bath bomb. Being surrounded in the warmth and letting all your muscles relax you weren’t sure you would ever be able to get up.

You must have fallen asleep because the water was cold when you were startled by a knock at your door. Grabbing your robe, you rushed to the door and checked the peephole. Opening the door slowly you smiled at Steve and a lovely bouquet of flowers.

He looked at you with a shy grin and held out the flowers “these are for you. I went by med bay to check on you, but they told me you were released already. And you look great” he said as he looked at you from head to toe, taking in your appearance.

“Thank you, I uh, I came straight home after Dr Cho released me and decided to soak in the tub to relax, it’s been a crazy day” responding with a sigh and stepping back. “Where are my manners, please come in. I’ll put these in some water and get dressed, would you like something to drink?” you asked while walking to the kitchen.

“No, I didn’t want to intrude, I was just worried about you, you took quite a hit during the mission and wanted to make sure you are ok” following you into the kitchen.

“Oh my gosh” you gasped “I skipped out on the debriefing, Captain I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to take off, I wasn’t thinking. I’ll get dressed and back to the tower right now” you are babbling and suddenly realize he is right in front of you and holding your hands in his.

“I came here as your friend to check on you, not your captain. I wanted to see how you are feeling physically and emotionally, the debriefing is not as important as you are” he responded with a reassuring smile.

When had he crossed the room, did he always smell this good? Wow, his eyes are really beautiful. Giving your hand a squeeze you stopped daydreaming about the man in front of you and smiled.

“Thank you Steve, you are very kind. I’m ok, a little shaken up and still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing” you told him as your stomach began to growl loudly “and apparently I’m hungry too. I was going to order in, would you like to join me?” you asked looking up at him.

“I’d love too, you go change and I’ll order. Anything in particular you want?’ he asked, pulling out his phone.

“Surprise me, I’ll be just a minute” you responded as you headed down the hall. You were dressed heading into the living room when there was a loud bang on the door.

What could he have ordered that would arrive this quickly. Another bang and you were starting to tense “open up, I know you’re in there!” came from behind the door as you looked through the peephole. You started to unlock the door when Steve got up and stepped beside you on high alert.

Turning to him you said “It’s ok” as you opened the door. “Cob, what are you doing here?” you asked as your brother scooped you up in an enormous bear hug. Tapping his shoulder you whispered “I can’t breathe” and started laughing when he finally released you.

“What am I doing here? You told me to come! Holy Shit you’re Captain America!” he said excitedly as he looked at Steve.

“Steve, this is my brother, Jacob Miller. Cob, this is Steve Rogers” you introduced them and thought Cob might pass out at how excited he looked. Ever the gentleman,

Steve stretched out his hand “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jacob, your sister has told me a lot about you.” You ushered everyone back into the living room and realized the Cob was still shaking Steve’s hand. Clearing your throat, Jacob looked up at you and finally let go of Steve’s hand.

“Sorry, he’s never met a real life hero before, I think he’s a little star struck” you giggle as Jacob still has a huge grin on his face like he’s a little kid. “Cob, I didn’t tell you to come, but I’m glad you are here” you tell him as you sit on the other side of Steve on the sofa.

“What? You did tell me to come….your text, 3 exclamation points at the end when we checked in, I got on the first flight here. Joshua’s on his way too, but he’s coming from San Diego and I have no idea when he finally got a flight out. He’ll call when he lands” he explains.

“I am so sorry, I was on some good paid killers and told Natasha to respond, I wasn’t thinking of the codes, I’m sorry, it’s been a long day” you sigh when you realize that you just threw a wrench in both your brothers day because of the codes you always use.

“Natasha as in Natasha Romanoff? That’s awesome! But Uncle Nick had called and said you were beaten up pretty bad, so I was planning on checking up on you anyway. I didn’t tell dad, but Nick probably did, so if you haven't heard from him, he’s probably on his way too. But you don’t look too bad, you still know how to take care of yourself, I’m glad you're ok” he told you sincerely.

Your family always worried about you and wanted to protect you, which was always so overwhelming growing up, but now you were grateful that they were all dropping everything to be here for you, even if you were perfectly fine.

“I’m good, and I’m glad you are here” you smile at him when you hear a knock at the door.

“That should be dinner, I’ll be right back” Steve says as he gets up and heads out of the room.

Jacob leans over and whispers “I want every last detail on your new captain, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you are dating him.”

You gasp and look at your brother “we aren’t dating, we work together”

“So just sex then?” he asks as he wiggles his eyebrows at you and cover your face with your hands. Knowing full well that your brother has no problem making sexual remarks around anyone and will push the envelope just to get a response out of you.

“Alright, dinner is served!” Steve announces as he walks back into the room “I ordered a lot, so I hope everyone is hungry”

The meal between the three of you was surprisingly good, conversation flowed easily and they both seemed to get along well, but that might have been because Cob was star struck in front of Steve.

"Well, I will head out" your brother announced as he stood from the table "and let you two enjoy the rest of your evening together"

"Actually, I should be heading back to, I have a meeting in the morning, I'm glad to see you are doing so well, Y/N" Steve said as he started clearing the table.

"Ah man, did I ruin your date? I didn't mean to" Cob exclaims as he gives you a wink "you stay, I'll grab a hotel and you two can be as loud as you want!" while clapping Steve on the back.

You gasp and look at Steve, who is starting to blush "seriously Cob? We are colleagues, get your mind out of the gutter! I'm sorry, he's just… I'm not sure what's wrong with him but he's just an annoying big brother" you smirk at Steve.

"Wait, are you telling me that you don't find my sister attractive?! She's beautiful and tough and incredibly smart, but she's not good enough for you?"

Steve is now bright red and looking between you and your brother, trying to figure how he became the bad guy in the room "No! I didn't say that, Y/N is gorgeous and I...I...I actually came here to ask her to dinner with me tomorrow night." Steve states as he tries to take control of the conversation and looks at you.

"I was hoping to ask you properly but I was so flustered when you came to the door with no clothes on and you are so beautiful I almost fainted at the sight of you" he confesses with a shy grin.

"You what!?" Cob looks between the two of you with his eyebrows raised in shock and trying to understand what's going on.

"Not like that you idiot! I just got out of the tub and was in a bathrobe. Ugh, why are like this?" shaking your head at your brother you begin to push him down the hall. "You can stay in my spare room, but please just go away, you are making things weird"

"It was nice to meet you Captain" he yells as you push him into the room and slam the door in his face.

Walking back into the dining room you look up at Steve "I'm sorry about him, he has no filter. And I’m pretty sure his goal in life is to embarrass and humiliate me. Dinner tomorrow would be nice, I would love to.” you smile up at him.

Did I really just agree to a date with Captain America? Maybe I have a concussion or a fever dream. That would make sense, since it’s unlikely for your family to drop everything and show up because you got a little hurt on a mission.

You were broken out of your thoughts when Steve responded “Great! I will pick you up at 7?”

“That sounds good, I’ll see you then” you walk him to the door. Before he leaves he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek. You are sure you have turned bright red from the action and try to suppress your huge smile splitting across your face.

As you are locking the door you hear Cob behind you clearing his throat. “Did I just see Captain Hot Ass just kiss my little sister? HOLY SHIT! This is incredible! I’ve always had the hots for him, and hoping deep down he was at least bi, but now I can live vicariously through you!” he taunts you as you head toward your bedroom and glare at him.

“What is that supposed to mean? It was a kiss on the cheek and 1 dinner date, don’t get your hopes up Cob” you shake your head as you start to change into a tank and sleep shorts.

“Don’t you dare do this to yourself, you deserve to have some fun and be happy. Don’t reduce what that asshole did to you as who you are. That was him tearing you down because he is a pathetic excuse of a human being, that was not your fault” he said following you into your room.

You wanted to believe him, believe that one night was just a huge mistake, misunderstanding or whatever, but ever since then you haven’t had a decent relationship. You have been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the person you like to realize that you are not as innocent as you look and high tail it as far away from you as possible.

That’s how it’s been for the last 3 years and you doubted America’s boy scout would be any different, but until that time came, you would try to just live in the moment and enjoy his company. He was kind and strong and smart and confident and so damn sexy that you thought you were living in a fantasy everytime he looked at you with those piercing blue eyes.

“I know Cob, but the fact is my love life has gone to shit since that night so I’m not getting my hopes up. Now, if you can shut up, I’ll let you watch a movie in my room, I had a rough day and could use some big bro cuddles” you tell him with a soft smile.

You loved your brothers, they were always there for you no matter what, but right now you didn’t want to hear another word.

“Whatever you want, pumpkin!” he smirked as he climbed into bed and pulled you close to his chest. “Ok, so we need to lighten the mood, how about ‘Priscilla Queen of the Desert’?” he asked while grabbing the remote.

“And this is why you are the best gay brother a person could ask for” you settled in and knew you were in good hands no matter what the outcome of the date with Steve or the meeting with Nicky might be.

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basicallywhiterice · 5 years ago

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Eight words: Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, lowkey friends to lovers lmao, smidge of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 8.5 k

Summary: Sure, one could tell someone they loved them with eight letters. But eight words convey deeper, more complex meanings.

a/n: Happy birthday, Han aka J. One aka Jisung! I wish you a smooth, unhurried transition into adulthood, as do all Stays. And dear reader, I present to you this fic about my bias… enjoy!

•••

One word.

Three words and eight letters can sum up my feelings towards Han Jisung, although they’re much more intense than what eight letters can contain.

“I hate you.”

Case in point: After a long day of lectures and labs, I’m ready to throttle him.

“Jisung.”

“Y/n,” he mocks, making his voice higher to imitate mine.

No, he’s not my friend. Of course not. I wouldn’t tell a friend: “I’ve been looking for you. Thanks for responding to my text messages asking where you were. I really appreciate it.” No, Jisung’s really more like a stuck up, annoying dumbass who happens to do well on every test he takes.

“Oh, I had my phone turned off. But you missed me that much?”

I puff my cheeks up and sigh. “You wish. Do you wanna review for the Bio exam together?”

“Biology?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“The one I’m really good at?”

“Debatable, but whatever floats your boat.”

“And let me get this straight,” he says, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. “You need my help to study for it? My help? The help of me, Han Jisung? J. One? The one for you?”

“I don’t need your fucking help-” I bite back a few colorful words when I see his barely-hidden smile expand into a smirk and he shakes his head, almost disapprovingly. “Sort of, yes.” I muster the fakest smile I can display without cringing, tilting my head for added sarcasm.

“No.”

“Why not?” I sigh, having expected this to happen.

“What’s the fun in that, darling?”

