#fun little school project turned to something even more

[dark-roasted-kestel]

The watcher, the victim, the monsters

[not-neverland06]

Hey I’m just begging for a fic of Logan with a shy reader that she has a crush on him but thinks he’s never going to fix on her since Jean exists (maybe the reader can make her hair color change depending on the emotion or something

a/n: sorry I haven’t been responding to asks. The new job has officially killed my spirit. But I got to work out finally and do some yoga so hopefully I’ll start feeling more motivated 🤞🤞this one will be shorter

Logan Howlett x X-men!reader (Chameleon)

“Chameleon!” You jump, shoulders flying up to your ears. Almost immediately you can feel the tips of your fingers tingling. Sure enough, when you look down they’re already disappearing. Sighing, you turn around and glare at Scott. 

“What have I told you about scaring me?” 

He grimaces, raising his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I forgot.”

You roll your eyes and turn back toward your project. “Every time,” you mutter bitterly. You’re not an idiot. You know he thinks scaring you is funny. The whole school does. They all like to see you yelp and blend in with the nearest surface, the only thing visible is your stupid hair. 

“You’re, um, turning red.” Scott points to your head and you don’t have to look to know your hair is shifting colors.

You reach over and swat harshly at his arm, “Because you pissed me off! I know you scare me on purpose,” you accuse, jabbing your finger into his chest. He laughs and stumbles away from you. 

“Alright, alright, calm down. I was just messing around a little. Look,” he glances down at the lesson plans before you and sighs. “All this will have to wait. Charles needs us all for a mission.”

You huff and shove the papers into your desk drawer. “Alright, lead the way.” You feel Scott’s eyes still lingering on your hair and glare at him. “Move it, Summers,” you demand. 

You were already in a bad mood, you didn’t need him making it worse. It honestly shouldn’t be such a big deal for you. You get scared by everyone all the time. You used to enjoy it, enjoyed the way it felt like you all had your own joke. But, eventually, it started to feel less like an inside joke and more like you’re the unwitting butt of one. 

Some mutants get amazing powers, like Jean or Charles. Logan’s abilities are incredible, even if he doesn’t believe you when you tell him that. But yours, well, you're better suited as the cheap gimmick of a children’s birthday party than an X-Men. You’re just a walking mood ring that blends in with her environment. 

The only thing you’re good for is reconnaissance missions and embarrassing yourself. You don’t know what Charles sees in you. You’ve never understood why he insists you’re such a good asset to the team. Yes, you are good at spying on people, but you don’t need to when Charles has such strong telepathic abilities. You’re essentially useless in a fight due to a lack of regenerative or strength abilities. 

More often than not you feel like a child playing dress up, chasing after the big kids. You know the others don’t mean anything bad by it when they tease you into going invisible or laugh when your hair changes. It’s all in good fun. But it doesn’t make you feel any less like easy entertainment rather than a teammate. 

It doesn’t help that you’ve got little to no control over your abilities when it comes to Logan. You’ve never had such a horrifically bad crush like this. Anytime he opens his mouth around you, you're fighting off the urge to just go invisible and run away. You feel like you go feral around him. You don’t know how he hasn’t caught onto what the colors of your hair mean when you’re near him. 

It’s constantly switching between some odd mix of red and pink when you talk. Which, you know what it means, but you’re praying no one else does. Red can mean angry, depending on whether you’re talking to Scott or not. You know, though, that with Logan it just means you want to jump his bones and you’re hopelessly in love with him. 

Thankfully, like the others, he associates red with anger. Which isn’t great for you because that just means he thinks every time he opens his mouth you’re pissed off. At yourself, maybe, but at him, never. It just means when he wears those stupid tanktops you want to dig your teeth into his biceps and never let go. 

Scott opens the door to the meeting room and you slide in past him. Charles gives you a brief smile as a greeting. You take the chair at the end of the table, which just happens to be next to Logan - completely coincidental. He gives you a tense smile and you return it stiffly. You tug your hood over your hair, praying he doesn’t notice the red in your strands yet. You don’t want him to think you hate him. You completely prefer that over him knowing how feral you are for him, but it’s not conducive to your slow plan to finally get him to acknowledge you as a sexual partner. 

You swear, if your name isn’t Jean Grey, you might as well just be a shapeless blob of nothing. He glances over at her, that smoldering look in his eyes, and you try not to throw up in your mouth. Scott wraps an arm around Jean’s shoulders and they break their lingering stares. 

Logan glances over at you and catches the glare on your face before you can get rid of it. He huffs and turns towards Charles. With a sigh, you sink back into your chair and focus on not just going invisible. 

“Chameleon,” Charles says your name and your eyes widen. You wonder how much you’ve missed while you’ve been glaring at the back of Jean’s head. “Does that sound alright with you?”

You look around the table for help but they’re all staring expectantly at you. “Sure,” you stumble over the word, racking your brain for any answers. It seems not even your subconscious was paying attention to Charles droning on. “Sounds great.” He gives you a satisfied nod. 

“Good. Off to the jet, all of you.” he rolls out of the room and you wait until he’s out of earshot to kick Logan under the table. 

He glances back at you, smirking. “Don’t know what you agreed to?”

You purse your lips and shake your head. “Nope,” he gives you a look like he knew you’d say that. You hate how well he can read you when it feels like you’re constantly hitting walls trying to understand him. 

“You’re scoping a place out for us. Making sure it’s safe so we can retrieve some information.” You give him a thankful look and he chuckles. “You need to start paying attention, kid.”

You groan and get up from your chair, brushing past him. “I told you to quit calling me that.” It makes you feel like that’s all he’ll ever see you as, some kid invited onto the team. You want him to see you as someone he could have sex with, hopefully, love one day. 

He glances past you at Jean. She smiles at him and you fight everything inside you to not roll your eyes and gag at them. She’s holding onto Scott and making fuck me eyes at Logan, which he’s happily returning. This is just too disgusting for you. 

You shove past him and ignore how he calls out your name. Your real name. He’s the only one that uses it. For some reason, most people just refer to you by Chameleon. You don’t understand why. They just don’t seem to think of you outside your abilities as a mutant. 

You make it to the jet before the others, taking the private time to change into your X-Men suit. If there’s one useful thing about your ability, it’s that it affects whatever’s touching you. Which means, you don’t have to strip naked to go completely invisible. And if anyone is around you, all you have to do is hold onto them and they’ll blend in too. 

You’re tugging up the zipper of your top as Logan walks in. He gives you an odd look, sitting on the bench in front of you. “Angry about something?” He asks, gaze darting up to your head. 

You drag your fingers over the ends of your hair and sigh. “No,” you tell him bluntly, taking the seat beside him. 

His brows furrow in confusion. “It’s red, though,” he points out, his tone colored in suspicion. 

You laugh a little, “Red doesn’t always mean angry.” It’s the most you’ve ever confided about your hair colors to him. The largest hint you’ve ever given him that you don’t hate him. You’re worried if he knew how you really felt about him, he’d think you were a little creep. 

He slides his arm behind you on the bench, leaning in until you’re practically sharing the same air. You know your eyes are comically large, you don’t even want to know what color your hair is turning right now. “What else does it mean, kid?” He whispers and you don’t even pay attention to the nickname. All you can see and hear right now is him. How close he is, how close your lips are. 

You could lean forward an inch or two and you’d be kissing. “Um,” you swallow harshly around the lump in your throat. You don’t even know what he asked you, all you can think about now is kissing him. 

“Logan!” Ororo’s voice echoes through the jet and you leap away from him, trying to calm your racing heart. Logan sighs and leans back in his seat, giving Storm a tense smile. She glances at you and laughs, “She’s nearly see-through, what are you doing to her?”

You frown and look down at your hands. Sure enough, you’re going translucent. You let out a silent groan, and tuck your knees into your chest. You take a few deep breaths until you’re one solid form again. It’s so embarrassing when that happens, when you lose control over yourself like that. 

But it’s even worse when Logan does it to you. He gives you hope, stupid, hateful hope, for one minute that he might feel something deeper. Only for it to be another joke. You’re a walking mood ring, nothing more than a quick laugh to all of them. 

Jean walks up the ramp, her gaze going to Logan first before drifting towards you. “Are you alright?” She mutters, trying not to let the others hear. Of course, Logan can, with his stupid enhanced abilities. “You’re turning blue,” she points out and you roll your eyes. 

You can feel Logan’s stare burning holes into the side of your head and it only makes you feel worse. You hate being a joke, but you also hate showing them just how much it affects you. You don’t want to seem like a crybaby that can’t handle a little teasing. But you’d thought coming to Charles’ school meant people would stop poking fun at you. It feels like being dragged right back into high school. 

“I’m fine,” you tell her. She doesn’t look like she believes you but she takes a seat anyway. Of course, placing herself right next to Logan, even though her fiancee is a few feet away from her, looking just as hurt as you. They lean into each other and whisper. They’re not even trying to hide it anymore. You let your glare bore into the floor, ignoring how much seeing them together hurts. 

The mission had gone well, Logan had been hoping to go to the bar and grab a drink with you. But the second his back is towards you, you’re running off the jet. Logan calls out your name, trying to catch up. You glance back at him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He smiles at you and your eyes widen. You go invisible and Logan glances around, baffled. 

He calls out your name again but the door ahead of him opens and closes quickly. He can only assume you’ve run away again. You always run away from him. You’re always pissed off at him. He doesn’t know what Jean’s talking about when she says you like him. 

Logan’s never met anyone more repulsed by him. 

“Would you just trust me?” Jean tells him lowly, creeping up behind him. 

His face falls and he turns to her, glaring at her knowing smirk. “She just fuckin’ ran away from me. Pretty sure that’s about as good a hint as I’m gonna get, Jean.”

She glances over her shoulder, waving Scott away and looping her arm through Logan’s. “You’re an idiot, Howlett.” He scoffs and she swats at his shoulder. “Trust me, I can read minds, remember?”

Of course, he knows she’s got some pretty decent telepathic abilities. But he didn’t think she would so brazenly breach your boundaries. There’s an unspoken rule that the mind readers of the school don’t delve into your brain without permission. 

She sees the look on his face and sighs. “I didn’t read her mind. She got drunk a little while ago and told me about her raging crush on you,” she laughs a little at your expense and Logan lets out a short chuckle. You can be a pretty sloppy drunk if they let you go too far. He figures it was one of those girl’s nights he wants nothing to do with. You’d probably let the tight reigns you keep on yourself slip for once. 

“She goes red every time she sees me. I don’t know what else that could mean other than she hates me.” Logan isn’t surprised that you’re not taken with him like he is with you. He’s used to the rejection, but it hurts just a bit more coming from you. You’re so welcoming to the others. 

You embrace every new member of the school with open arms. Yet, with him, you get angry whenever you see him. You see through his walls, see the rot lurking underneath them. And, rightfully, want nothing to do with him. He understands your reasoning. 