Heat creeps into my cheeks as I fume over his disgusting pet name. “Han Jisung, I’m gonna strangle you in your sleep-”

“While that sounds tempting, and I had no idea you were into that, you’re not giving me any other reasons to help you, darling.” He leans back, resting his head against his pretty soft interlaced fingers, fixing me with The Look™ that lets me know he’s messing with me and thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

“We’ve studied for every test together and I’m sick of asking if you want to study every single time? Is that a good enough fucking reason for you?”

He drops one of his hands down and rests his index finger on his chin. “That’s valid…” he exhales, after a long, drawn out pause.

I nearly deck him in the face. I roll my eyes instead. “You know what, I’m leaving. Tell me your answer tomorrow if you need that long to think.” I shove my binders and textbooks into my backpack, swing it up on my shoulders, and make a beeline for the door. It’s not fair to snap at him so unexpectedly like this, but with the first semester at college rushing to a close, I don’t have enough time to play these petty games.

“Hey, hey, hey, wait up. What’s wrong?” he runs after me and pulls me back by my elbow with his right hand.

I take a deep breath, trying to rationalize my anger that’s not because of him but directed at him (at least, not today). “Nothing, I’m just really not in the mood for this kind of exchange for another twenty minutes. I have to study for more than just the science exam. I’d like it if we could just skip this elaborate negotiating for just one day.”

“Oh.” He lets go of my arm. “Yeah. Sure. Studying for exams together. Same studying schedule, texting if we change any days?” When I nod in affirmation, he sticks his hands into his jacket pockets. “Sorry for stressing you out more. You can tell me when you’re having a bad day, you know.”

Oh. “I know. Sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean it.” He starts to say something, but I hold up a hand. “It’s somewhat tolerable to have someone to banter with every day.” I blurt out.

Jisung glances down, then raises his gaze to meet mine. His eyes squeeze into crescents. His plump lips (ew) stretch outwards to reveal his pearly whites. I’m sure that my expression mirrors his.

“Good to know my efforts are appreciated.”

“Don’t get a big head. Well, don’t get an even bigger one.”

“You mean a big brain.”

“No, you don’t have a brain.”

He feigns a hurt expression. “Wow, princess. I thought I was tolerable.”

“You ruined the mood!” I shake my head, laughing. “You’re only somewhat tolerable. Definitely not when you call me pet names.”

“Sugar, you wound me.”

“Han Jisung!” I smack his arm half-heartedly.

“You love it though, honey.” He rests his hand on the top of my backpack, gently guiding me out the library doors and towards the parking lot.

Hm.

(Yes.)

•••

Two words.

This was supposed to be a peaceful weekend hangout.

“Felix, put that knife down! Right now! Or no Fortnite for a week!”

Somehow, all our weekend hangouts end up with Chan and Woojin babysitting. That is, until they act like kids themselves.

“Don’t challenge him to a knife fight, Chan! This isn’t Australia, where you have to fend for yourself in the desert—Kim Woojin if you join them I’ll let Minho cook dinner for a week.”

Then the rest of us babysit them until we figure out a better alternative to plastic-knife fencing (Changbin and Chan end up winning after they team up). After finally agreeing on going to the park (like in the Boxer video you know), the boys take over the swings and unintentionally terrorize children (while complaining about freezing to death) while Ryujin and I rethink our life choices and miss Tzuyu, who’s in Taiwan visiting her family.

“Why are we friends with them, again?” she asks, picking at her nails and pretending not to laugh when Seungmin throws wood chips in Hyunjin’s face.

“Yeah, y/n, why are you friends with us?” Jisung butts in after Jeongin refuses all of his hugs. I shoot him a thumbs up, and he grins behind Jisung’s back.

“I’m not friends with you. I’m friends with everyone else here because they’re cool, unlike you, stupid.”

“Ah, you were never a good liar, sweetie.”

Ryujin stifles a laugh, and I shoot her a half-hearted glare. “Not right now, Jisung. I’m still stressing over exam grades.”

“All the teachers entered them this morning, you know.” Surprisingly, there were no pet names present in that sentence. Hallelujah.

“They did?” I check my phone, and sure enough, all the exam grades are there. “What! I was reloading this page all morning! What’d you get in Bio?”

“An A. You?”

“As expected. Same.”

“As expected,” he mimics.

“Is that why you didn’t drag me on the slides?” Ryujin asks. “Because you were worried about your grades, that always end up being an A?”

“No comment.”

“You should go and have fun now that you know your GPA is safe,” she suggests. “No point in coming here if you’re just going to sit here.”

“You were the one who refused to associate with these,” I jab a thumb at the boys, “losers.”

“Oops.”

“You guys should play tag with us or something,” Jisung offers. “See who’s a loser then.”

“Challenge accepted. I’ll go round up the others,” Ryujin agrees, pushing herself off the metal bench and jogging over to the swings.

“What about you, y/n?” asks Jisung.

“Hm. Maybe.” I pretend to think, already knowing my answer is going to be yes.

“Come on! Join us?”

“How could I say no? I can’t just sit back and watch you lose without joining and winning against you.”

“... I’m going to pretend the reason is because you’re such a great friend to us.”

“Only the rest of them. Not you.” I correct him.

“Thank you. ‘preciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

•••

Three words.

The ice on the streets is frozen and so am I.

I had ducked into the quaint little cafe on campus to grab a hot drink and to regain feeling in my feet when I saw what’s causing me to stand here—frozen, like a statue.

I saw Jisung. In our cafe. The one I frequent at least twice a week with him (not voluntarily, of course. He follows me here, probably to annoy me more, and I let him so I can annoy him more.)

Under normal circumstances, I’d be disgusted, not paralyzed. But today is different.

He sits at a two-person table. Next to him, a girl leans over his shoulder, wearing the headphones connected to his computer, occasionally commenting on parts of what I assume is his latest song. Her backpack rests on one of her shoulders. When she turns her head, I can see her face clearly.

He’s with Tzuyu, one of the youngest rising stars in the arts at our university, a hardworking student, an all-around sweet person, and a good friend of ours.

Why, one might ask, did I freeze in place? Simple: I’m sick of Jisung trying to woo girls with the songs he composes.

Once I regain my senses, shuffle forward in line, and place my order, I glance over at their table again. Tzuyu takes off the headphones and starts talking while pointing to different places on his laptop. Jisung smiles sheepishly at the last thing she says. The little prick. It must be an act–after all, if he’s flirted with so many girls through his music, he should be used to the compliments.

Tzuyu walks away from him after glancing at her watch and waving goodbye. She notices me when she’s halfway to the cafe door and grins, waving at me before she shoots Jisung one last smile and leaves. I wave back.

Of course, this exchange means that Jisung notices me. He motions for me to wait, holding up one finger. He clicks around on his laptop, closes it, and slides it into his backpack, along with his headphones. He stands up right as my drink is finished and my name is called. I snag the drink and try to rush to the door as discreetly as possible. Unfortunately, I’m very conspicuous, and Jisung follows me, calling my name.

I’m outside when he catches up with me, frozen in place once again as I internally debate if I should stay and talk to him or leave him. He makes the decision for me when he steps beside me, tugging my elbow in the direction I’m facing to get me to walk so I don’t hold up foot traffic.

“I told you to wait for me in there, y/n. You usually do it, why’d you ignore me today?”

Play dumb, y/n. “Who’s y/n?” Not that dumb!

I clear my throat and try again. “You were in there?”

He raises his eyebrows. “I know you saw me.” When I don’t reply, he sighs. “Walk with me? It’s the last week before break and I won’t have the pleasure of personally annoying you every day.”

I tilt my head forward to tell him to start walking. I can only think of a (half-hearted) protest once we’ve walked a full block. “It’s going to snow soon.”

“You love the snow.”

I exhale through my mouth, forming a cloud of condensation with my breath in the crisp, chilly air. “Yeah, I do.”

A beat passes. Quietly, Jisung asks, “Are you mad?” Another beat. “At me?”

I think back to Tzuyu getting the opportunity to hear an unreleased track. “No, I’m not.” My heart pangs when I picture them leaning in so close together, even though my rational self tells me I shouldn’t be mad over something that small, especially if it concerns such a close friend and such a stupid asshole.

“I think you’re mad. You’re talking a lot less than normal.”

“Congratulations. You must think you’re so smart.”

“Thanks for finally noticing.”

“Look, what do you want?”

“I want to know why you’re mad.”

“Who said I was mad?”

He snorts in disbelief. “You literally just admitted to it.”

“When did I say that?” I stop walking.

He laughs, a dry, airy chuckle that morphs into a sigh. “I just want to know why you’re mad, and if I can help.”

I scoff. “Thanks for your concern, but I think I’ll be alright. Is there anything else-”

“No, you don’t seem like you’ll be fine! You almost never get angry!”

“Why are you so angry about me being angry? Not everything’s about you.”

I suppose it would be a great testament to anyone else’s character if they realized my insults were just my anger speaking and refused to insult me back. However, this is Jisung we’re talking about. He’s more likely to stop talking because he can’t think of a retort, not because he’s conscientious.

Sigh. Maybe he’s not that bad after all.

Just when I acknowledge the slim possibility that Jisung might not be a jerk all of the time, he reaches out and steals my phone.

“What-”

“I’m not giving this back until you tell me why.” He taps away at the lock screen, and unlocks it.

My lips part slightly and my eyebrows crease together. I’m in shock. “How-”

“I’ve seen you enter your password a lot, I just never thought about using it until today. Let’s see… should I read over the English story you refuse to send me because it’s not done yet?”

I break out of my stupor. “Stop it! There’s a reason I haven’t sent it yet. It’s horrible!” I reach out, left arm flailing uselessly, hand smacking his shoulder. He just steps back and turns away from me.

“Oops, too late.” Over his shoulder, I can see him click on the Google Docs app and open the most recently edited document. He scrolls the page down, reading as he goes, but he’s moving around so much that I can’t read the words on the screen at first. My heart nearly stops when I recognize the format of my poetry doc, a place where I word vomit all my artistic and lyrical poetry ideas.

“Jisung, stop! Right now!” I wonder how desperate I sound right now, although I try not to show it.

That’s my poetry. It’s raw, unfinished, and, quite frankly, really cringy. I’ve only trusted Ryujin, Tzuyu, and Hyunjin enough to read one poem, let alone all of them. And now Jisung is scrolling through the entire document.

My blood boils over, simultaneously turning to ice. I chuck my cup of hot chocolate into the trash can. My appetite’s been ruined. I wrestle my phone out of his grip using two hands, palms and fingers crashing against the screen, frantically checking to see if I accidentally modified my poems with my clumsy tapping. I silently sigh in relief when I’m certain nothing was edited. Then, I fix Jisung with a cold, blank stare.

“Those poems were good…” he trails off when I take a step towards him. “No, really.”

“Those were personal poems that I don’t want people to read unless I decide to share them when they’re finished. I don’t want someone who’s going to make fun of me to read it! Don’t you understand the concept of privacy?” I spit out through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry. That… kind of reminds me of my songs and how I only share them with people I trust a lot when they’re unfinished. I shouldn’t have gone through all of that.”

“It reminds you of your songs? Well, unlike you, I don’t use my creative work to flirt with others.”

He flinches, eyes wide and panicked. “How did you know about that?”

“About you flirting through songs? It’s obvious: you let them listen to your unfinished work, and then they compliment you and you pretend to be all humble and everything and-” I groan and run a hand through my hair. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice-

“Are you mad that Tzuyu was helping me with a song earlier in the cafe? Is that why you’re mad?”

I gape at him. “The world doesn’t revolve around you and your enormous ego! Plus, don’t you remember what happened the last time you stole my phone?”

Jisung wasn’t always this annoying. When I first met him, I even thought he was cute. (I still do, but I always deny it, and any non-platonic feelings, if anyone accuses me of thinking that way.) But a few weeks after I met him, when we had become friends, he stole my phone and accidentally deleted a notes page where I kept several passwords (that I was too lazy to remember). He apologized, but the damage had already been done.

“I’ve never used my music to flirt with anyone. And for your information, I ran into Tzuyu. I didn’t invite her to flirt with her.”

Oh. “Ok, and?”

He drags a hand over his face. “Why were you mad at me when we left the cafe?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m ready to storm off and leave, but I realize that Jisung did have a point. Today is the last day before break, and even if he’s a conceited jerk, I don’t want to end things on a bad note until we see each other again.

I take a deep breath. “Let’s sit down and talk through this like civilized people. Is that ok?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do this entire time!”

I drag him over to a bench and plop down, leaving a respectable amount of distance between us. “You want to know why I’m mad? I’ve been asking to hear your unreleased tracks for who knows how long, and you won’t even let me read the lyrics. I have to wait until you and the rest of 3racha drop an album. And I understand that! You're allowed to not share your work! But you also let a ton of people listen to your songs and they just end up complimenting your talent, whereas I’ve offered to help you refine your songs. To me, that seems shallow, especially since most people you show them to are girls. And then you go through my poems without my permission. To be fair, I might be overreacting.”

“No, you’re not. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I smile tiredly. “Sure, I’ll probably share them someday, but I need a heads up. I thought you would’ve understood how much they mean to me since you’re protective of your songs.” I drag a hand over my face. “Ok, rant’s over.”

And so I spend the next half an hour understanding Jisung’s point of view. I end up accepting his apology. As we part ways, he pulls me into a hug. I don’t resist, and bury my face into his shoulder. When we pull apart, he waves before walking away. I can’t help the goofy smile that spreads onto my face once his back is turned. Suddenly, a thought washes over me.

Idiot. I’ll miss you.

•••

Four words.

Winter break is refreshing.

That is, until I realize how unproductive I’m being. Then I panic, becoming both unproductive and unhappy.

It’s almost a relief when I get back to school, until I realize how much work I’m drowning in. Then I wish I was on break again.

Sigh. The paradoxes of life.

On the bright side, at least I get to see my squad again. (And (see) roast Jisung.)

On the third week back from school, Hyunjin drags Ryujin and me to one of 3racha’s monthly shows (they have quite the fanbase on campus.) We would’ve gone anyways, but Hyunjin is a nice addition.

The first thing he says when we arrive at the venue is, “Aren’t you so excited about seeing Jisung perform? Hmm?” while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, y/n, aren’t you going to gush about how cute he looks while performing?” Ryujin adds.

“No. And that was one time. Once.”

“No, it’s every time. You always talk about him.” Hyunjin may have a point.

“Is there something that we should know?” Ryujin asks slyly. “I am your roommate, so if you’re going to talk about him 24/7, you might as well just tell us you like him instead of being in denial.”

“No. I don’t like him. I never talk about him.” My words sound weak even to me. “Remember? He’s like my mortal enemy.”

Pause. The two of them stare at me skeptically, waiting for me to stop denying everything.

“Ok, fine. He looks so fricking attractive when he’s performing, and his eyes transform completely and it’s like looking at a sharper version of him, and he still manages to be absolutely adorable when he smiles and his nose and eyes scrunch up, and-” I envelope Ryujin in a hug, cringing in embarrassment. She tries not to laugh, but I can feel her shoulders shaking. Hyunjin fails to contain his amusement, laughing so loudly that 3racha, preparing backstage, can probably hear him.

“Not a single word to anyone,” I make them promise.

“I’m totally convinced that you don’t have a crush on him,” Hyunjin says once he’s stopped laughing (two minutes later.)

“You’re the one who’s all buddy-buddy with him when you tried to beat him up that one time in high school.”

“People change,” he shrugs. “But you’ve always seemed like you had a soft spot for him.”

“No, you’re wrong. He’s my sworn enemy. He deleted my passwords that one time and read my poems and that makes him my arch-nemesis.” I sigh. “Oh, who am I kidding?”

Luckily (or not), Jisung chooses this moment to saunter over, sparing me from all their teasing. “What’s up, my dudes? Are you ready to get wowed by us?”

“Wow is your best song yet. You’re performing that tonight, right?” I confirm.

“Yup. I’m sure you guys can get some meme-worthy material out of Changbin’s reactions.”

“Jisung, have I ever told you how attractive you look when you perform?” snickers Hyunjin, excessively batting his eyelashes and latching onto Jisung. I shoot him daggers with my eyes while trying to look not-exactly-murderous to Jisung. Ryujin stifles a laugh at my expense for the second time tonight.

“Thanks, buddy. I’m aware, but it’s nice to know that someone appreciates my hotness every once in a while.”

“Why are we here again?” I wonder out loud, giggling at the overly dramatic look of betrayal that Jisung puts on.

“My dear, it’s obviously for me! How could you forget?”

“Oh right, it was for my favorite 3racha member, Changbin!”

Jisung shrugs Hyunjin off, coming over and embracing me playfully. “No, not allowed.”

“C’mon, let’s go say hi to my man, Changbin!” I tell the ‘jins, tilting my head towards the stage.

“Noooo. Darling, that’s so mean.”

I give up on pushing Jisung off once it’s clear that he stubbornly refuses to leave. I ruffle his hair instead as “revenge.” (“Hey! That took me a solid five seconds to style! You’re fixing that.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat.”) Ryujin, Hyunjin, and I agree that we should go greet Chan and Changbin. As we head backstage to say hi to 2racha, Jisung reluctantly stops hugging me when it gets too difficult to walk. He still keeps a hand loosely anchored on my right shoulder. I don’t complain, nor do I shrug him off. I guess it feels nice ok when he’s a normal, chill, person.

Ok, that was an under-exaggeration. I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Maybe Ryujin is secretly a mind reader, or maybe I’m just really transparent, because she pokes my arm, not saying anything when I ask her “what,” while trying to hide the furious blush I know is present on my face. She just raises her eyebrows and grins. I widen my eyes back.

“So, uh y/n.” starts Jisung, breaking me out of my semi-staring contest with Ryujin. “There’s an open mic at our cafe next week—you know, the one we go to at least twice a week? Anyways, there’s an open mic next Friday and I was planning on going to either test out a new song I produced or a couple of poems I wrote and would you—I was wondering if you wanted to go too? I know you’re a little hesitant about sharing your poems, but from what I saw, you had some really good works and I’m sure other people would enjoy your poetry too. And of course you don’t have to go, I just thought it would be a fun experience if you were down.”

I’m floored. Han Jisung being genuinely nice and considerate? Unheard of. But when I start thinking about all my previous encounters with him, I realize that this is not the exception—it’s the rule.

Maybe I was so intent on labeling him as a rival that I’ve been halfheartedly denying the existence of his good traits.

“Thank you for appreciating my poems. That… honestly, that means so much to me. I’d love to go and perform. As long as I have time to prepare and I get to choose what to present… it’ll be new, but doable.” I wrap both arms around his waist and squish the left side of my face against his right shoulder. “I’m excited for Friday.”

“I’m glad you’re excited.”

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

Wait. What am I doing lowkey cuddling him in public? Oh well. I don’t hate it. In fact, I might go as far as to say… I really like it.

(When we get backstage, I fist-bump Changbin and do a weird quasi-dance off with Chan before hugging them both and wishing them good luck before promising to record the entirety of Wow. Jisung pouts and pouts and pouts some more until I fix his hair, then takes my hands and pulls me around in circles like the man-child he is.

Ryujin promises to tell their embarrassing stories to all their fans after she greets 2racha.

Hyunjin forgoes any formalities and starts complaining about Seungmin.

“Chan, control your child! He’s becoming more and more savage. The world can’t contain his saltiness.”

“Maybe that’s his way of showing love.”

His face goes :o. “RYUJIN, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”)

•••

Five words.

It’s Wednesday and I am: straight-up not having a good time (bro).

After a long day filled with tests and being even more sleep-deprived than usual due to said tests, I really just want to curl up into a ball and do absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately, I need to stay awake in order to finish a creative writing story (yes, another one.) Then, I need to study for two more tests for tomorrow and do a shit ton of homework. On top of that, with the open mic two days away, I’m furiously revising and editing what I’m presenting.

To be completely honest, I’ve been playing with ways to reference Jisung in my poems. I know: crazy, right? Stupid Jisung and his stupid mole on his left cheek on his stupid face that my gaze always drifts back to. Stupid Jisung and his genuinely expressive personality. Stupid Jisung and his amazingly accurate intuition and knowledge and pair of eyes that allow him to say things like:

“You’re staring at me quite a bit, sugar.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m just thinking of all the ways I… could get you to shut up.” I finish lamely.

“Really, now.” He leans towards me in his stupid library chair. “Do any of them involve making out in the library?”

Gahhhh. “Not funny didn’t laugh.” I go back to trying to be productive, but it’s hard when my brain is spewing out thoughts faster than (Jisung) Changbin and Chan can rap.

It sucks sometimes when Jisung makes all these suggestive jokes because he’ll never see me in a romantic light. I think that might be part of the reason why I try (and routinely fail) to act so cold to him: I was aware of all the emotions beneath the way I wanted to view and portray him. (My brain: No, this is not a crush. Crushes are shallow and go away after a week. These feelings aren’t going anywhere.)

I get through editing one paragraph of my story before Jisung speaks again. “Are you considering the offer?”

“No.” Maybe. Yes. “Don’t you have a lab report to write?”

“I’d gladly give up on that for you.”

“Jisung, stop, please. Not tonight, ok? On any other day I’d go along with your banter, but I have serious shit to get done with tonight.”

“Oh, ok. Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for offering.”