Most days he barely wants anything to do with himself. He’s made a lot of bad choices in his life, half of which he can’t remember. But he’d hoped, for one minute, that you might give him a second chance. As much as Jean insists otherwise, he can see the truth of how you feel about him every time you run away. 

“Red doesn’t always mean anger,” Jean tells him elusively. It’s the same thing you’d said to him on the jet. It makes his brows furrow in confusion and he glares at her. 

“What else could it mean?” He demands sharply, sick of her teasing him with the possibility you might feel the same way. 

She bites her lip, looking suddenly sheepish. “I can’t say-”

“Jean,” Logan snaps. He stops her from walking any further, keeping her planted in one spot with him. “Tell me,” he’s sick of the games you’re both playing with him. He just wants some straight fucking answers. How hard is that?

She sighs and looks away from him. “I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”

“And I’m sure you promised you also wouldn’t tell me how she feels about me,” he points out. There’s a sharp tone to his voice, it’s rude but he can’t bother feeling guilty about it. 

She can’t meet his eye, a smirk fighting at the corner of her lips. He waits impatiently for her answer, irritation broiling quickly in his gut. He’s about to snap at her again when she finally meets his eyes. 

She speaks through a laugh, like what she’s about to say is so ridiculous she can’t hold it in. “She wants,” she cuts herself off with another laugh and Logan groans in frustration. He begins to walk away from her when she yells, “She wants to fuck you!” At his back. 

His eyes widen in surprise before he turns back to her with a displeased look. “Are you fuckin’ with me?” He demands, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously. 

She shakes her head and brushes past him. “You didn’t hear it from me,” she warns, tone grave as she leaves the room. 

Logan is left standing in the same spot, stunned at the revelation. He’s not sure how much of that he believes. But he doesn’t understand why Jean would possibly lie to him about this. She gains nothing by setting him up for failure. As much as he doubts the honesty behind her words, he’s got no other choice but to trust them. 

He heads to the most likely place you’re hiding out. Charles has a private library that’s blocked off from the kids. There are too many first editions in there, he can’t risk any of them accidentally blowing them up. You like to head there when you’re trying to avoid people. 

He tries to stay quiet as he walks in, not wanting you to run off again. It’s hard to confront someone who goes invisible whenever she feels like it. He sees light blue hair draped over the back of an armchair. He feels like a creep as he stalks towards you, sneaking and pouncing on you so you can’t run away. 

He can’t imagine how Jean ever thought him approaching you would be a good idea. He whispers your name, trying not to startle you. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much you hate when the others scare you. They might not mean anything bad by it, but they have to be blind not to see how much it pisses you off. 

You still jump, glancing up at him with a surprised look. He looks to your hair for any tells of how you feel. Some pink weaves its way through the stands but it otherwise stays relatively blue. His brows furrow in confusion, he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad sign that there’s no red. 

“How are ya, kid? Ran off pretty quick earlier.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you mutter, giving him a brief glare before staring absently down at the book in your hands. Logan kneels beside your armchair, covering the pages with his hand. You huff, giving him an expectant look. “Yes, Logan?” You demand, tone short.

Logan tilts his head, examining you and your body language. You seem relatively closed off, irritated at him or something else. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s never been good with words or trying to express how he feels. He’s more comfortable showing how much he cares for those around him. 

Throwing caution to the wind, he lets his hand drift to your wrist and tugs you forward. Your eyes widen as he drags you toward him. The kiss is short, he doesn’t want to push you too much. But it takes everything in him to stop himself from deepening it. All he wants is to pull you into his arms and devour you. 

He holds back, parting from you with a low exhale. Your eyes flutter open and he grins when he sees the bright red your hair has turned. “What,” you sputter and stumble over your words. You shove him back and leap to your feet. “What the hell was that?” You demand, voice higher than he’s ever heard of it. “What was that?” You ask him shrilly, again. 

You almost seem to be stuck in a loop, blinking rapidly and asking the same thing. Logan chuckles and gets to his feet, he gives you a knowing look and you narrow your eyes at him in disbelief. 

“Jean told me.”

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. Realization dawns on your face and you gasp, looking up at him with something like horror on your expression. “No,” you tell him lowly. “She didn’t,” it almost sounds like you’re begging him to tell you otherwise. 

He laughs again and your face falls. You start going clear, he can see the bookshelf through your stomach and he sighs. He grabs your hand, holding onto you before you can run again. You don’t even seem to be aware that you’re slowly disappearing from view. 

“She’s, uh,” he struggles to figure out what to say to make you feel better. “She’s been coaching me,” he admits shamefully. “Trying to help me talk to you.”

You glance up at him but he can barely see your expression. The only thing reassuring him you’re here is his grip on you and your voice. “What? But I thought that-” You cut yourself off quickly and Logan glares down at where he thinks your face is. 

“Thought what?”

You take a long pause and exhale deeply. “I thought,” you mutter, “you liked her.”

“She’s with Scott,” he points out bluntly. He can practically hear you roll your eyes, even if he can’t see it. 

“Yeah, I know. But you guys are always whispering to each other and making googly eyes.”

“Googly eyes?” He interrupts, disgust clear in his tone. 

“I was wrong,” you continue, ignoring him. “I see that now, but I thought you didn’t care about me.”

Logan huffs, he hates that you thought that. He should have just been open with you from the start. He’s faced rejection his whole life, he shouldn’t have been so petrified of it just because it could come from you. If he’d just manned up and told you earlier, it would have saved you both a lot of time and hurt. 

“Kid,” he hopes he’s making eye contact with you and not just staring at some random book. It’s really hard to tell when you go invisible like this. “You’re the only person I care about in here.”

You’re quiet for a long while and he worries you’ve somehow slipped away without him realizing. But, ever so slowly, you start coming back into view. Logan awkwardly averts his eyes from your breasts, he’d been hoping he was making eye contact with you, clearly, he was wrong. 

“You mean that?” You ask, and he hates the trepidation in your voice. He’s never been good with words, he doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him. But he can show you. 

His hand drifts up your arm, wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you towards him. You trip over your feet, hands landing on his chest to stabilize yourself. He leans down, hovering over your lips for a moment. He waits until your eyes drift shut and your lips purse impatiently before he finally kisses you again. 

He doesn’t hold himself back this time. He pours every racing thought he’s ever had about you, every one of his wanted-to-tell-you-how-he-feels-and-hasn’t moments into the kiss. Your hands slowly curl up into his shirt, wrinkling it and tugging him further into you. 

To his surprise, you deepen the kiss, mouth moving over his like you want to devour him whole. He’s sure if he opened his eyes your hair would be a bright roaring red. He smirks against your lips, happy that, for once, he actually listened to Jean. If it gets him results like this, he might have to do it more often. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[pastryfication]

hiii! i love your writing please could you do Oscar x reader where reader goes to his home race and sits in the paddock and meets oscars parents and sisters for the first time, reader is super nervous at first but you all get on super well and there all really nice

his mom calls me love

pairing: oscar piastri x female!reader note: i combined the request with this since they were almost the exact same!! i love the piastri family they all seem so genuine so this was fun to write <33 hope you enjoy

you’re nervous, more nervous than you’ve ever been.

the paddock is bustling, the air thick with excitement and the faint smell of burnt rubber, but all you can focus on are your buzzing nerves. just yesterday, you touched ground in melbourne for oscar’s home race, and today, you’re not just meeting his family—you’re meeting them all at once, and without oscar by your side.

he has told you a thousand times that you’ve got nothing to worry about, that his family will love you, but it’s hard to silence the wild butterflies in your stomach when they’re trying their hardest to make you sick.

you spot nicole first. she’s standing with oscar’s sisters by the hospitality area, and as soon as she spots you, she waves you over with a bright smile.

you’re instantly struck by how warm she seems, like a ray of sunshine on an overcast day. she pulls you into a hug the moment you’re close enough, and it’s so genuine, so full of kindness, that a little bit of your anxiety starts to melt away.

“we’re so happy you’re here,” she says, her voice joyful and comforting. “oscar’s told us all about you.”

the sisters gather around, each of them with the same easygoing charm as their mom. hattie, the oldest, gives you a knowing look, as if she’s seen oscar’s nerves about today and knows exactly what this means to him. edie is chatty, asking you questions about the race, about how you met oscar, her enthusiasm infectious. mae, the youngest, is a little held back at first but quickly warms up, giggling at every funny story you tell about oscar and smiling brightly when you compliment her outfit.

you feel the tension in your shoulders ease as you talk to them. nicole makes sure you’re comfortable, offering snacks and making gentle conversation that doesn’t feel forced or awkward. it’s like sitting with old friends, and you can see where oscar gets his sweetness from. the girls are delightful, and before you know it, you’re laughing at something hattie said, feeling lighter than you have all day.

time passes quickly in their company. you’re so engrossed in a conversation with mae, who’s telling you about her latest school project with joyful enthusiasm, that you don’t even notice when oscar finishes his post-qualifying duties and walks over to join you all. he pauses a few feet away, a soft smile spreading across his face as he takes in the scene: his family and his girlfriend—all of the most important women in his life—all together and getting along so effortlessly.

he doesn’t say anything right away, content to just watch. there’s a warmth in his chest as he sees you laughing with hattie, reaching over to fix a stray hair on edie’s head, and listening intently as mae chatters on about something you clearly don’t entirely understand but are genuinely interested in. he loves how naturally you fit in, like you’ve always been a part of this group.

nicole catches oscar’s eye first and gives him a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of how well this is going. it’s everything he hoped for, and he can’t help but feel grateful. he’s never seen you this comfortable around people you’ve just met, and it makes his heart swell with pride and affection.

finally, hattie nudges you gently and nods toward oscar, breaking you out of your conversation. you turn, surprised to see him standing there, looking at you with that soft, adoring smile you love so much.