I give up on my story for the time being and slip an earbud into the ear facing away from Jisung. I pull out a thicc textbook and finish my Calculus homework. A page of notebook paper later, I’m done. I close the book, lean back in my seat, and rub my eyes.

“You look like you need a break,” he notes.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, you deserve it. I’ll even play with your hair.” Darn it! Why why why does Jisung know all my weaknesses? It’s always a destresser for me when plays with my hair. Still, I’m a little hesitant to completely neglect my work for five minutes.

“I’ll give you a back rub too.” Hesitation? Productivity? Who? We don’t know them.

I fall into his outstretched arms and nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck. He laughs a little, leaning back in his chair. His soft hoodie creates a comfortable cushioning, and I sigh in contentment when he runs a hand through my hair, wrapping my arms around his waist. He shifts his legs so his knees are slightly angled toward me, and I do the same.

Then he shifts his right arm and closes the lid of my computer. And picks it up off the table. And sets it back down further away from me so I can’t reach it.

“Jisungggggg,” I whine, reluctantly lifting up my head. I extend my left arm, trying to grasp it, but he just pushes it away again. “I need that. Gotta get this bread. Flaunt that croissant. Ice that rice.” I’m not sure when I stopped talking and started babbling nonsense, but I can blame my lack of sleep for that.

‘What you need is a good night of rest.” He picks up the laptop and holds it close to him, turning away from me.

My senses kick back in. “No! I need to get all this stuff done first. Then I can sleep. Give,” my right hand grasps the edge of my computer. “It,” I give a strong yank. “Back!” We engage in a brief game of tug-of-war before I almost pull it out of his grasp. Then he snatches it back, firmly in his grip.

I huff and pull out my phone forcefully, opening the Google doc containing my poems and stories I’m planning on presenting at open mic for a few revisions and edits. “Must you always be this infuriating? Like, is there a point to stealing my computer when there’s stuff I need to do?”

A small, almost imperceptible pause. I almost don’t even notice it because it’s so brief. It goes straight to the back of my mind.

“You need to rest, y/n. I don’t think all of this stressing is good for you.”

“That doesn’t mean you can steal my computer.”

“Deal with it.”

I sigh. “I hate you right now,” I mumble tiredly. I go back to skimming over my prose and poetry, inserting and deleting a few words here and there.

I have no idea how long the silence stretches on until Jisung responds. “I know, you’ve told me.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz it’s the truth.” Is it grammatically acceptable to use the word ‘like’ in a narrative if you want to have a casual tone? Like, if you want to express a coherent train of thought without using too many words? Would that tone be acceptable? Jisung’s tone just now was off. He almost seemed hurt—oh my god what did I just say.

I come to the (belated) realization that I falsely told him I hated him—with what sounded like conviction, too!—just as he speaks.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and sometimes, you treat me like I’m you’re enemy or rival. I thought we were friends. I wrote you a song—multiple songs. I’ve tried dropping so many hints about how I see you as more than just a friend, but all this time, you saw me as less than one.”

My drowsiness has dissipated. “No, Jisung, I wasn’t thinking—have you never seen me as a rival?”

“It’s ok. You’re not obligated to feel anything for me. You don’t owe me anything. And of course not. I would never see you in such a negative way.” His entire demeanor changes. Jisung is normally very open about his emotions, whether he’s happy, stressed, excited, sad, hurt, enthusiastic, or serious. In this instance, though, his face falls into a more neutral expression that betrays next to nothing about what he’s thinking. But this expression is more than enough to tell me what he feels.

He’s hurt because of what I said. Deeply hurt.

“You could’ve just told me that you hated me,” he continues. “I don’t understand why you would make me feel like we were friends while secretly despising me.”

“Jisung, I don’t hate you.”

“Sure you don’t.” He laughs without humor. “Well, seeing as you clearly don’t want my company, I’ll leave now.” He shoves his laptop, textbook, and notebook into his backpack. He rises and starts walking off.

I rush after him.

“No, Jisung, I didn’t mean it. Please just listen to me.” I catch his left arm a few seconds after we exit the library. He stands there, stationary, neither moving towards me nor pulling away from me. The wind gently breezes past the two of us, tousling the ends of his hair. My heart threatens to get stuck in my throat. I swallow and force myself to go on. “I don’t hate you. You can hate me all you want for saying hurtful things to you, but I’ve never hated you and never will.”

“I could never hate you. And while you may not completely hate me, if you’ve always felt hostile toward me—ever since the start of our so-called ‘friendship’—I don’t really know what to think anymore.”

“No, that’s not what I think. At all. Please hear me out.”

“I think I should leave. Have fun studying without a constant annoying distraction.” He lets his arm slip out of my grip, taking a step forward. “Goodbye.”

He takes long strides away from the library, away from me. All I can think about is how wrong he is. About how wrong I am.

I hurt him, a person with one of the truest hearts and most genuine personalities I’ve ever met. Always being open and transparent with his thoughts, never failing to make me smile. He knows me so well, and I know so much about him, too. He’s been through the ups and the downs with me, and I’ve stayed by his side when he’s needed support, too. He even manages to harness raw, heavy emotions and transform it into beautiful songs such as ‘I see’ that he, Han Jisung, J. One, produces. And now he thinks I hate him.

“No,” I whisper to myself after he’s gone and no one is around to hear me. “It’s the opposite of that.”

I like him so much. Platonically, and romantically. But I’ve missed my chance to tell him, and I’ve broken our friendship that we’ve always had, even if I denied its existence.

Five words can crush someone.

•••

Six words.

Once I’m done with my self reflection about just how foolish and spiteful I acted, I call Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Tzuyu for help. We meet at the dorm Ryujin and I share.

Hyunjin silently shakes his head. Ryujin gives me a side-hug, rubbing circles into my right shoulder. Tzuyu is the first to speak after I describe the events that happened.

“He really likes you. He’s written at least five songs for you and ten songs about you. That day in the cafe, when I ran into him and saw you, he asked for my opinion on one of his songs for you. The reason why he’s never asked you two,” she glances at Hyunjin and Ryujin, “is because he thought you guys would spill the beans.” She sits down on my right side and offers me a hug. “You need to talk to him as soon as possible. He’s cares enough to write songs for you.”

“I know, but he won’t respond to any of my messages or calls.”

“Honestly,” Hyunjin starts, “I’m sorry if this sounds bad, but we were always convinced that you two were secretly dating and wouldn’t tell us.” He half-smiles awkwardly. “Don’t give up just yet.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that!” Ryujin comforts. “We all make mistakes. Don’t let this bother you and make you give up. I’d say that you’ve learned a lot from this.”

“Thanks, Ryu.” I groan, my face falling into my hands. “What the heck am I supposed to do?” I wrote you a song. I thought we were friends. I’ve dropped hints about how I see you as more than just a friend.

He cares enough to write songs for you.

I’ve been thinking of ways to reference Jisung in my poems.

“That’s it!” I exclaim. “Poetry! And maybe a short story, too.” When I see three confused faces, I elaborate. “He’s written songs about me, right? Well, writing is important to me, so what if I wrote about him in the stuff I’m reading at the open mic? And apologize and explain to him afterwards? All I need to do is make sure he goes to open mic, and you guys could help me convince him. At least, that’s the best idea I can think of right now.”

“Sure.” “We’ll help you.” “You got this, girl!”

Their encouragement lifts my mood, and I’m overly optimistic for a second. My phone buzzes, and I dare to hope that I might be able to mend my relationship with Jisung.

The message is from Jisung, and I foolishly hope for the best. Then I read what he sent.

You don’t have to pretend, y/n.

He doesn’t believe me. He doubts that I see him positively because of how hurtful I acted and the words I said to him. Honestly, I don’t even blame him. If I was in his position, I’d probably do the same.

I have screwed up. Big time.

I never meant to hurt or belittle him, even if I claimed he was my enemy. But somewhere along the way, I turned into one of the worst kinds of people and did.

I hope I can salvage this.

•••

Seven words.

Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. Everything will turn out fine.

It’s showtime. After much persuasion, Tzuyu and Hyunjin convinced Jisung to perform at open mic (of course, they had to make him think I wouldn’t attend.) Jisung will perform first, then perform one more time after three people. I’m the person right before him.

I stand inside near the counter, far away from our regular table near the windows. He hasn’t seen me yet. I fiddle with my hands, trying to hide my face. I breathe a sigh of relief when he hops on stage to perform. He hasn’t seen me yet.

He greets the patrons of the cafe, cracking a few jokes before kicking things off with a revised version of ‘For you’. He gets halfway through it before he locks eyes with me.

I tentatively wave. He glances away.

After he finishes, he receives a warm round of applause. He grins, equally bashful and proud, and hops off the stage. He situates himself far away from me.

Two more people present. Two and a half minutes into the second person’s slam poetry performance, I work up the courage to shuffle over to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve never even disliked you. In fact, I feel the opposite way. I just never thought you’d see me as more than a friend, so I tried convincing myself that you weren’t an all-around amazing person. It didn’t work. It would never work.”

He stares at me, not speaking. I press on.

“You’re one of the most genuine people I know. I can always tell what you’re thinking, because you have nothing to hide. You’re incredibly dedicated. You’ve been a great friend to me, especially when I was rude to you and didn’t deserve it. You see the best in everyone and encourage them to showcase their strengths.” I take a fluttering breath. “I never thought that someone like you would even consider someone like me. I’m sorry for calling you annoying and saying that I hated you. You’re not annoying. I don’t think anyone who’s ever met you would hate you.” I lace my fingers together. “I am really, truly sorry for saying untrue, hurtful things to you.”

The poet onstage finishes. The people watching applaud. I’m next, but I’m frozen in place.

Jisung breaks the silence. “Good luck. We can talk later.”

I dare to smile, and walk onstage.

I’ve chosen to share a short story about the time I accidentally kicked my friend in the face when we took a dance class, saving my poems for another time. I’m really telling a story about Jisung. I take a deep breath and begin.

“This is the story of how I almost broke my friend’s nose.” This is the story of how I broke my friend’s heart.

I describe the contemporary dance class we were in and how close our friendship was. “She was one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He’s one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would do without him.

I add details to build an image of that day, inserting humor and appealing to the audience’s senses, while making sure that my plot advances. “I wasn’t paying enough attention to my surroundings. When I kicked my leg up, my foot collided with her face.” I wasn’t being true to myself or him. When I spoke, my words attacked him.

“I felt immediate regret. I had hurt my friend on accident because I was careless.” I immediately felt horrible. I hurt him with my careless words and actions.

“For a few horrifying minutes, she couldn’t talk because of the pain. I thought our friendship was over and that she would never forgive me.” For a few terrifying days, he wouldn’t talk to me because of the pain I caused. I thought our friendship was over. I thought he would never forgive me. I still do.

“Yet in the end, she chose to forgive my mistake. Even though my actions didn’t reflect how deeply I cared about her, she knew me well enough to understand it was an accident. She knew how much she meant to me, and how I never intended to hurt her.” I hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me. I hope he knows me well enough to know that he means the world to me. I hope that all is not lost.

“It’s easy to harm someone on purpose. It’s even easier to do it on accident, because we’re not fully aware of our actions—we zone out—until we can see a concrete impact. Be self-aware. And if you want to do something fun with a friend, make sure it’s in a low-risk setting. Don’t end up like me! I might have taken the phrase “break a leg” literally if I was a little more careless. The point is, people need time to think. Forgiveness is not easy to receive. But when someone chooses to forgive because they want to, especially if that person plays a crucial role in your life, that can mean the world to someone. Thank you.”

Granted, that’s not the best narrative I could produce, but given my time limit of one-and-a-half day, I’m not too disappointed in myself.

Jisung and I pass each other when he heads toward the stage.

“This song is dedicated to someone special,” he says once he’s onstage. “I hope you guys like it!”

And it’s about me. Us. The time we stayed up until 2am studying and found this cafe because it was the only one open then. The time we wrote tons of poems, narratives, and short stories together (most of them were as a meme, barely longer than four sentences) because we bet the other person they weren’t as creative (it ended as a tie—we created the last poem together). The time he asked for help on the lyrics for a song and I ended up showing him a few of my poems willingly.

My eyes are glued to him, right up until he exits the stage and walks up to me. Then they flit towards the stage for a moment while I try to prepare myself for whatever he has to say. The world stops spinning as he opens his mouth.

“I forgive you.”

Blissfully, unexpectedly, the world starts spinning again. “You do?”

“You didn’t mean it, and while it hurt to hear, I know you don’t actually think that way. It’s not like I’m perfect, either. I’ll get annoyed and say things that aren’t true, too.” He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “I know you, y/n. Like you said, you wouldn’t hurt someone on purpose.” He gives a gentle tug on my hand. “You want to get out of here?”

“I’d love to.” I lean up and press a brief kiss against his cheek. “Where to?”

“You know that new burger place we wanted to try out? I was thinking we could go there.” He pauses. “As a first date,” he adds, the slightest hesitance showing.

I grab his other hand and take a half step towards him. “That sounds like the perfect first date.” I blush. He blushes. He pecks my forehead, the tip of my nose, and both of my cheeks. I untangle our hands to reach up and pinch his cheeks, squishing them together. Mindful of the people in the cafe, we leave soon after, sparing them from watching our PDA. We decide on taking my car, since I drove by myself here and Hyunjin dropped him off and yeeted out of here. (Speaking of Hyunjin, he, Ryujin, and Tzuyu have been blowing up the group chat—The 3 Musketeers—asking how things went. I text them that things went well, and silence my phone.)

Before I start the car, he takes my right hand. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” he states firmly. “You are good enough. 100%. Don’t doubt yourself.”

“Aw, thank you. I realize that a little more now. I was really out of it that day. I turned into a mean version of myself, but I’m working on being more aware of what I’m feeling.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You’re only human. What matters the most is that you truly didn’t mean it and you’re sorry. I’m with you right now,” he starts drawing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, “am I not?”

“You’re right. You are with me now.” I lean in to kiss his cheek, reluctantly pulling away after a few moments to start driving. “Now, Mr. Han Jisung… give me the best first date ever.”

I smile. He smiles. We’re blissfully happy.

•••

Eight words.

That night, the squad gathers at our dorm and invites Jisung in after our date to question, gush over, and tease us. I spend most of the time curled up in his arms, snuggling with him as Ryujin asks what his intentions are (“To show this wonderful lady how much I love her.” “You pass.”).

Hyunjin keeps insisting he was right all along (“I knew you would end up dating!” “Whatever cooks your bacon, buddy.” “You were right, ‘jin! You’re like a fortune-teller. Quick, tell me what I’ll get on my English story next week!” “Uh… 420.”).

Tzuyu grabs me by the shoulders and squeals about how much of a power couple we are (“You guys are so cute! You could write each other poems as gifts! Aaaaah, our y/n is growing up so fast!” “...thanks, mom.”).

While we talk, I occasionally press light kisses anywhere I can reach: his cheek, his neck, his hand, his forehead, and his lips. The reactions are either highkey shipping (Ryu and Tzu) or highkey faked disgust (Hyunjin lmao). (We don’t tell them that we made out in the car for a solid twenty minutes before coming inside.)

The topic shifts from our relationship to anything and everything. After passionately debating whether humans are inherently neutral (neither good nor evil) and if raccoons should be considered pests, it’s well past midnight, and Tzu-Hyun-Sung head home.

The next day, Saturday, we have a weekly hangout with the nine boys and us three girls. More teasing ensues (particularly from the Aussie line and Changbin), but the day is like any other until that night.

Jisung and I go on our second official date to our favorite ramen store, the one where we know the owner by name. We take a stroll outside by a river afterwards, admiring the scenery.

“Y/n, I really like you. I get so happy whenever I see you, or even think about you. You make me want to compose a million love songs and dedicate them all to you. So what I’m saying is… I’m asking you if you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! A million times yes. I would love to. I could write a million poems about you.” I lean up and kiss him, smiling as I do so. “I would love to be your girlfriend, sweetheart.”

“You finally called me a pet name, babe! Why are you so cute?” Another smooch. He presses his forehead against mine. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You’re cute. And I’m the lucky one.” I suddenly step back and grab onto his shoulders. “The lucky J. One!”

He laughs, shaking his head, and we continue walking. “This is part of what made me fall for you.” He swoops down for another kiss, leaving me a blushing, stuttering mess.

Jisung really has a way with words. Of course, that’s a given, seeing as he’s a songwriter and poet. But combined with his actions and intentions, his strong work ethic and how much he cares about everyone, the transparency of his thoughts and emotions, he really is unique.

He has the power to make me speechless. But I’ll always have eight words to say.

You are amazing and loveable. Never forget that.

•••

Happy birthday, Han Jisung. You have the support of all us Stays.

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Waking up slowly, Grave frowns and hums in concern as she notices Scarlet beside her. Though that wasn’t what was concerning, they had gone to sleep in the same bed. But Scarlet, someone Grave knew to always be cold, was now very warm, her skin pallid as she sleeps beside Grave.

Glowing in worry, Grave moves in the bed, shaking Scarlet gently in an attempt to wake her up, though Scarlet doesn’t stir, body heavy and limp in a deep sleep.

Feeling more worry flood through her, Grave shakes Scarlet more, starting to panic as Scarlet stirs slightly, a hushed whine escaping her, sounding groggy and disorientated.

Buzzing quietly, Grave continues to shake Scarlet gently, wanting to be able to help her as Scarlet seems to stir, weakly lifting one of her arms to cover her eyes, the world scorching itself into her sensitive retinas.

Opening her mouth, Grave quickly shuts it again as she realises she doesn’t know what to say to eased the situation, her worry making it impossible to form a coherent thought as Scarlet groans, trembling slightly.

Frowning, Grave kisses Scarlet gently, in hopes of healing whatever’s wrong. But Scarlet groans again, moving slightly as she shakes, her skin still pale and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Feeling confused, Grave gives her another kiss, glowing more as Scarlet coughs quietly, her eyes forcing themselves open sluggishly to look at Grave.

“But??? Why?” Grave questions softly, kissing Scarlet repeatedly in hoped something will work, not wanting her to be in pain any more. But Scarlet scrunches her face, whining in confusion as she stirs more, feeling groggy.

Frowning more, Grave thinks as she curls herself into a ball, feeling scared as Scarlet reaches for her weakly. She attempts to sit up, but her body seems too tired to even do that, leaving Scarlet to sink back down to the bed.

Grave pulls Scarlet into a hug, holding her gently as she shakes, feeling Scarlet lean into her as she struggles to keep herself awake, feeling groggy and disoriented.

Trying to comfort her, Grave strokes her hair softly, hearing Scarlet hum as she dozes slightly, her body not wanting to deal with the illness as Grave presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, some small tears forming in her eyes.

Interrupting them slightly, someone knocks quietly on the door to the room, forcing Grave to get up from the bed to answer it.

“Hello?” She questions, her voice quiet as she pulls the door open slightly, enough to see Lola standing outside of it.

“Oh good I am at the right place.” She comments, tapping her foot against the floor impatiently. Deciding against letting her in, Grave immediately closes the door in Lola’s face.

“Don’t you think that was a little rude?” Lola questions, scoffing softly as she continues to knock on the door.

“That’s a compliment compared to the way you treat me, dickhead.” Grave insults her in return, keeping the door closed.

“Look I’m not here to play catfight with you, alright?” Sighing, Lola lowers her voice as she speaks again.

“Mhm, s u r e you aren’t, Lola.” Grave responds, sounding sarcastic as she snorts in dull amusement.

“I’m really not. I heard Scarlet got sick.” Lola explains, her voice turning serious as she speaks now, making Grave hesitate.

“Come in.” She gives in, opening the door for Lola, despite not liking that she has to let her inside.

“Thank you.” Lola moves inside the room to sit beside Scarlet on the bed. “When did this happen?” She questions, looking to Grave for an answer.

“Today…” Grave explains, sitting down on the floor as she closes the door behind them, feeling more worried by the second.

Frowning, Lola moves to check Scarlet’s temperature, who has already fallen back asleep on the bed as Grave watches, curling into a ball as she fiddles with her fingers, unsure of what she could say.

“Well, the good news is it can be fixed.” Lola explains, sighing as she stands up from the bed.

“Really?” Lifting her head to look at Lola, Grave feels some excitement build at the idea that Scarlet can be helped, a tiny smile spreading on her face.

“Yup. Just gotta get some shit and find the dick who did this.” Lola explains, moving away from the bed.

“Yaaay.” Grave smiles, but its less happy as anger rises within her, making her glow in response.

“Pretty much. Coming with to catch em?” Lola questions, huffing quietly as she looks down at Scarlet.

“Of course, the fuck type of question is that?” Grave asks, standing up from the floor quickly.

“Just askin. Scarlet should be fine for a while so we can get it done and over with.” Lola explains, leading Grave outside with her.

“Gonna fight some assholes!” Grave exclaims softly, a small smile on her face as she follows Lola.

“Kill em maybe, depends on how much they annoy me.” Lola explains. “My cars outside.” She continues.

“Oh… we’re taking a car… c o o l.” Grave looks at Lola in confusion before noticing the car parked outside.

“Quicker than walking, and I’m sure you can agree we want to get this sorted as quick as we can.” Lola explains, unlocking the car for them both.