“hey,” he says, sliding into the circle and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

you smile up at him, feeling his presence ground you even further. “you weren’t interrupting,” you say, leaning into his side. “we were just talking.”

he squeezes your shoulder and looks around at his family, grateful to see how quickly you’ve been embraced. nicole gives him a wink, and the sisters beam at you both, already teasing oscar about how he’s been replaced by you—and mae doesn’t hesitate to mention that you’re way out of his league and he better not screw anything up, making the entire group burst with laughter.

and for a moment, standing there in the middle of it all, surrounded by warmth and laughter, you realize you’re not nervous anymore. you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[itneverendshere]

school spirit and all! - soccer!frat!rafe cameron blurb (+18)

warnings: future smut. paring: smart!reader x himbo!rafe; ps: this is just for fun cause someone asked me to post it (it was just a draft😬)

you’ve never been one for academic sports spirit.

what’s the point? okay, your school has incredible athletes, that’s good, but why the fuck would you kiss and praise the ground they walk on? you’re a fantastic student and no one gives a shit. why do they get all the glory while brainiacs get zilch?

the double standards piss you off. somehow academics always take the backseat to sports. maybe that explained your dislike towards jocks like rafe cameron.

up until sophomore year, you’d only heard about him, saw him occasionally around school. it was understandable why people talked about him so often. he looked like he’d just been ripped off a page of an abercrombie and fitch catalog, and apparently – you’d never attended a game to check – he was the best player on the team, playing forward. but, unlike many, you didn’t form an opinion about him until you met him.

the verdict? total pain in your fucking ass.

ever since you two were paired in a class project together, an annual class at that, he suddenly took an interest in you, like you were some sort of exotic animal he’d never encountered in his life, only because you wouldn’t flirt with him.

outrageous, never done before.

for the first four months, it was just him laying on the cheesy pickup lines and you rolling your eyes so hard you thought they'd pop out of your head. eventually, rafe dialed it down and you were able to be civil, perhaps friends. if you could call it that.

wich is why, as his friend, you’re starting to lose your fucking patience. the season was not going well for his team. at all. there’s little to no chance they’re going to be able to win the championship.

not that you care, but apparently the whole school does. everyone seems to be on the verge of a meltdown.

“i swear to god if they lose to standford next week–“

“pope, will you kindly shut the fuck up? it’s just soccer.”

“just soccer?”

you let out an exasperated sigh, glancing over at pope who looks at you like you’ve just shot someone, “can we study? peacefully?”

"it’s not just soccer! it's about school spirit, camaraderie, y’know?"

you raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. "camaraderie? please. more like a bunch of testosterone-fueled egos chasing after a ball," you retort, disdain evident in your tone.

“you don't know what you're talking about. and i'm being dead serious, cameron’s been on edge lately. never seen him like this."

you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms. "yeah, well, losing does that to people. don't why you're complaining soooo much" you sigh, "i’m the one who has to put up with all the brooding and pouting.”

pope’s quiet. too quiet. you can picture the gears turning in his brain as he blankly stares at you. nothing good ever comes out of that.

“what?” you press, wondering if you have to break the school spirit out of him.

“you should fuck him. after or before, don't care. but you should."

you recoil, nearly tumbling out of your chair at pope's suggestion.

your eyes widen in disbelief, your mind struggling to process what he just said. for a moment, the room spins around you, and you feel like you’ve been thrust into some surreal alternate universe.

“what?! pope?" you finally manage to sputter, acting like you're about to go into cardiac arrest, "the fuck's wrong with you?"

“don’t look at me like that,” he merely shrugs, “that man is depressed. he needs to get laid if he’s going to win something.“

you hardly think a guy like rafe is not getting laid every other day, but that’s irrelevant. your jaw drops, stunned by his audacity. "are you kidding me? you don’t even like him!”

“but i like winning!” he whines, all but pushing his books aside to place in his elbows on the table, “and he’s so obsessed with you it hurts watching. he’s like one of those little crusty white dogs always running after you.”

you shake your head in disbelief, "he does it to be funny, okay? he’s not actually interested.. t's just a joke”

your best friend only laughs, a raucous, almost maniacal sound that echoes through the room. he clutches his stomach, "just joking?" pope gasps out, his laughter still bubbling to the surface. "oh man. you're hilarious, honestly, wow."

you stare at him, lips set in a straight line, feeling like you missed the entire joke. "what's so funny?"

pope wipes away a fake tear, trying to compose himself. "he almost ripped a new one to jj after he pulled that stunt last semester.”

your eyebrows knit together in skepticism. “and? i still don’t follow.”

rafe and jj couldn’t stand each other. both are incredible athletes and everyone always gushes about how great they are together on the field. outside, however? not so much. they don't mix. ever.

“and?! why do you think jj randomly talked about you in the locker room?”

“because he’s a horny creep and got a kink for fist fights with undressed men?”

you love jj. really, you do. but sometimes he’d win a lot more if he just kept his mouth shut or thought before speaking. you've lost count of how many times that boy has been suspended.

pope leans in, his tone low and conspiratorial, “cameron practically threatened to rearrange jj's face if he ever mentioned you again.”

you narrow your eyes, “nop. you’re making that up.”

pope shakes his head, a grin playing on his lips. "nah, i'm dead serious.”

your mind races, trying to piece it all together. while your brain always clicks instantly in class, feelings...emotions are a little more complicated to grasp sometimes.

"wait, so you're saying he actually cares about me?"

he nods, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "yep.”

“seriously?”

pope chuckles, leaning back in his chair. "head over heels. you’re our school’s only hope.”

your brain's on overdrive trying to process pope's bombshell revelation. rafe cameron, the big-shot jock, actually giving a fuck about you? it's like some twisted plot line from a teen drama. you didn’t see this one coming. but then again, you hardly pay attention to anything outside academics.

“so what? ’m supposed to fuck the mediocrity out of him?”

he grins, clapping you on the shoulder, “there’s that school spirit!”

you slap his hand away, “oh fuck off. ‘m being serious.”

he’s still grinning like he just cracked the code to life. "come on, hear me out. it's like a strategic move, y’ know? boost his morale, boost the team's performance. win-win."

you roll your eyes, not buying into his scheme. "yeah, because my sex habilities are definitely the key to winning soccer games."

he shrugs, undeterred. "it's not like you'd be doing it for him. it's all about the greater good."

you scoff, rearranging your notes for the millionth time, "this isn't some feel-good sports movie."

it’s not like you never thought about rafe. sure, he's a yapping idiot around you most of the time, but every time you need help or an extra hand, he’s always the first one to offer. that has to count for something, right?

“the ball’s in your court.”

yeah it is.

truth to be told, you’ve been sick and tired of rafe acting like a loser over soccer. what was the point in whining about it if he wasn’t going to try and do better? god, you'd never seen him like this before and it's been irking you to beyond. even more now that pope mentioned it again.

at this point, you just want to march up to him, shake him and make it come to his senses. you can’t even remember that last time he tried to hit on you. that’s how bad it is! the memory is buried under the weight of his brooding.

so maybe….maybe pope's onto something, y'know? maybe there's more to it than just you and rafe. and yeah, okay, you're not exactly thrilled about the idea of hopping into bed with him, but only because you’d hate the attention that comes along with his name.

but...a part of you is weirdly intrigued. not because you're dying to be his next conquest, but because you're just done with watching him drown in his own misery. maybe this could be the wake-up call he needs. a swift kick in the ass to snap him out of his funk.

you wouldn’t be doing out of selfish reasons! school spirit and all. you’d be doing everyone a favor. and you wouldn't need to blame it on yourself if things went downhill.

you had pope for that.

which is why you’re standing in front of rafe's room in his frat.

a jock and a frat boy? charming. you’ve certainly hit the jackass lottery. but you’ve been here before. he always saved the day when the library was packed or when your roommate was too busy fucking her boyfriend in your dorm room. this was weirdly your safe place to work.

taking a deep breath, you rap your knuckles against the door, trying to ignore the butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach. it's not about you! get a grip.

the door swings open, and there's the fucker, all brooding and rugged, like he just walked off the set of a sports movie. you roll your eyes at the cliché, but there's something weird about the way he looks at you. or maybe the tight wife-beater is doing a number on you.

you still notice the bags underneath his swollen eyes.

there's a flicker of surprise in him, like he wasn't expecting to see you, out of everyone in this school, standing there and you can't blame him; after all, you're not exactly a regular visitor to the frat house, only when your academic needs force you to.

“hey?”

“you look like shit, cameron.”

rafe's eyebrows raise in surprise at your blunt remark, “uh, what?”

you roll your eyes resisting the urge to scoff. "can i come in or are you going to stand there looking like an idiot all day?”

rafe chuckles, stepping aside to let you into his room, “come on in.”

you step inside, taking in the cluttered room with a mixture of amusement and mild disgust. it was never this bad before, you know rafe’s a clean freak and this? this is not him. but it is exactly how you imagined a frat boy's room would look like—dirty.

there’s laundry strewn across the floor, empty beer cans littering the desk, and a distinct musky smell lingering in the air. you shake your head in disbelief, shooting rafe a disapproving look.

"what are you? a divorced forty-five-year-old man?”

rafe laughs at your comment, though there's a hint of embarrassment in his expression as he scratches the back of his neck. "yeah, i know. sorry about that."

he’s doing worse than what you realized and it tugs a little at your heartstrings.

you raise an eyebrow, unconvinced by his apology. "sorry doesn't cut it, cameron. you should be ashamed of yourself.”

"okay, fair point. i'll clean up, promise."

“not just your stupid room. i mean your whole attitude. you've been moping around like a loser!”

rafe's expression shifts, defensiveness crossing his features. "hey, ‘m not—"

"don't even try to deny it," you interrupt, not backing down. "everyone’s noticed. you’re pissing me off.”

you don’t know why you’re suddenly so tempted to give him the scolding of a lifetime, but there’s just something about seeing someone with so much potential and drive wasting it all away without a fight. it’s not like him.

and by the kicked-puppy look on his face, you can tell he's not used to being called out so openly. but you're dead set on breaking through to him, no matter how awkward it gets.

“see! you’re just staring at me like—like, a fucking idiot!”, you fire off, frustration lacing your tone. the irony of the situation isn't lost on you. “will you speak for gods sake? for more than five seconds? i spent months trying to get you to shut up and now you do?”

rafe's stunned expression makes you second guess your approach for a moment, but you push the feeling aside, knowing you can't afford to let sympathy cloud your purpose here.

“why are you mad at me?”

you can't believe he's still clueless after all this time.

"why am i mad at you?" you repeat incredulously, feeling the irritation rising your my chest. "seriously, rafe? have you even looked in the mirror lately?"

he blinks at you, his confusion evident, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"you've been moping around like the world's about to end.”

rafe's brows furrow even further, and for a moment, you wonder if he's playing dumb or if he genuinely has no idea what you’re talking about. "i don't—uh, i don't understand," he finally stammers out, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

that’s it.

you’re gonna pull the feelings card and hope it doesn’t backfire.

“do you like me?” you blurt out, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

rafe snorts as he lifts his finger to scratch his face, “course i do. pretty obvious.”

for a second you get a glimpse of the real rafe and it soothes you inside.

“and you want to fuck me?”

you’ve never seen him look so gobsmacked in his life, you’d laugh in his face if it wasn’t such a serious matter.

“what?” he stammers, his cheeks flushing slightly. you can’t believe the rafe cameron is blushing. over you.

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair. "do you want to fuck me? do i need to spell it out for you?”

he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, and you can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at finally catching him off guard, “’m sorry? is this—are you…is this for punk’d?”

"punk'd? seriously, rafe?" you snap, incredulous that he would think this is some sort of prank, “it’s 2024.”

rafe's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, and he stammers again "no, i mean— i just...didn't expect you to— uhh”

“yes or no.”

rafe blinks at you before breathing out, “yes.”