“I wasn’t talking about walking either, but this is cool too.” Grave explains, playing with her hands as she gets inside the car.

“Either way, we don’t wanna be too noticeable. The dudes who did this don’t play nice.” Lola explains, getting inside the car and placing the keys in the ignition.

“Oh really? I never knew.” Grave’s voice is dripping with sarcasm as she curls into herself.

“Look, I know you’re stressed and all but you don’t gotta lash out at me. I’m stressed too.” Lola counters, staring the car as Grave sighs, nodding

“Alright, sorry.” She apologises, half meaning it as Lola huffs quietly, starting to drive away.

“I know we don’t get along but I’ve been trying to lay off recently.” Lola explains, able to see Grave rocking gently in the corner of her eyes.

“T-That’s good…” Grave comments, her feet tapping carefully against the floor as Lola looks at her for a moment.

“Well it just makes sense given the… situation.” She explains, driving down the road quietly.

“Yeah… it sucks ass!” Grave explains, glowing in both good and bad energy as she watches the world go past them.

“Well yeah, there’s this… and you also are kind of dating my family.” Lola explains quietly, focusing her eyes on the road.

“Cuz we h o m e o f s e x u a l s.” Grave explains, feeling confused by Lola’s words, but not willing to question her on it.

“She really didn’t tell you anything, did she?” Lola questions, frowning as she looks to Grave.

“Nah… its fine though.” Grave explains, shaking her head as she looks out of the window, away from Lola.

“Well there’s some things you should know, and I can only assume Scarlet kept them from you for fear of being left.” Lola explains, sighing quietly as she focuses back onto the road.

“O-Okay…” Grave comments, biting on the string of her hoodie nervously, fiddling with her hands.

“Its only her being paranoid since she likes you so much…” Lola continues, huffing quietly. “Well I guess you should at least know my relationship with her.”

“I… sure, why not.” Grave agrees, trying to smile as Lola sighs, focusing on driving to their destination.

“I’m Scarlet’s sister. Twin sister, to be more precise about it.” She explains, sounding calm.

“T-That’s cool…” Grave comments, nodding as she prevents herself from asking questions, fearing being yelled at.

“I know it’s probably a lot to process, feel free to ask things.” Lola explains, flicking her eyes to glance at Grave quickly.

“A-Are you sure? I don’t wanna ask to many and bother you…” Grave argues softly, feeling confused.

“Nah, I don’t mind. We normally get questions so it’s not new.” Lola explains, snorting indifferently.

“That’s not related at all…” Grave argues, frowning as she shakes her head, thinking it through.

“Look, it wont bug me so go for it.” Lola continues, a small smile on her face as she looks to Grave.

“Why were you so mean to me most of the time? A-And why arte you even being nice to me?” Grave questions, frowning.

“…It’s a defence mechanism. Me and Scarlet… don’t have the safest life.” Lola begins, frowning as she stares out the windshield. “I don’t wanna bring people into it. If I’m a bitch, no one will ever like me. I’ll never make friends; never have anyone close enough to get hurt. But now… Scarlet’s in danger and… I don’t know what to do.” She admits, sighing softly.

“Oh…” Grave trails off, fiddling with her hands. “I-I’m sorry for asking.” She apologises.

“Its fine.” Lola reassures her, a small smile on her face. “It doesn’t really matter.” She continues.

“It does though!” Grave exclaims, frowning as she shakes her head in concern, watching as Lola sighs.

“Grave, look, once this is over I can go back to being hated and you can go back to hating me. It’s a win win.” Lola explains.

“Do you want that?” Grave questions, frowning more as she wraps herself into a ball, watching Lola shrug.

“Want or not, it doesn’t matter. Its what I know. Our mother hated us and left, and father is busy most of the time. Am I just supposed to let people get close?” Lola vents quietly.

“You could try it…” Grave explains, trying to smile as she thinks, glowing softly as Lola frowns.

“And if they get hurt? Then it’s my fault.” Lola frets, turning to look at Grave, slowing the car more.

“Nope! Its not your fault unless you hurt them yourself.” Grave explains, tapping her feet against the floor as Lola stops the car.

“Won’t I mess it up? I’m not good at this shit…” Lola continues, Grave seeing a genuinely distressed expression on her face for the first time in knowing her.

“I could help you!” Grave exclaims, holding herself back from holding Lola’s hand, unsure if she would want that.

“Why help me? Haven’t I kinda fucked this up already?” Lola questions, a sad smile on her face.

“W-We could always… try again? Only if you want to tho.” Grave offers, frowning as she looks away from Lola.

“I-I wouldn’t hate it…” Lola admits, looking at Grave slightly as she processes her words.

“Good!!! You wanna start now?” Grave questions, smiling sweetly at Lola as she parks the car,

“Lets start with getting the fix for Scarlet.” Lola explains, flashing Grave a genuine smile.

“Yeah, the sooner the better.” Agreeing, Grave clips outside of the car, glowing softly as Lola follows her, locking the car behind them. Stretching silently, Lola pulls out a gun from a hidden pocket in her clothes.

“Oh, shooty shooty.” Grave comments, wiggling as she looks at the building in front of them.

“Yup. I’m gonna shoot at the fuckers while you grab the antidote to the poison they managed to slip Scarlet.” Lola explains, smiling.

“I thought we were gonna yoink the antidote and then blow the whole place up but that’s easier.” Grave smiles in amusement as Lola points to a door in the building.

“The antidote is in the locked office pas that door in a safe, though I doubt that’ll be an issue for you.” Lola explains the route quickly.

“Good!!” Ceasing her glowing, Grave cuts the conversation short, running to the door as Lola snorts, firing a bullet upwards to gain the attention of the people inside.

“Its… an office. Totally unexpected.” Grave speaks sarcastically as she clips through the door, looking around the office as she notices a safe in the corner, faint sounds of shooting coming from outside.

Moving over to the safe, Grave quickly clips her hand inside, a loud shot sounding off outside before things go quiet.

Feeling worried, Grave quickly grabs the cylinder inside of the safe, clipping outside to see what is happening. As she gets outside, she can see bodies of some men strewn about, riddled with holes, though one seems to be holding a shotgun.

Frowning in concern, Grave hides the vial quickly, ceasing her glow as she looks around, seeing Lola’s feet from behind the car.

Deciding quickly, Grave runs over to the car, revealing Lola lying near it, turned away from Grave.

Moving to her, Grave shakes her gently, a worried frown on her face as Lola remains unconscious, the wound in her abdomen bleeding profusely.

“Oh yeah, that’s kinda really fucking bad.” Grave frets, glowing in concern as she notices Lola’s pale skin from all the lost blood.

Not hesitating, Grave presses a gentle healing kiss to the wound, hoping to help at least a little, watching in relief as the wound closes itself up, some life returning to Lola’s skin.

“Fuck yeah!” Smiling softly in relief, Grave keeps herself quiet as Lola shifts slightly, not yet waking up as a small frown appears on Grave’s face, gone as soon as it appeared.

“That’s fine, that’s great.” Reassuring herself, Grave opens the car door as Lola stirs slightly, seeming very groggy and disorientated. Unsure of whether to wait for Lola to wake up or just move now, Grave watches as Lola opens her eyes slightly.

“Uh… hi.” Grave waves quietly as Lola groans, feeling out of it as she struggles to focus.

“Grave?…” She questions, voice hushed and unsure as Grave nods in response, wanting to calm her.

“Yeah, you passed out. It wasn’t good.” Grave explains, trying to reassure Lola calmly.

“Did you get it?” Lola questions, whining as she attempts to sit herself up on the floor.

“You mean this? I dunno, maybe.” Grave pulls out the vial, holding it up for Lola to see and confirm.

“Then it’s worth it. That’ll help Scarlet.” Lola relaxes at the sight of the vial, nodding to confirm it is the correct one.

“Good! Do you think you can stand up or do you want me to carry you?” Grave questions, smiling gently.

“I think the second I try and get up I’m gonna pass out again.” Lola admits, a soft sigh escaping her.

“I’ll carry you then!” Grave exclaims, carefully picking Lola up, watching her close her eyes as she relaxes into her.

“I would ask you if we should just n y o o m back but… car.” Grave explains, putting Lola in the seat gently before getting in beside her.

“Can you drive?” Lola questions. “I’m still n the verge of passing out again.” She explains quietly.

“I can drive very well!!!” Grave reassures her, nodding as a soft glow spreads over her.

“Good…” Smiling, Lola leans into her seat in the car comfortably as Grave starts it up.

“Ssseatbelt…” Grave remembers, doing Lola’s for her as she starts to drive, speeding a reasonable amount as Lola struggles to stay awake in her seat.

Grave increases the speed slightly, but not too much for fear of hurting Lola, who is half asleep as she shifts in her seat to get comfortable. Giving up on being reasonable, Grave speeds faster, too worried about Scarlet’s health. Lola winces as the car moves quicker, but she soon relaxes back into the seat, dozing quietly.

“Sorry, Lola…” Apologising, Grave frowns softly, keeping her voice quiet as Lola hums in response, calming as she slips in and out of consciousness.

“We h e r e!” Grave exclaims, pulling up in front of the house and clipping outside of the car excitedly, Lola stirring slightly, though her movements seem sluggish.

Thinking, Grave carefully picks Lola up out of the car, carrying her inside as Lola curls into herself, eyes opening slightly to watch Grave.

“Hi…” Smiling softly, Grave glows as Lola wakes up more, a small smile of her own gracing her face.

“Hey…” She answers quietly, still sounding slightly groggy as she speaks, voice low and tired.

“I’m gonna give Scarlet the antidote, you still want me to carry you?” Grave questions, giggling softly.

“You can leave me down here, Scarlet’s the priority.” Lola explains, smiling up at Grave as she speaks.

“O-Okay…” Grave agrees, placing Lola down carefully as she moves upstairs to Scarlet, feeling nervous as she glows.

Opening Scarlet’s room, Grave can see that she is still asleep in her bed, her skin pale and sickly as she trembles.

“She’s gonna be fine soon, its okay.” Grave reassures herself, keeping quiet as she administers the vial of antidote to Scarlet, watching some colour return to her face as she relaxes into the bed.

Grave glows happily, wanting to give Scarlet kisses as she waits for her to wake up, Scarlet shifting slightly in the bed as she stirs from sleep.

Squeaking happily, Grave’s feet tap against the floor as Scarlet scrunches her face up, her eyes opening a tiny bit as she starts to wake up more.

Grave opts to sit beside Scarlet on the bed, giving her space as she smiles, fiddling with her hands as Scarlet opens her eyes more to look around, feeling groggy and weak.

“H-Hi…” Waving, Grave gently pokes Scarlet’s nose in greeting as she hushes her voice, watching Scarlet smile.

“Hiya…” She responds quietly, leaning into the gentle touch as Grave pulls her into a hug, littering her face with love filled kisses.

“Are you okay?” Scarlet questions happily, a light giggle coming from her at the affection, giving Grave a gentle kiss of her own.

“Of course I am! A-Are you okay?” Grave squeaks as she returns the question, giving Scarlet a gentle kiss.

“I’m still tired and weak, but I think I’ll be okay…” Scarlet explains, smiling tiredly as she leans into Grave.

“Good! I like it when you’re okay.” Grave explains, smiling as she presses a soft kiss to Scarlet’s forehead, hearing her hum as she closes her eyes, hiding in Grave comfortably.

“I love you…” Grave comments, holding Scarlet in her arms, glowing softly in happiness as she speaks.

“I love you too…” Scarlet returns the sentiment quietly, nuzzling into Grave’s warm body as she grows sleepy.

“Wanna pretend all this never happened and we just hung out all day?” Grave offers, feeling Scarlet nod as she pulls her in to cuddle.

Returning the cuddle, Grave presses one more gentle kiss to Scarlet’s forehead as she falls asleep in her arms, following behind swiftly.

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for-a-flower · 4 years ago

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Part Four: Hopes and Dreams

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Frisk stirred and slowly opened his eyes. He was laying on his back among yellow flowers, peering into a stream of sunlight that shone down from above. He sat up with an excited grin. "It worked!" He ran both hands through dark fluffy hair. Frisk stood, picked up a nearby stick, then started down a dark tunnel ahead. He had a long journey if he was going to make it all the way to Asgore again, but if all went well, this one would be better than the last. As the child approached a patch of sunlight, he slowed his pace expecting Flowey to show up. Sure enough, a yellow flower pushed up from the ground. Frisk gave him a little smile.

Flowey didn't smile back. "Hey . . . remember not to kill anything this time," he said. "I can't believe this is a real thing I have to remind you." That wasn’t what had happened last time.

"You remember?" said Frisk.

Flowey glanced away and grumbled. "I could save too. That's how I kept bringing you back. I just . . . really failed at it during the whole killing you and all," he said. Flowey turned his gaze back at Frisk and laughed halfheartedly. "Of course I remember."

"Don't worry. I won't kill anything this time," said Frisk.

Flowey smiled. "Good luck." He burrowed to get out of sight.

Frisk glanced toward the gate into the Ruins ahead of him. A female monster with white fur and a purple robe rushed through the open gate. Frisk stared. She approached with a concerned look on her face. "Hello. Are you alright?" she asked. "Do not be afraid, my child. I will not hurt you. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins."

Frisk's face lit up with a smile. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m so glad to see you!”

Toriel was surprised at first but smiled and gave him a comforting pat on the back. "There, there. It is okay, my child. You are safe now," she said. "I promise I will do my best to protect you during your time here."

Frisk reluctantly let go then looked up with a smile and happy tears. “I thought you were gone.”

Toriel gave him a confused stare. “What ever are you talking about?” She glanced further into the dark cave. “I hope you have not been hurt. A fall like that can be very dangerous. You must be so lost and confused.”

Frisk scratched his head. Toriel didn’t remember. That was probably a good thing. “Yeah, kind of,” he told her. “But I’m not hurt.”

She smiled and motioned him to follow her. "Then come! I shall guide you through the Ruins," she said. She walked through the gate and continued into the area beyond.

Frisk stayed behind and grinned. "Yes," he said. "Yes!" He peeked through the gate to make sure Toriel was still on the other side. He tried to hide his squeal of excitement, but due to the confused look that came to the Queen's face, it was clear she managed to hear it anyway. He rushed to follow her, skipping on the way.

She giggled. "Welcome to your new home, my child. You seem very happy to be here.”

"I am! I'm glad I ran into you," said Frisk.

"I am glad I found you too. Come. We have quite a ways ahead of us." Toriel led the way and Frisk followed close by.

As Frisk and Toriel continued down a hall overgrown with vines and weeds, Flowey emerged from the dirt behind. He frowned. "Look at them . . . happy as ever." Flowey grinned and snickered to himself. "The human has no idea . . . no idea at all." He watched Frisk and Toriel exit the hall. His smile faded. "Still . . . Chara has to be around here somewhere. And since I haven't had any luck finding her, I guess I just gotta show her. But . . . I still need seven human souls to do it." Flowey sighed. "Oh well, I've still got a plan . . . and it's bound to work this time."

About half way through the Ruins, Toriel left Frisk behind for a head start to her home. This time Frisk didn’t wait around. He started his way through the Ruins and encountered a few Froggits. They prepared to attack but the child smiled and complimented them. They hopped away and let him pass without harm. Toriel called the cell phone she had just left with the child minutes earlier.

Frisk answered. "Hello?"

"This is Toriel," she said. "For no reason in particular, which do you prefer, cinnamon or butterscotch?" Frisk opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted. "Wait. Don't tell me. Is it butterscotch?"

Frisk’s pace slowed. "Uh . . . yeah. How did you know?"

Toriel laughed. "I had a feeling. Every time a human falls down here, I almost feel like I already know them. And truthfully, when I first saw you, I felt . . . like I was seeing an old friend for the first time. Strange, is it not?"

Frisk nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, thank you for your selection," said Toriel. "Bye." She hung up. Frisk lowered the phone. Did she remember something from before or not? Was it just a feeling she had? Like deja-vu? Frisk shrugged and kept moving. He had no trouble remembering how to solve the puzzles. Toriel called a few minutes later.

Frisk answered the cell phone. "Hello?"

"This is Toriel. You do not have any allergies, do you?" she said.

“Uh, no. Why do you ask?"

"No reason . . ." she replied. "No reason at all. Sorry for bothering you."

"It's no bother. Call any time you want."

"Aw, you're so sweet. Good bye for now." Toriel hung up. Frisk continued down a hall where he found Napstablook. He did his best to cheer up the ghost like last time. During his journey Frisk picked up the red ribbon from a pile of leaves. Several minutes later, he reached the balcony on which he had found a toy knife before. Even though he didn't want to fight anything, having to protect himself with just a stick was a bad idea. Frisk sighed, picked up the toy knife, then rushed toward Toriel's house. He rounded a corner and skidded to a stop by the large, dark tree in the front yard.

Toriel stepped out the front door, mumbling to herself. "Oh dear, that took longer than I thought it would.” She lifted her phone to call Frisk but stopped when she noticed him standing by the tree a few yards away. She slipped the phone in a pocket and rushed to him. "How did you get here, my child?"

"I went through the Ruins," said Frisk.

Toriel looked over him. "I told you to wait for me. Are you hurt?" Frisk shook his head. She let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness. I am sorry. I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this." Frisk smirked. Toriel gasped. "Or . . ." She smirked at the child. "Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come, small one!" She turned and led him to her home. On the way to the door Frisk took a moment to glance over the front of Toriel’s cozy home. He had finally saved her . . . brought her back. It gave him determination. He could do this. A yellow light flickered behind him, marking a save in this new timeline so that it would never be lost. Frisk stepped through red leaves and into the open door of a cozy, little house. Frisk stopped beside Toriel to take a deep breath as the smell of butterscotch pie drifted by.

"Do you smell that?" said Toriel. Frisk nodded. She gave him a kind smile. "Surprise! It is a butterscotch cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here, so I will hold off on snail pie for tonight."

"Thanks! It smells good."

"Oh, and here, I have another surprise for you." She took Frisk’s hand and led him into the hall on the right. She stopped in front of an open door on the left. "A room of your own. I hope you like it!"

As Frisk glanced over the familiar room with red painted walls, he held back tears but smiled. "It's perfect.”

Toriel rubbed his head with a hand, messing up his brown hair. She paused to sniff the air. "Is something burning?" She glanced toward the kitchen. "Um, make yourself at home!" She hurried out of the hall.

Frisk entered the room to look around. The king's son, Asriel, had lived here. He owned all of these stuffed toys while he was growing up. Frisk emptied his pockets of things he had collected so far. He had bought a couple doughnuts from the spider bake sale and found some monster candy Toriel had set out in the Ruins. Frisk set the food on a dresser in the room then took out the toy knife, red ribbon, and stick, which he set on the bed's blanket. Frisk smirked then turned to leave the room and rushed to the living room. He found Toriel sitting on a large recliner with a book in her hands.

She looked up as the human joined her. "Hello there, little one!" she said. "The pie has not cooled down yet. But if you want to rest, it should be done when you wake up."

Frisk nodded. "I will, but I want to ask you something."

"You'd rather stay up and chat with me?"

"Yeah. You're really nice like my mom."

Toriel glanced away. "Um . . .” She set down the book. “I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here." Her gaze shifted back to Frisk and she continued with a smile. "I have so many old books I want to share and . . . I even prepared a curriculum for your education. I mean, this may come as a surprise to you but . . . I've always wanted to be a teacher.”

“You would be a cool teacher. I know it,” said Frisk.

Toriel cleared her throat. “I'm sorry. You wanted to ask me something, did you not?"

Frisk sighed, his focus drifting down the wood floor. "Well . . . my mom is a lot like you. She’s kind and makes pies . . . and does a lot of things with me." Frisk glanced up at Toriel, who seemed surprised. "You're a lot like her. The room you gave me has a lot of kid’s things in it. You had a family once . . . but now you're all alone. What . . . happened to them?"

"Uhm . . ." Toriel blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "That was such a long time ago, my child. I do not remember everything so well anymore."

Frisk could tell that the question had opened an old wound, so he smiled and shook his head. "Never mind." He inched closer to her. "I wanna see some of the books. Can you read some to me?"

Toriel smiled. "Oh, of course." She motioned the human child to come sit on her lap. Once he had, she lifted the book again. "This one is called 72 Uses for Snails," she said. "There are a lot of interesting facts in here. Like this one.” She pointed to a statement on the page. “Did you know that snails sometimes flip their digestive systems as they mature?"

Frisk giggled. "That’s weird. How do they do that?"

Toriel rubbed her chin. "Hm . . . I am not sure."

Frisk wiggled impatiently on her lap. "Read another."

Toriel turned the page. "Alright, let me find another good one." Toriel continued reading to the human child for a good ten to fifteen minutes by a warm fireplace. Eventually Frisk told a joke and the two started making puns with each other. They laughed together and enjoyed each other’s company until Frisk grew tired. He yawned. "You must be exhausted," said Toriel.

"Yeah."

"Go and rest. I will still be here when you wake up. And so will the pie."

Frisk slid off her lap. "Good night!"

Toriel smiled. "Good night, my child." The child yawned again as he walked down the hall into his new room. He closed the door and switched off the light. He moved the items off the bed then let himself collapse on the soft mattress. He pulled the blanket over him and closed his eyes. He sighed. This was how it should have been. This is how it was meant to be. He felt like he belonged now instead of like he was out of place down here.