“okay. so win your next match and you will.”

he looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, exhaling through his nose, trying to keep his agitation to a minimum. “what?”

“i’m sick and tired of this version of you. i need you to win, and if this” you gesture to the both of you with your hand, “is your motivation, then we’re doing it.”

"y’serious?" he takes a step closer, his demeanor suddenly more serious, “me and you?”

you nod firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you tilt your head up to look at his features, “dead serious. and it’s not just you and me. it’s for the team, and for the school spirit or whatever nonsense pope keeps going on about."

rafe lets out a small chuckle, a hint of his usual cocky confident demeanor returning. "is that so? can't say no to that kind of motivation."

“i figured.”

he reaches out a hand, his fingers lightly grazing the strands of your hair, eyes fixed on your lips. "are there any rules?”

you swallow hard, feeling your heart race at his touch. “no, just win.”

rafe's lips curl into a playful smirk— the money-making smirk that makes you want to punch him and kiss him, not necessarily in that order — as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"never would've guessed you'd be the one to offer yourself as my motivation, though," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, "i'm surprised."

you try to maintain your composure, but his proximity is making it increasingly difficult to think straight. "just doing what needs to be done," you manage to stammer out, trying to sound perfectly unaffected by his words.

rafe chuckles softly, his hand still lingering in your hair as he leans back slightly to look at you. "my pretty prize, huh?" he says, his tone teasing as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face.

you feel a flush spread across your features at his boldness. you blame him entirely for this side of you. without thinking, you reach up to brush your fingers against his cheek, tips pressings against his skin lightly.

“just win the fucking match, cameron."

rafe's nasty smirk widens into a heart-stopping, soul-gripping grin as he leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.

"consider it done."

[woniehugs]

OPERATION: FUCK SIM JAEYUN.

CHAPTER 1

—✧ summary: as a student, you were a huge academic overachiever, always wanting to excel in class and get the highest grades. as a teenage girl, you wanted to get some hardcore action. academics were stressful, and you needed an outlet for that stress. besides, it’s your second to the last year in high school. what could possible go wrong if you deviated and have a little fun? you’ve had your eyes on one guy for a while now, sim jaeyun. the handsome guy, the star soccer player, good at physics. now, you had another goal aside from finishing the school year as the top student: fuck sim jaeyun. one day, you get partnered together for a project, and one thing led to another, you end up in his bed. this might just turn your life for the better… or the worst.

—✧ pairing: jake sim x fem! reader

—✧ genre: highschool! au, fluff, pining (mutual? you’ll see), friends with benefits, casual relationship, smut (in later parts)

—✧ word count: 4.4k

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the clock seemed to tick so slowly, and all you wanted to do was rip your head off out of boredom. mrs. smith had been droning on and on about physics for half an hour now. you had been listening of course, but only for the first 30 minutes before your mind drifted away.

midterms were coming up. you couldn’t wait to get it over with, looking forward to the week-long break ahead. you were exhausted, or no, that didn’t seem like the right word. you just didn’t feel like following your usual routine anymore.

wake up. go to school. listen to discussions. write notes. study. go home. study again. finish writing notes. review them. sleep. and the cycle repeats.

life had always been like that for you for as long as you could remember, maybe even since you were born.

now, you were burned out. or maybe just bored. yep, that seemed like the right word for it. just straight-ass bored. you wanted to deviate from your daily routine. anything to keep your mind off of everything, especially academics.

you knew you were doing well. you barely had to worry. you were more-so worried about your nonexistent sex life. for the past few months, you’d been really craving for some action. not out of peer pressure of course. you weren’t so sure if it just had something to do with realizations of a teenage girl or if someone just accidentally poured a dose of viagra in your drink when you first went to a club all by yourself. tons of overthinking happening there. that was months ago, so there was no way the drug could’ve lasted that long.

you’re not so sure who you are anymore, to be honest.

nonetheless, the truth is that you were a horny teenage girl who craved some action. no one in your school could have ever guessed that since you’re the goodie two shoes who’s almost always the top of her class and puts on extra work to earn extra credits from teachers. that excited you in some way. no one else knew about that fact but you.

at last, the bell rang. mrs. smith ended the discussion right on time (you weren’t listening anymore. did she say anything about laws of conservation of energy?). standing up from your chair, you quickly packed your things and left the classroom, on your way to the the soccer field. your safe haven, you’d like to call it.

why there? well, because the cafeteria was too crowded for your liking. you were claustrophobic (you just hated everyone). you loved being alone anyway, and you’ve always went there to eat lunch because it was peaceful and windy outside, unlike the cramped canteen that smelled of sweat and food so disgusting you would not dare put in your mouth again.

passing by some of your favorite teachers, you greeted them with a smile on your face.

you never liked being known as the ‘teacher’s pet’, because it made you seem like you were only close with the teachers for extra credit, when in reality, you really were just a friendly person. people just liked to talk and all. at this point in your life, you really just didn’t care anymore and let them say whatever they wanted to say. as long as they aren’t going anywhere near you, you’re sure you’ll survive this school year (like previously) just fine.

once you arrived outside, you sat yourself on one of the bleachers, the middle part to be more precise. you quietly ate your lunch, looking out on the field. the only sound audible was the clanking sound of your utensils. it was mostly empty, except…

a familiar figure caught your eye in the middle of the field.

munching on your food, you squint your eyes to try to make out who it was. a part of you was a 100% sure it was one of the school’s soccer players since he wore a jersey with a number and his last name on it.

05 sim

oh. you knew exactly who that guy was.

sim jaeyun. everyone in school calls him jake. right, everyone knows him. you’d be surprised if there was someone who doesn’t unless they were a transferee. jake was one of the few guys high school girls disgustingly swooned over. apparently, he was everything a girl could ever want.

looks? check. intelligence? check. height? slightly. athletic? check. hot voice? double check. sex god? triple check. or so that’s what you heard from those giggling girls that hangout near your locker every after class.

you didn’t get the appeal at first, especially since you thought he was just a good old nice guy who happened to be one of those who accidentally became popular because his looks. based on rumors, it turned out you were completely wrong.

you hate to admit it but as time passed, you did eventually find him attractive (and still do). you could see why everyone liked him. now that you wished you could feel what it’s like to be well taken care of by a guy who could not only make everything in your life better but also fuck the living daylights out of you, you couldn’t help but imagine jake being that guy.

“oh what the fuck am i thinking.” you muttered out loud, shaking the thoughts out of your head. you couldn’t believe you were having those kinds of thoughts while eating lunch and staring hard at jake.

you gaslit yourself into thinking it was fine and totally normal since he was the only guy you found good looking in your school, and happened to be in your view. you could eat him up if you wanted to—

god not again.

mentally praying to god to forgive you for those intrusive unholy thoughts you were having, you shut your lunchbox shut and grabbed your things. trying (a bit too hard) not to drop them, you scurried off and out of the soccer field, hurrying back inside the school to pull yourself together.

because what kind of girl, especially who everyone thinks is “innocent”, thinks of having sex with a guy, who probably isn’t even aware of her existence, and way out of her league, while eating lunch? you were definitely going insane.

“i need therapy.” you whined quietly to yourself, clutching your things tighter to your chest.

you were completely oblivious to jake catching a glimpse of you ever since you walked into the field. it was definitely better that you didn’t know about that because god knows what worse things you would’ve thought if you knew and stared right back at him too.

• • •

you weren’t so sure if god was by your side or against you at this point. was he secretly listening to your secret unspoken prayers of having an opportunity to talk to the one guy you’ve been thinking about (unnecessarily too distracted. you only ever pass by him in the hallways) for weeks? or did he just want to see you suffer for having sinned and going against what you were supposed to believe in?

you aren’t a very religious person, but you sure are debating now if you should become one.

because sim jaeyun is sitting right next to you in class, looking a bit too good-looking with his stupid ruffled hair and plump lips, since when did he have such clear skin and luscious hair?

life was so unfair. unfairingly amazing. this is one of the few moments where you silently thanked god.

two weeks after midterms, classes officially started for the final term. you were more than prepared and a bit excited to receive your grades, knowing you did well in the exams. what you weren’t prepared for was how sim jaeyun entered your classroom, with his bag slung over his shoulders, your teacher introducing him to the class, and how he’ll be moving to this classroom due to his excellent grades and performance during the midterms.

what the fuck. that’s all you were thinking the whole time your adviser was talking, while jake stood beside her in front of the class with that ridiculously handsome grin on his face. you weren’t so sure what to feel. pissed? relieved? thank the heavens above that this god of a man can finally know about your existence?

you shake your head, realizing you’ve been staring too long at your new seatmate before you turned your attention back to the board and listen. this was it. maybe god really did answer your prayers and provided you with the opportunity to do whatever you wanted for the past couple months. on a silver platter. a full-course meal.

side-eyeing jake, he catches your stare and you immediately look to the front again. why’s he staring at me? is there something on my face? why’d he have to have that look? it’s so annoying. please look away. you mentally ranted, tapping one foot lazily against the ground.

the entire session, you didn’t try to look at him again after that. however, that didn’t mean you weren’t thinking about him the whole time.

• • •

“y/n.”

were you daydreaming again? why’s jake saying your name in the middle of biology? you really should’ve slept earlier last night. you quietly blame the caffeine that was slowly leaving your system for this hallucination.

“pst. y/n.”

you blinked twice, slowly turning your head to your seatmate. okay, so he was calling you. that was a first. and hopefully not the last.

jake leans towards you and you felt your heart lurch a bit in your chest. god, y/n, pull yourself together! this is the first time you’ve interacted. you better not mess this up.

“i just wanted to ask if you had an extra pen? mine just ran out of ink, and mr. lewis is about to move on to the next slide.”

blah blah blah, proper name place name, backstory stuff. that’s all you were hearing in your head.

his voice really did sound sexy with that australian accent laced in it.

nodding your head at him, you open your pencil case to lend him a pen you didn’t use yet. it was your favorite brand. you would never let anyone else use it. but if it’s jake? you can buy him all your favorite pens in the world if it meant hearing him ask from you every day.

“here you go. you can have it.” simp. that’s what you were, and nothing has even happened yet. you like to cling to that thin string of hope that maybe something could bloom from this small exchange.

jake gives you a smile, as he took the pen from you. you feel his hand linger against yours for a bit before he pulls away. “really? thanks. i appreciate it.” he goes back to writing his notes on his notebook, and you take notice of the way he bites his bottom lip in concentration and squinting his eyes to see the slides on the screen better.

as for you, you were still listening of course, but also thinking about how you’d never have to squint your eyes or try too hard to see how charming sim jaeyun really is.

although, maybe you could try a bit harder if you wanted to test his and your bed chemistry in the near future.

• • •

no. it’s final. you’re going to die a virgin.

the old you would’ve never saw this as something bad or sappy since you didn’t really give a shit about that type of stuff. well, time has passed, things have changed.

“what on earth is wrong with me?!” you grabbed your hair in frustration, throwing a little tantrum in your bedroom. you’ve just finished doing your homework for the day and some extra reading for your literature class.

a month has passed since you’ve started interacting with jake, and you’ve been putting meaning in every single interaction you’ve had which was not helping with your little crush on him.

”i’ve seen you around. i hear teachers talk about you in the faculty all of the time.” so you knew about my existence before we interacted? you definitely like me.

”careful, pretty. there’s some freshmen fooling around in the hallways.” he thinks i’m pretty? full-on delulu mode.

”mrs. smith was looking for you. something about you passing an extra page of solutions way beyond the lessons discussed.” or was he finding an excuse to talk to you? those solutions were done out of boredom anyway.

”you prefer listening, don’t you? or do you just not want to talk to me?” are you kidding? i do want to to talk to you. i just prefer listening to your australian accent. besides, i could do something better with this mouth of mine.

not that you’ll ever admit any of those things out loud.

“no. i do not have a crush on him. i’m just ovulating.” you convince yourself, pacing around your bedroom in small strides. you clearly weren’t convincing yourself very well either. who ovulates for months?

was it still even considered a crush when there isn’t even a time in the day where you don’t think about all the things you would let him do (god would be disappointed) if you just talked to him first? listening was not going to get you anywhere. he might not approach you anymore.

you did not want that to happen.

at the end of your pacing session, you stopped being in-denial and come into terms with your feelings. not only were you extremely attracted to jake, but you also wanted to get laid. who else to do the job for you other than the sim jaeyun who definitely looks like he’d do an amazing job?

that gave you a new goal for this school year.

you opened your notes app on your phone and typed it out.

GOALS FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR:

- finish the school year maintaining my rank as a top student.

- fuck sim jaeyun. (badly want to be done!!!)

• • •

the buzz of chatter filled the classroom as mrs. smith talked about having a demonstration project that showcased the principles of electromagnetism. the whole term will be given for everyone to work on the project and present it before the final term exams.

a classmate raised their hand, asking if it will be done individually since it sounded like a huge project to do alone. for you though, you wouldn’t mind if that was the case.

mrs. smith smiled sweetly, motioning for them to put their hand down. “that was the next thing i was going to say. the project will be done in pairs. before any of you ask, i’ll be the one to choose your pairs. i have a list right here.”

you bit your lip in anticipation, the groans and complaints of your classmates filled the room. a part of you was nervous about who your partner will be because it was highly likely that you’ll be doing the project all by yourself.

unless…

mrs. smith started naming the list of project partners and you feel your heartbeat start to speed up when you realize your name wasn’t called yet, and half the class already was.

you kept your gaze on the board, barely listening anymore until…

“and last but not the least, sim jaeyun and y/n l/n.”

your pulse quickened at the sound of jake’s name. whispers and mutters could be heard among your classmates the moment both of your names were called. “isn’t that cheating, ma’am? you’re pairing two of the best students together!” one of your classmates blurted out, earning a few laughters.

that was a compliment you could take.

“i promise you, macky dear, the pairs were chosen randomly.” mrs. smith replied, assuring the class that everything was fair and square, even though you were also debating in your head if it really was.

you peek a glance over at jake, just as he turned and caught your eye. he gave a small nod and a friendly smile, sending your thoughts into a spiral. a huge part of you was excited, but a small part also was making you feel nervous of spending time alone with him outside of school.

mrs. smith turned her wrist to look at her watch, “alright. i’ll give you the rest of the period to discuss with your pairs. go on, everyone. chop chop!” oh god, this is it. you thought, mentally preparing yourself for what you were going to say. you needed to take the lead or you were going to go insane.

a screech of the chair against the tiled floor snapped you out of your thoughts, eyes widening a bit when you realize jake had moved his chair closer to your desk. you keep yourself compose, clearing your throat and dusting off imaginary dust off your uniform.

“hey again.” jake greeted with a grin, pushing his hair back, “have any thoughts on what we could do for this project?”

darn that gorgeous hair. “hey to you too.” a hint of a smile tug on your lips, mentally giving yourself a pat in the back for staying composed. “well, i was thinking we could build a model on electromagnetic induction. per se a simple generator that shows how changing magnetic fields can produce electricity.”

jake nodded thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand. “i like it. we could even add a small light bulb to show when it’s working. as for materials, we’d need some copper wire, magnets, and maybe a hand crank.”

you blinked twice in amazement, finding yourself drawn in by the way he explained things. jake’s voice was steady and confident, and you couldn’t help but notice the easy charm in the way he carried himself, how his eyes seemed to sparkle when he talked about physics.

“i can get the copper wire and magnets. i know a shop downtown that has them.”

“perfect.” jake replied, his lips curling into a half-smile that made the room a little warmer (why were you sweating), and your thoughts wander to places you probably shouldn’t let them go.

“i’ve got some spare parts from my dad at home that we can use for the base and crank.” you wondered if his voice would sound different in a more private setting, if he’d be as confident about things that had nothing to do with physics.

okay there, y/n. hold your horses.

nodding away your intrusive thoughts, you force yourself to stay in topic and keep the conversation going. “so, when do you want to start? i’m free whenever.”

jake leaned back slightly against his seat, putting his hands behind his head. you clench your hands into fists about how incredibly hot you were feeling right now. why did him doing the barest of minimums make you feel like you were going to explode?

the thoughts. put them at the back of your mind. we’ll think about the way his biceps flexed against his uniform later. just not now of all times!

“hm, how about this weekend? we could work at my place.” you squeaked, grateful that jake didn’t seem to notice your reaction. “it’s quieter, and i’ve got a good setup and place for projects.”

“y-your place?” you repeated, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering. a mix of excitement and nerves running through your veins. this was totally it for you. “sure, that works for me. saturday afternoon?”

jake’s glance held yours for a moment longer before nodding, “yep. saturday’s good. can you give me your phone number? i’ll text you the address.” without a second thought, you gave him your phone number with ease. you were totally keeping things professional.

after he texts you the address, you changed his contact to his name. “i’ll be walking my dog before we get to work though. hope that’s fine with you.” jake mentions all of a sudden.

“no problem at all.” you assure him, having found a new interest at the mention of his dog. “what’s your dog’s name?”

“layla. she’s a border collie.” jake sits up from his chair, smiling even wider with the fact that you asked about his dog. “she’s a sweetheart, you’ll love her. you’ll see her this weekend, and don’t worry, she doesn’t bite.”

you let out a sarcastic scoff, “hardly doubt that. i have severe trust issues. the last time i tried petting someone else’s dog, i ended up with a huge bite on my wrist. definitely not something i would want to risk experiencing again.”

jake laughs, “really? that’s insane! i’ve never seen dogs that aggressive before.”

“when you meet a shih-tzu, you’ll understand.”

“trust me, layla’s really nice. she likes meeting new people and can get really clingy once she gets to know them.”

you smile, “we’ll see about that.”

with the project plans settled, there was a brief silence before you spoke up again, not wanting the conversation to end just yet. it was now or never.

“you’re pretty good at this kind of stuff. physics, I mean,” you started. “have you always been into it?”

jake shrugged, a hint of a grin on his lips. “i guess I’ve always liked figuring out how stuff work. always have, though most people just know me for soccer.”

that was true.

“soccer and science,” you teased lightly. “that’s a combination you don’t see every day.”

“yeah, well,” he said, leaning in slightly, “what about you? you’re always at the top of the class. do you ever get tired of being the overachiever?”

you laughed, a little caught off guard by the question, but you’re glad he seems to want to keep the conversation going too. “i guess,” you shrugged, “i’m used to aiming for the top in everything. but honestly, i’m kind of hoping for a little more excitement this year.”

jake’s gaze lingered on you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he could tell that there was more to your words than you were letting on. that was something you’ll never know for now.

you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear (not on purpose ofc), growing shy under his gaze and looking anywhere else but his face. “so, besides physics and soccer, is there anything else you’re secretly amazing at?” you asked with a playful grin.

jake raised an eyebrow, a spark of humor in his eyes. “well, if I tell you, then it won’t be a secret, will it?” he smirked before adding, “but, fine… i make a mean instant ramen. like, gourmet-level stuff. think: chopped scallions, the works. not to brag or anything, but i can easily add a soft-boiled egg without breaking it.”

you try to hold in your laughter at jake’s randomness but failed miserably. “how fancy. i guess that means you’re ready to survive college. instant ramen mastery is a pretty big deal.”

he chuckled, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “yeah, i’m prepared for all those ‘late-night study sessions,’ if you know what I mean.” his tone carried a hint of innuendo, just enough to send a jolt of heat to your cheeks.

guess those rumors of him being a natural flirt were true after all.

you tried to keep your composure, fiddling with your pen to distract yourself, and dropped it on your desk. “late-night study sessions, huh?” you shot back, trying to match his teasing tone. “i hope you’re as good at cramming… as you are at cooking.”

jake blinked, momentarily taken aback by your response before breaking into a laugh. “touché,” he said, his grin widening as he looked at you. “you know, you’re cute when you get all bold like that.”

there he goes again. the way he said it, like he was genuinely amused and maybe a little impressed, made your pulse quicken once again. there was something thrilling about the way he could fluster you so effortlessly, and the fact that you’d managed to catch him off guard, even for a moment, made it all the more fun.

gosh, you could hardly believe yourself right now. you let out a laugh, shrugging it off.

“don’t worry, y/n. I’ll keep my late-night ramen skills to myself… for now.”

you giggled, shaking your head. “deal. but if you really want to impress me, you’ll have to show off those ramen skills eventually.”

jake bit his bottom lip and chuckled. you could see a glint of playfulness still in his eyes, “we’ll see,” he said softly. it was a shock you haven’t said anything that would scare him away, thankfully.

WHAT THE HELL. STOP BITING YOUR LIP!

the playfulness in his eyes made it hard to look away, and for a moment, it felt like you were already friends. more than that, even (delulu). It was an easy kind of chemistry, one that made you wonder how many more conversations like this you’d have in the weeks to come.

ugh, i still got a long way to go, and you’re barely even getting there, y/n.

you cleared your throat, breaking the moment before it could get too intense. “well, i should probably start listing down other of the materials that we need,” you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.

jake’s smile softened, and he gave a small nod. “right. we can’t slack off, can we?” he handed you your pen and notebook from your desk before you could. he steals a glance at you for a moment before dragging his chair back to its proper place. “i’ll see you saturday then. don’t be late, layla hates it when people keep her waiting.”

you laughed and waved him off. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

someone from the other side of the room calls jake, catching his attention. he nods at them, turning to you and nodding once. he stands up from his chair, giving you one last smile as he heads to their direction. you feel your cheeks heat up at his departure.

as soon as jake is out of your vision, you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy, smiling to yourself. the rest of the class continued chatting on around you, but it all seemed muted compared to the pulse in your ears. if today was any indication, working with him was going to be… interesting, to say the least. you’re partnered with sim jaeyun for goodness sake.

as you jotted down the materials list, you couldn’t help but sneak another glance at him across the room. this was just the beginning. you had a lot more planned than just a physics project.