Frisk planned to spend the next day with Toriel to get to know her. But in the back of his mind, he knew he'd still have to leave. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay but . . . he still had to find a way to make it all different. Frisk tried not to think about it. As he started to drift off, another thought slowly came to him. Chara. She hadn't said anything to him since she ordered him to kill Flowey in the last timeline. He wondered if she was still around and if she was okay. In a way he was glad he hadn’t heard from her yet but he was also concerned. As far as he could tell, it seemed that both Flowey and Chara had been misunderstood. There had to be more going on with them and he wanted to know what. It wasn't possible to go back and prevent Chara from dying, but maybe he could make things better in the present somehow.

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softycat · 5 years ago

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I wrote a thing based on @muscularmuppet‘s Clef and Bright au thing as well as “the delicate art of sleeping through the night” by thefreindlyvandal on ao3. Link to that story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16081163/chapters/37553234

Warning for mentions of abuse of all kinds and suicidal thoughts.

“You know, I think I kinda like your weird fashion taste. It’s chaotic.” Clef mumbled. And you were soo pissy about not wearing what I wanted to wear. “Fuck off, I’m complimenting you so how about you be grateful for it instead of giving me attitude.” Clef scoffed. Well thank you very much, my lord. He could hear the sarcasm heavy in Bright’s voice. “Remind me never to be nice to you again.” Clef hissed. Will do. It’s weird anyway. “How is it weird?” You just aren’t really nice to me anymore since we got stuck like this so I’m not used to it. Makes it feel like something’s up or you’re trying to manipulate me.

Clef gasps. “I would never.” He said, despite the cheshire grin now spread across his face. I’ve seen you do it to other people. You tried to with Simon too. “Why are you so hung up on Glass? I’ve manipulated and lied to so many people in front of you but you always bring up him.” Clef said, despite already knowing the answer. He just wanted to mess with Bright. Shut up. Clef could feel Bright retreat back, out of his reach. Bright didn’t want Clef to hear his thoughts, so he had put space and a wall between their consciousnesses. It was hard to describe what Clef felt after that. His head had grown annoyingly used to hearing the constant buzz of Bright’s thoughts, so whenever Bright retreated inward and put energy into keeping the walls up, it was eerily quiet. Clef hated it.

It was so dark outside now. Are you sure it’s a good idea to be out this late? “Nothing’s gonna happen. I’m heading back anyway.” Clef said casually. Streetlights and the moon were all they had in the way of light. He wondered just how late it had gotten. We left at like what, midnight? “Yeah, something like that.” We’ve only been out here for maybe an hour or two, so 2 am at worst. “Nice.” Clef shrugged. He didn’t think much about small things like that, because he noticed how Bright liked figuring out the small things on his own. He probably wanted something to keep him occupied while he was stuck in that empty space. Clef almost felt bad for him. Just a little.

He felt Bright’s consciousness come a little closer to the surface again, briefly pushing forward enough to take over Clef’s senses. Clef could still control his body, but they shared just a bit of him. Smells like...rain. “Rain?” Clef tensed up. He honestly hadn’t noticed the smell until Bright pointed it out. He quickly pushed Bright back and he could feel Bright’s annoyance at that. He sped up his pace a little. He didn’t want to be caught up in the rain if it decided to fuck him over today. Bright could just for a moment feel something strange from Clef, an emotion he hadn’t seen in Clef much, and he tried to get closer, to see what it was, but then the walls came up and Bright couldn’t do anything. What’s going on? “Sorry Jack but I don’t appreciate your snooping.” Clef said, keeping a casual tone. Bright remained silent to that.

It started lightly raining and Bright could feel Clef walls wavering as it got harder to contain his thoughts and feelings. Bright wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what was going on or not. He’d never seen something like this before with Clef, although admittedly it had only been a few weeks. Bright decided it might be for the best if he stayed quiet. It felt dark and heavy around him, like Clef’s mind was reminding him that he was only a visitor. He didn’t feel safe.

The rain started picking up. He could tell Clef was deliberately controlling his own breathing, hear the quiet “in...out...in...out…” rhythm floating in the empty space between them. It was something small that seemed to seep through the cracks of Clef’s walls. Clef stumbled over his rhythm and Bright could feel his breath hitch and become more unsteady. He could feel Clef try again, and fail again.

It happened like that three more times before the rain picked up again and things got so much worse. The sound of the rain around them became overwhelming. It was everywhere, closing in on them. It was deafening. Clef’s attempts at keeping his breathing steady seemed to be drowned out by the rain.

Clef wasn’t walking anymore. Move, why are you just standing there? Hurry! Bright felt scared, and only more scared when Clef didn’t respond. He could feel everything starting to crumble. He could feel Clef starting to curl in on himself, crouched down on the sidewalk under a streetlight. The noise was getting louder and louder. The rain.

The wall crumbled with everything else and the flood came. Bright was hit with so much overwhelming fear. Get up! He felt like their lungs were being filled with water. Heat was rising. Everything hurts. Get up! He could hear this high pitched female laughter echoing, the sound bouncing off of everything. The rain.

He could feel everything, like he owed someone something, like he was uncomfortable, like he was afraid, like he loved her, like he wanted to die, like he was in pain, like he was bleeding, like he was being yelled at, like he hated her, like he wanted to end it, like he wanted to save someone, like he knew what was happening but wanted to deny it, like he had to end this, like he did, like he loved her, like he was running, like he was losing something, like he was trapped, and all of it, every little feeling was coming back full force. It wasn’t rain anymore it was a flood.

Alto Alto please please get up please I’m scared. He felt Clef suddenly ease back, pushing Bright forward. Bright was in control now, looking down at his bloody hands, feeling the pain of many wounds, blood seeping through Clef’s shirt. But he could do what Clef couldn’t. He stumbled to Clef’s feet and started running. He felt strange energy coursing through Clef’s body. Something so unfamiliar. “What is this? How did you get hurt?” He said, alarmed for a moment hearing himself say it out loud instead of in Clef’s mind. Clef didn’t respond and Bright could feel so much panic from him.

Bright kept running and finally he could see Clef’s apartment building. “Alto, hang in there, we’re almost there.” There still wasn’t a word from Clef. He kept running. He could feel Clef still spiraling, drowning in the flood. He could feel himself drowning too, but it was nowhere as intense as he was sure it was for Clef. He got to the building and took Clef’s keys out from his jacket. “Everything will be okay.” With shaky hands he managed to unlock the door after a few tries. He pushed open the door and quickly went inside, slamming the door behind him. He quickly locked the door again. “Alto, we’re here.”

He could feel a wave of feeling crash over Clef again. A loss of control. “What do you need?” Bright asked, unsure what to do. He looked around and felt jolts of fear whenever he looked at any windows where he could see the rain outside. “Is there anywhere with no windows?” Bathroom. He felt relief hearing Clef say something again. He headed to the bathroom, hoping being away from the sight of rain would calm Clef down. He closed the door behind them. He could feel the emotions ease up just a little. “See, we’re okay. You’re okay.” Bright said. “What can I do?” he asked, hoping Clef would talk to him now. He felt another wave of emotion. Clef was unsure. “You don’t know?” No. “...well...okay then. Um...we could call Simon, he’s a therapist so he might know what to-” He felt another intense wave of fear. “Alright, that’s a no. What about Kondraki?” There was more anxiousness, but it wasn’t so intense. It seemed Clef was more open to that idea.

He was temporarily distracted as he started to notice the room looked really weird. The colors felt off for some reason, and everything close to him seemed blurry. “Alto? What is this?” Bright asked, looking around, watching the mirror shift in shape and size ever so slightly. He felt Clef push forward a bit and things started to slowly come back into place. “Alto?” Later. Call Kon. Bright sighed. “Okay but if-” Don’t tell him about that. “You mean the weird blurriness and shifting thing?” Yes. “Alright..?” He took out Clef’s phone and turned it on, seeing the background to be a hideous flower pattern, almost reminding him of the stupid shirts Clef normally wore. Less judging me and more calling. “Right right.” He went to Clef’s contacts and found Kondraki’s number, labeled as “Konny” with a blue heart beside it. He would have laughed if he wasn’t still getting waves of fear. He calls Kondraki.

“Hey Alto, what’s up?” He heard Kondraki say. “Ah-it’s um...It’s Bright.” he responded nervously, his voice was shaky. Bright hadn’t talked to Kondraki for so long. It was always Clef who was in control when Kondraki was around. “Oh.” Was the only response he got from Kondraki. He probably was awkward about it just like Bright was. “I...um...I had to take control because Clef seems to be freaking the fuck out and ble…” He trailed off as he noticed that the pain and injuries seemed to be completely gone, and all that was left of it was the blood on his shirt as proof it happened. He could feel the energy draining from Clef, like he was fighting to control something. “And?” Kondraki questioned. “And nothing. But yeah he’s flipping out. He seems scared of the rain, what do I do?” Bright asked. Kondraki knew what Bright was talking about, and usually he’d tell him to give Clef space, but he knew Bright couldn’t exactly do that. They were stuck together.

“Just...give him back control, and try to be there for him, but not intrusive. He’ll be okay once the rain stops.” Kondraki said. A wave of sickness went over Bright suddenly. “Alright.” Bright eased back again, slowly pushing Clef back towards the surface, as soon as he did, he heard Clef sobbing, the body now shaking as the nausea got worse. He could hear Kondraki trying to calm him down over the phone but Clef hung up on him before vomiting water and blood into the bathtub. Hey hey hey Alto- “....Please...please shut up…” Clef mumbled, sounding just so tired.

So Bright did. And he heard and felt him cry and get sick and decline Kondraki’s calls, and see the world go fuzzy again over and over until the sound of rain started to die down. And he finally felt the fear start to ease. Alto…? he said it so quietly. “...Jack.” Clef sounded so raw and worn out. You alright? “I’m sorry you had to...see that.” Clef said, nothing above a whisper. It’s okay. Kondraki had stopped trying to call and text him a few minutes ago. Clef picked up the phone and looked at Kondraki’s last text, which read “I’ll be right there, just hang on.” And Bright felt a wave of affection go over Clef and Bright couldn’t help but be a little happy about it too. “...mmm…” He could feel Clef trying to rebuild everything. That head held high, that confidence, that annoying personality of his, everything. Trying to act normal again. You don’t have to do that. Clef tensed up. “Jack…I need to right now. Okay?” Clef said. It’s okay to just...let yourself feel it. “Jack. Another day maybe. But not today.”

It was left at that, and Bright understood.

#folie a deux #scp #scp foundation #alto clef #jack bright #benjamin kondraki

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