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[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: female reader, nsfw, m!sub to m!dom, con to dub-con/non-con, slight degradation, hinted baby trapping My Ko - fi <3

When you and Gerald started hooking up, you didn't think much of it. Sure, it was fun to play around with your high - school enemy turned academic rival now that both of you were in the same old prestigious college. And you would be lying if you said that it didn't stroke your ego to have the man who used to underestimate you all your childhood pussy drunk and wrapped around your little finger. But nowadays he was just acting off - even for his nerdy oddball self.

Before he used to feel so nervous around you, cheeks growing hot at your light - hearted touch. Your rival used to let you lead - with your body, with your eyes keeping him down, groaning underneath you as you rode him to overstimulation. He always broke beautifully, crying out your name as your heat milked him dry over and over again. He was quite cute like that, moaning obscenely, happy to let you use him as a stress toy.

But slowly things started to change. As university work kept piling up and the once friendly environment turned hostile and competitive, your fuck buddy caved to the pressure. His clear green eyes muddied, turning gray - and his fist would wrap around your hair unprompted, pulling instead of caressing. His kisses got desperate, aggressive - he wasn't trying to please you, but devour you completely. Even his tongue, once so sweet and wanton, turned sharp and degrading.

"Like that, little slut?" Gerald would hiss in your ear while taking you from behind - only stopping to slap your ass when you didn't nod quickly enough. "Just like I thought." He would smirk, and it reminded you of that stupid self satisfied grin he used to do in the past when he managed to beat you at something. "I should have known you were only good for one thing." He'd keep going, egging himself on as he thrust into you roughly.

You, for one, didn't care. In a way you even liked the change in him - it was new and exciting to let him take control and ruin you for once. You just needed to take off some steam - you could play both the master and the slave, the dominant and the submissive; as long as he made you cum your brains out, you were content enough.

The thing was, this change was too sudden to be organic or born out of desire. The shift in his behavior had been too frantic, too emotional - and the trigger seemed to be you once again. You two had just started a new course together - perhaps the most important one in your career so far. You were tasked with a big project and you were making a lot of progress - so much so that your professor had tried to find you a start-up sponsor, something most students weren't granted unless they were close to graduating. Gerald didn't like that - although he didn't make it known at first.

The next time you met him, he insisted you go to his place. It was your first time stepping foot inside his den - which was, frankly, equally exciting and nerve - wrecking.

He greeted at you at the door - said his roommate won't be coming back today, so you have the whole flat to yourselves. Your rival had even cooked dinner for you along with your favourite dessert. The whole romantic atmosphere made you feel uncomfortable - you had never seen Gerald as anything more than some quick weekend fun, but your well mannered nature prevailed and you didn't say anything.

Eventually he got you laying on his small creeking bed, naked and tipsy off cheap wine. You were giggling when your lips met - his tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, although he didn't really smoke. There was something weird in the air tonight, but you were too drunk and horny to figure out what exactly.

Gerald started fucking into you with slow precision, making sure to hit your sweet spot - licking the tears off your cheeks as you cried out in pleasure.

"You feel like Heaven." He whispered, burying his head in your neck, his nose tickling your sensitive skin. "And you smell so good. So perfect for me." The man kept blabbering. His words began to sober you up - there were nothing like his initial boyish whimpers or the degrading praise he'd shower you in nowadays. This felt... genuine. Rehearsed. Somehow it made your skin crawl.

"You're too fucking pretty for your own good." He murmured to himself, bottoming out just to push himself all the way inside you - making you whine pathetically. You couldn't even think properly when he was making you feel so much. "Is that how you got that sponsorship, baby?" The man cooed at you, cupping your cheek - voice dropping dangerously. "Did you spread your legs for Mr. Smith like a nasty little whore? Hm? Is your dignity so cheap you're willing to do anything to climb the ladder now?"

He was rubbing his tip along your slit, teasing you in just the right way - but even the electric joints of pleasure weren't enough to numb the pain his words had caused you.

"What do you mean? I've never done anything like that!" You stated defensively, pushing at his chest - but he didn't bulge. "We've known each other since forever. You should know better to than to throw such baseless accusation. I'm capable - I'd never sink so low t–

He didn't wait for you to finish, driving into you with mad ferocity, eyes almost black now.

"I know. I know!" Your rival screamed as if possessed by a madman - then gripped your shoulders tightly, shaking you to your core. "But I don't need you to be capable. I don't need you to be smart or strong or ambitious." His nails were digging into your flesh, but you didn't dare complain. "I just need you to be mine."

You opened your mouth, ready to confront him - to ask him what the fuck was going on, whether this was even real, or just a cruel joke on his part. But you couldn't because in the next moment you felt his warm seed filling you up so deep it dripped down your thighs. You closed your eyes, terrified. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be coming inside you when he knew fully well that you weren't on the pill. Fuck.

"All mine."

[flippinpancakes64]

Could you write the Cullen's accidentally hurting their SO and how they would react?? (I alr know Jasper's is about to be so angsty lol)

The Cullens accidentally hurting their S/O

I've literally been rubbing my hands together like an evil villain waiting to do this request. I saw it in my inbox and had to hold myself back lol. And yes, I cannot resist the temptation to make Jasper suffer, so be prepared

Edit I got so carried away. If I had a word count on these it might be like 10k lol sorry not sorry

And thank you for this request! This was so much fun to write lol I hope you enjoy it!

Also quick note I might have channeled a bit too much inspiration from Saw or something cause I ended up getting a bit too into my descriptions of the injuries so

TW for graphic depictions of violence

Edward:

You really wanted to go to this concert

Edward knew that, so as a birthday gift he bought you two tickets

One for you and one for him of course

He drove you to the stadium, studying the songs he was going to be hearing later that night

He bought everything that you looked at

You basically had your own merch table

The night was going great

You both found your seats, you were happily eating some overpriced stadium food, and the show was about to start

When a guy stood directly in front of you

The bad part about floor seats is that there aren't seats

The guy was easily 6'6, towering above you even if you are taller

Reading your thoughts, Edward tapped the guy on the shoulder, asking him if he would kindly move or crouch or something

He just looked, rolled his eyes, and stared forward again

"Dude, my partner can't see the show. Please just move a little"

"Don't care. Not my problem."

Edward's getting pissed, and the guy can tell

"What, you wanna fucking fight? Square up rich boy."

"No I don't want to fight I just want you to move a little"

"Okay, then maybe your partner here will fight instead"

And the next thing you know, you see the guy's huge fist heading straight for your head

Before it can land, Edward's hand pushes on your chest, sending you back into the people behind you and ending with you flat on the ground

Your back aches from the impact, your neck torqued from where your head whipped, and your cheek stinging from landing on the side of your face

You feel Edward's chill hands on the sides of your face, and faintly you hear him ask something frantically

You groan in pain as you feel him pick you up, and finally succumb to sleep

You wake up in Carlisle's clinic, staring at the white ceiling

A cold hand is wrapped around yours, and when you turn your head, you're greeted with bright gold eyes

No words are exchanged for a moment before you clear your throat

"So... did you at least rock that guy's shit?"

He laughs and kisses you

Alice:

Alice was having a terrible week

She had been getting vision after vision, and none of them were true

Everything from a huge motor accident to what color shoes someone at school was going to wear

It was constant

She was running in circles, going somewhere, seeing a vision, turning around to go somewhere else, seeing a vision, turning again, and on and on

She was currently driving

Or more like swerving

All you needed were some damn glue sticks for a project you needed to do

But every time Alice decided on a new destination, a vision of a horrible catastrophe would enter her mind, and she would change her course

You had enough

"Alice! Enough of this! Just pull over and let me drive!"

"No! I need to know the safest route... ugh! Everywhere is dangerous!"

"Name one vision you've had in the past week that actually came true."

"Well I don't know if they would have come true or not because I didn't go to those places. And look! We are perfectly fine! Everyone is fine!"

"But I don't have all night, Alice! Just choose a fucking store and go there!"

"Fine."

And so she did. She chose the small supermarket right outside of town

She looked nervous as soon as she placed the car in park

But you ignored it and walked in

You walked through the aisles, looking for the one thing you came here for, when you hear Alice gasp behind you

In her mind, she sees you tripping and falling into a display of DVDs, cutting your arm on one of the metal frames holding them in place

And straight in your path is the DVD case

So naturally she tries to grab you

Only she doesn't grab you, she accidentally pushes

You don't fall in her vision, just like how you didn't fall in real life

She was the one who hurt you, pushed you

That was the problem

The reason why there was a horrible disaster everywhere she tried to go was because she was going to cause something one way or another

Only this is worse, because now it involves you

The DVDs scatter, and she hears your cry of pain as the sharp, crooked metal frame pierces the skin of your arm

She is by your side in a moment, scooping you up and not even bothering with the mess you both left behind

On the way home, you are trying to convince her that it's not that bad, but she is beside herself

After Carlisle's inspection, you get a couple of stitches in your right bicep, but other than that you're perfectly fine

And Alice doesn't leave your side

She is constantly fussing

Asking if you're okay, if you need anything, if you're mad at her, if you want to leave her, if you blame her

But after you go to sleep and she watches over your peaceful form, she convinces herself that you're alright

Jasper:

It was spring break and the Cullens decided to go to one of Carlisle's many tropical properties

It was the third day of the trip, everybody went to do their own things

Alice, Esme, and Rosalie went into town to go souvenir shopping

They dragged Emmett along to be their personal bag carrier

Edward and Bella were down at the private beach that came with the property, enjoying the sun and relaxing

That left you, Jasper, and Carlisle

The three of you were at the attached pool on the house

Carlisle was marinating in the hot tub, sunglasses on and a book in his hands

You and Jasper were in the pool doing anything and everything

Diving, jumping, swimming, racing (he always won), and messing with the pool toys

You had just climbed up the stairs to get out of the pool again, intending on showing Jasper your graceful canonball

But he noticed you were walking a bit too fast

He saw you trip, and like slow motion he sprang out of the water to save you

Only he didn't

His arms wrapped around your middle, saving you from a possible twisted ankle or scraped knee or bruised butt

But that didn't stop the back of your head from smacking onto the concrete

White hot pain erupted behind your eyes and knocked you out instantly

Your blood began to seep onto the wet floor beneath you, and he couldn't help himself

Carlisle heard everything and got up immediately

But he didn't get there in time to stop Jasper from wrapping his mouth around your throat and biting down

In a flash Carlisle threw Jasper up and off of you, rocketing him into the water, and scooped you up to run inside

You awoke some hours later, a throbbing in your head and a dull pain in your neck

The beep of a heart monitor was all you heard

Looking around, you were in the room you shared with Jasper, where just the night before you wrapped around his cold body and drifted to sleep

Only he was nowhere to be seen

Carlisle came to check on you, and he told you what happened

"Where is he? Where's Jasper?"

"... He... left."

"What do you mean he left?"

"He almost killed you. He would have killed you if I wasn't there. He feels terrible- no. Terrible isn't strong enough of a word."

It takes Emmett and Edward tracking him down and dragging him home for you to see him again

And even then he insists on Edward and Emmett holding his arms in case he were to try anything

He looks so broken

Muted red eyes, golden blonde hair shooting in every direction, the same swim trunks he had been wearing that day were covered in dirt and blood- presumably yours

And his face

He looked on the verge of tears, he would have been crying if he could

If the dry heaves coming from deep in his chest were any indication

He flinches when you take his face in your hands, trying to get away, not wanting to hurt you more

But when he kisses you, he remembers why he tries so hard to be good in the first place

Rosalie:

You had been asking Rosalie for WEEKS if she would pleeeeeeease take you hunting with her

And she had been turning you down for weeks

It's a very gross, animalistic process that she, quite frankly, doesn't want you to see

But she loves you

And she is only so strong

So after so many begs, pleads, and puppy dog eyes, she caves

She decides to make it a cute little weekend trip

Taking you to one of Carlisle's properties farther north into the snowy mountain region

You settle in to the spacious cabin and Rosalie makes sure you're all bundled up in luxurious furs and warm scarves before you both venture into the wilderness

She explains what she's doing step-by-step while she sniffs the air, searching for her prey

A wolf because she's part of the "Fuck Jacob" team

She sits you in a clearing and tells you to stay in place while she finds her wolf

You do, finding a snowy log and brushing it off to sit on

She ventures into the forest, eventually finding a suitable wolf and beginning her hunt

Chasing the wolf, being chased by the wolf, until she eventually leads it to your clearing

She knows you'll love the theatrics of seeing her kill it in live action

She chases the beast all the way until it's about to clear the tree line before she pounces

She can imagine herself from your point of view

Bright, shiny skin, flowing hair, posed in midair, and finally coming down gracefully upon her prize

Except she doesn't

The wolf takes a quick turn at the last moment, sending her flying straight into you

There's not much she can do while suspended in flight, and it happens too fast for you to recognize

In an instant her whole body slams into you at full force, knocking both of you onto the powdery ground below

The grunt of pain you let out is excruciating

She rolls off of you quickly, holding onto you, asking if you're okay, if you're hurt

You try to put on a brave face, but when you move your left arm in an attempt to prop yourself up, you find you can't move it

Broken. Completely snapped. And you scream

She paces in Carlisle's home clinic while he puts your cast on, worried out of her mind

But when Carlisle opens the door and she sees you sitting on the table with a goofy grin and a bright red cast, she can't help but relax

"You said red was your favorite color, right?"

And she just kisses you

Emmett:

You'd been dating Emmett for a while now, and had decided it was time for him to meet your family

And what better time and place for a first meeting than your nephew's fourth birthday party?

It was the middle of August, and the sun was hot

The icing was melting off of the cake as it sat on the food table

All of the adults were drinking margaritas and the kids had decided to play with the water balloons to cool off

Your uncle and Emmett were filling up the balloons as all of the kids at the party talked excitedly

You laughed as your nephew came up to you and asked you to be on his team for the fight

Of course you couldn't say no

And of course, to even the playing field, the other team got to have your human tank of a boyfriend

Very even

Emmett just smirked at you as your uncle assumed his place as the referee and commenced the battle

Pink, blue, green, yellow, and red balloons were flying like crazy

Small party hats were knocked off of even smaller heads

The giggles of 20 little kids rang loud in the air as water spurted all over the grassy lawn

And you took your chance to pelt your boyfriend as hard as you could

His light blue shirt was soaked, and his khaki shorts had a huge wet spot on the front

You were doubled over in laughter at the sight of your scary boyfriend covered in little pieces of rubber, with one particularly large piece hanging off of his ear

But he hadn't thrown any at you yet

"Come on, big guy! Don't be a wussy!"

"Oh you asked for it now!"

You saw him grab a little pink water balloon, it looking even smaller in his hand, and he threw it straight at your head

You briefly wonder if he filled his balloon with cement

The next thing you know you're laying in bed, an ice pack perched on your forehead

"Oh my god, you're awake. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to, you know how I get out of control sometimes. Not that that's an excuse! I'm just trying to explain-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips

"Shush... .'m tired"

And so he just lets you sleep the rest of the night, his hand in yours the whole time

Esme:

Frankly, she doesn't know why you asked for her help

The Cullens had just moved into their newest house, and everything was set for the "kids" to join the local highschool the next day

You wanted a new look

"New place, new people, new me" you had said

She understood that much

But when you approached her one night with a box of hair bleach and a pleading look on your face, she was lost

Why her? Why not Alice or Rosalie? Or- and hear me out- a professional? They had the money

But you wanted to do it yourself. But not actually yourself For some reason you wanted Esme to do it

And even though she didn't understand, she still agreed

So that's how she found herself closely studying the instructions on the back of the little box telling her what to mix and where

"What's taking so long?"

"Hold on... ugh! This thing doesn't make any sense!"

"It's okay I'm sure it's super simple. I mean they give you all of the stuff. Just mix it all together and slap it on my head!"

Bad idea

She mixes everything together just like you asked, and plops a big lump of it onto the crown of your head

Instantly your hair starts smoking

You scream, asking her to take it off

And she tries, but it's not working

Carlisle to the rescue once more

She is so apologetic

She feels so bad that she hurt you so much

And at least you did get that new look you wanted

Shaved-to-the-skin bald

Carlisle:

He was feeling a bit cooped up

He loves his family, and he loves his life in the Americas, but sometimes he misses traveling and his old friends

So he decided to take you with him to Europe to see some old pals

Not the Volturi obviously

But some other acquaintances he hadn't seen for a while

You were a month into the three-month trip Carlisle had planned

You'd visited Italy, Greece, Spain, France, Britain, and were on your way to Germany

This next friend you were on your way to visit was a man named Friedrich Hans

Carlisle spoke passively about him, nothing positive or negative

He was one of the ones he hadn't been able to contact beforehand about visiting

He wasn't even sure if Friedrich was still alive, or if he even lived in Germany

He wasn't betting on either, but he still figured he would try a visit

The taxi pulled up in front of an unassuming house on a busy street in Berlin, painted a light grey with black paneling around the windows and doors

Carlisle opened your door for you, extending a hand to help you out

He walked with you to the door, rapping his knuckles against the solid wood

Instantly it creaked open and a voice inside whispered "Perfect" before a pale, veiny hand reached out and grabbed your arm

You yelled for it to let you go, begging Carlisle for some help

He grabbed you around the waist with one arm, using the other to try to pry the man's hand from your wrist

The opposing forces splintered on your bones and a sickening crack ran through your arm

Your hand fell limp and Carlisle was finally able to pry you away from the force in the house

"Ah... Carlisle... old friend"

"Old friend? You just tried to kill my S/O!"

"S/O... you always were a weird one Mr. Cullen... sincerest apologies... come in for chat?"

"No thank you, I believe we will be taking our leave now."

And with that he rushed you to the nearest hospital

He didn't have his medical equipment, so he just pretended to not know German so they wouldn't ask questions about how you broke your wrist

He cuts the trip short then and there

He sends letters to all of his friends that he wasn't able to visit, explaining that something urgent came up

He is so apologetic for the weeks afterward

He is convinced it was his fault even though it wasn't

He doesn't relax until your cast is off btw

Vampire! Bella:

Since she's so new to the vampire life, she doesn't know her own limits yet

She has hurt you a lot in the past

All accidents of course

Hugging you too hard, punching you playfully on the shoulder, telling you to catch something and literally lobbing it as hard as she can

She always feels terrible afterwards

But the worst was the time you took her bowling

It was 10 am on a Tuesday and there was no one at the bowling alley

Not even the competitive grandmas and grandpas in their bowling leagues

The only other person in the building was the bored looking cashier who wasn't even trying to hide that he was on his phone behind the counter

You both took your time to pick your balls, trying out all of the ones on the rack to see your best fits

You laced up your ugly shoes, input your names on the scoreboard screen and off you went

It was fun for the first couple of turns

Until the ball return does that stupid thing where it doesn't actually return your ball

It's your turn, and you're standing at the ball return tapping your foot restlessly waiting for it to show up

"You know, you can just use mine"

Bella stands up and grabs the ball she chose

The resin was a beautiful mix of black, purple, and pink with some reflective glitter sprinkled throughout

It's so gorgeous that you don't even check the weight

You hold out your hands to take it and it just drops straight through

And directly onto your foot

You let out a loud scream and try to move, but the ball won't roll off of your foot

Bella starts panicking, asking what she should do, scrambling around until eventually she picks up the ball and throws it onto the ground behind her

Maybe she forgot that the cashier was there, or maybe she didn't care, but she picked you up and started sprinting at full speed back to the Cullen house

She even left the car at the alley smh

On the verge of inconsolable

She is so frustrated that she can't learn to control herself

Doesn't leave your side tho

Note: Just for shits and gigs I timed how long this took me

Started at 12:01 am

Jasper done at 12:21 am

Edward done at 12:40 am

Alice done at 12:56 am

Rosalie done at 1:19 am

Emmett done at 1:33 am

Esme done at 1:44 am

Carlisle done at 2:03 am

Bella done at 2:16 am

Total time 2 hrs 15 mins

[austinswife]

DADA’S GIRL - Austin Butler

FROM SERIES — THE BUTLER FAMILY CHRONICLES

SYNOPSIS — Ever since Austin found out you were expecting a baby girl, he took it upon himself to handle the important task of dropping off and picking up Wren from school. Being the loving and protective dad he is, Austin never misses the opportunity to be there for his little girl. But today, as Austin preps for a special dinner, you pick Wren up from kindergarten instead. Things take a playful twist when some overly eager fans try to approach you, with a few even attempting to flirt with you. Wren, with her usual sass and fierce protectiveness over her mom and dad, handles the situation in her own way, causing a proud moment for Austin when you get home.

WARNING(S) — Family fluff, cute interactions, and a few playful, light-hearted moments, minor references to flirting, but all handled with innocence and humor from Wren’s perspective.

𝜗𝜚 ALL FEEDBACKS, IDEAS SUGGESTION — TO AUSTINSWIFE

Morning in the Butler household was always a gentle rush. Austin had woken up bright and early, like he always did, to make breakfast for you and Wren before she went to kindergarten. The smell of freshly made waffle filled the air, mingling with the sound of Wren’s little feet pattering against the hardwood floor as she rushed to her chair at the table.

You smiled, sitting down with your cup of coffee, watching as Austin brought over a plate of waffle with a little smiley face made out of syrup on Wren’s plate. He sat beside her, his eyes twinkling as he watched her dig in with excitement.

“You excited for your first day at school, sweetie?” he asked, brushing a blonde stray curl out of her face.

Wren nodded enthusiastically, her mouth full of waffle. “Mhm! I wanna play with the toys and see new friends!”

You and Austin exchanged a smile, your hearts both swelling with pride and a little bit of that bittersweet feeling that came with watching your little girl grow up so fast.

“She’s going to be just fine,” you reassured Austin, who had been extra protective ever since you’d found out you were pregnant with Wren. He’d insisted, from that very moment, that it would be his job to drop her off and pick her up from school. He couldn’t bear the thought of missing any of those milestones.

Austin chuckled, but there was a trace of emotion behind his voice. “I know, I know. I just can’t believe how quickly time’s flying.” He turned to Wren. “You ready for dada to drop you off at school?”

“Yesss mama!” she beamed, her syrupy hands in the air.

The morning drop-off had gone smoothly, like always. Austin waved goodbye to Wren as she confidently toddled into her classroom, her little backpack bouncing behind her. She gave him a big, gap-toothed grin over her shoulder before disappearing into her world of finger-painting and story-time.

With the day free, Austin decided to plan something special for dinner. He was feeling inspired, and since you’d been working extra hard on a film project lately, he wanted to surprise you with a home-cooked, fancy meal. So, as he spent the afternoon prepping ingredients in the kitchen, you took the chance to swing by the school to pick up Wren, giving Austin more time to focus on the surprise.

The afternoon sun was warm as you stood outside Wren’s kindergarten classroom, waiting with the other parents for school to end. The school bell rang, and before long, the classroom door opened, releasing a flood of giggling children, including your sweet little Wren, who ran straight to you with her arms wide open.

“Mamaaa!” she squealed, throwing herself into your arms.

You laughed and hugged her tight. “How was school, baby? Did you have fun?”

“Mhm! I made a picture for you and Dada!” she exclaimed proudly, pulling a crumpled drawing from her backpack. It was full of colorful scribbles that vaguely resembled a family portrait—you, Austin, and Wren holding hands in front of what appeared to be your house.

“Oh wow, this is beautiful,” you cooed, kissing her cheek. “I’m sure Dada’s going to love it very much, hon.”

As you were getting ready to leave, with Wren holding your hand, a group of young guys approached. At first, you didn’t think much of it—they seemed to recognize you from one of your recent roles, offering polite greetings. But soon, a few of them began to hover closer than necessary, clearly hoping for more than just a casual chat.

One of them reached out toward your arm with a cocky grin. “You’re even prettier in person,” he remarked, his tone a little too smooth for comfort.

Before you could react, Wren, with all the sass a two-year-old could muster, stomped her foot, glaring at the stranger. “Hey! Don’t touch what Dada’s!” she snapped, her voice full of toddler indignation.

The men blinked in surprise, taken aback by the fierce little girl standing protectively in front of you. You bit back a laugh, too charmed by your daughter’s loyalty to be annoyed.

You knelt down to Wren’s level, squeezing her hand gently. “Let’s go home, sweetheart. Dada’s waiting for us, and he’s making something yummy for dinner.”

Wren, still glaring at the guys, huffed. “Yeah! My Dada’s waiting!”

The men, realizing they were no match for a two-year-old’s determination, sheepishly backed off, offering quick goodbyes before disappearing down the street.

You couldn’t help but smile as you picked Wren up and carried her to the car. She wrapped her arms around your neck, leaning her head on your shoulder as you buckled her into her car seat.

“You’re so brave, Wren,” you said, still giggling to yourself as you started the car.

“I know,” she replied matter-of-factly, already distracted by her drawing. “Dada always says to protect you, Mama!”

You smiled warmly, your heart swelling at the thought of how protective Austin had always been of both you and Wren.

As you drove home, you asked Wren about her first day at kindergarten, and she happily chattered about the new toys she’d played with, the new friends she’d made, and how one of the boys in her class shared his snack with her.

“Did you have fun?” you asked as you turned onto your street.

“Yeah! But I missed Dada… and you!” she added quickly, her big eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You couldn’t help but feel a little twinge in your heart at her words, but you smiled softly. “We missed you too, baby.”

When you finally pulled into the driveway, you could already smell the delicious aroma of whatever Austin had been cooking up. Wren wiggled excitedly in her seat as you unbuckled her and led her inside.

The house was warm and inviting, and in the kitchen, Austin was busy setting the table, a proud grin on his face as he saw you both walk in. “There are my girls,” he said, his voice full of love as he scooped Wren up into his arms and kissed her cheek.

“Dada!” Wren squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, bug,” he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How was your day at school?”

Before Wren could launch into her story, you touched Austin’s arm, trying to hide your grin. “Oh, before I forget… you might want to hear what your daughter said earlier.”

Austin’s brow quirked in curiosity. “Oh yeah? What’d she say?”

You stifled a laugh and explained, “When I picked her up, a few guys tried to come over and talk to me, and one of them even tried to touch my arm.”

Austin’s eyes immediately flickered with protectiveness, his hold on Wren tightening just a little. “They what?”

You held up a hand, still smiling. “Before I could say anything, Wren piped up and told them, ‘Don’t touch what Dada’s!’ in her sassiest little voice.”

Austin stared at you for a moment, processing the story, before a wide grin spread across his face. He threw his head back and laughed, full of pride. “That’s my girl!”

Wren beamed, clearly pleased with herself. “Yeah! They were trying to touch Mama, but I told them no!”

Austin hugged her tightly, still grinning. “That’s right, bug. You protect Mama, always.”

After a few more proud comments, Austin set Wren down and told her to wash her hands for dinner. You watched her dash off to the bathroom, still smiling at how much she was like her dad.

Once Wren was seated at the table, you all dug into the delicious meal Austin had prepared—perfectly roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and vegetables, along with a small dessert of chocolate mousse for afterward. Wren, with her little hands clasped together, kicked her feet under the table as she munched on her food.

“So, bug,” Austin said, his voice soft and full of warmth. “Tell me about your first day at school. Did you have fun?”

Wren nodded excitedly, launching into her innocent, toddler version of the day’s events. “I made a picture for you and Mama, and I played with the blocks, and a boy gave me his snack ‘cause he said he liked my braids.”

Austin exchanged a glance with you, raising an eyebrow playfully. “Oh, he did, did he?”

Wren nodded earnestly. “Mhm! But I told him my Dada makes the best snacks.”

Austin chuckled, his chest swelling with pride again. “That’s right, baby. No one makes snacks like your Dada.”

As dinner wound down and the night drew on, you watched as Austin scooped Wren up and carried her upstairs for bed, the two of them whispering and giggling together like they always did.

It was moments like this, these quiet, everyday moments, that reminded you just how lucky you were. Austin wasn’t just an incredible actor; he was the most devoted husband and father you could have ever hoped for. And with Wren in his arms, safe and sound, you knew that everything in your world was exactly as it should be.

[daenysx]

respectfully i need more dad!aemond, you write it so well and it just makes me so so happy 🫶🏻🥹

like i’m just imagining him with his babies as they grow older, like maybe something with them starting school and reader and aemond have to help them with projects etc ,,, just any domestic fluffy ideas you have 🤍

thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3333 requests are open for dad!aemond

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader , tooth rotting fluff

"lyx, you're doing it wrong."

if there's one thing alyssa targaryen loves to do, it's being a big sister. she's doing a pretty good job on it, too, even when sometimes she's being a bit annoying to aelyx. she has the words of her mom and charms of her dad. an unbeatable duo.

"no." aelyx says. "i want that picture."

"okay, but you're spreading the glue wrong." alyssa says. "it's gonna stick to your fingers now."

the scene aemond witnesses when he comes into the room is exactly like this. his babies, trying to make a school project on their own, dealing with many papers and crayons and glue. alyssa seems like she's bored of it all but aelyx is patient. his tiny tongue sticking up to the corner of his mouth as he tries to press the picture on another paper.

"daddy!"

aemond smiles, leaving his jacket on the couch as he comes closer. "hi, little love." he hugs alyssa first. "hey, buddy." aelyx doesn't give him any attention other than a smile, boy has got things to do. "what's this?" aemond asks.

"it's for aelyx's class tomorrow." his girl explains. "we need to pick pictures and glue them here."

"like a collage?"

"what's a collage?"

turns out it's exactly like a collage. aemond looks at the pictures briefly before watching his son. his tiny hands try to spread the glue nicely.

"would you like some help?" aemond asks, gently. aelyx looks at his dad with big eyes. he looks like he wants to do it by himself but the glue is hard to deal with alone.

"can you just spread the glue?" alyssa asks with convincing smile that always works for her daddy. "we can do the rest."

"of course, baby." aemond rolls up his sleeves before reaching for aelyx's hand. "i'll just hold your hands, you're doing the rest. okay, buddy?"

aelyx nods, his silver curls shaking with the motion. aemond gently holds his son's tiny hands to lead him as he places the glue on the paper.

"are you almost done?" you ask them as you walk inside. you have a little kitchen towel to dry up your hands. "it's dinner time."

you're cheerful every time you see them do something together. watching aemond take care of kids is always a delight and you get to see him doing it a lot more lately, now that they go to school and come back with lots of fun projects to do.

aelyx looks at you as he sees you stand by the door, when aemond finishes with the glue he's quick to run to your arms. aemond sometimes complains he's such a mommy's boy, but he also knows alyssa is definitely enamored by him. it's the teasing part he loves the most, though.

"i'm taking my boy to kitchen, come meet us when you finish!" you say happily, kissing aelyx's chubby cheek.

"come here, baby." aemond extends a hand to alyssa. "let's pick up some pictures."

"that looks nice." she says, her small finger on paper. "and this one."

"i guess we're gonna be done after them, huh?"

"yes, daddy."

a few minutes are spent in silence as they both concentrate on their work. at the end, everything looks nice. alyssa has a satisfied smile on her lips.

"did we do good?" aemond asks, stealing a quick kiss from her cheek.

she nods, wrapping an arm around his neck. "thank you, daddy."

"you're welcome, little love." aemond gets a kiss on his cheek this time. "let's go have dinner."

[naneun-no]

On “Insecure Jikookers”…

Alright. I might lose followers for this and that’s very okay; curate your timeline and protect your peace babes. But for YEARS, every time the phrase “insecure jikooker” has come up on my feed my eyelid has done a little twitchy twitch 🤨🤨

And I have always ignored it, because I’ve never wanted to be out here policing ppl’s language and we are literally supposed to be having fun and celebrating love, like for me that’s the whole point, but —

I’ve been seeing the phrase popping up again surrounding the release of AYS and I just gotta say it.

You guys the term seems so culty 😬🥲

Like I think I get the origin (maybe)? It probably started when some of the early jikook bloggers (if you are one I salute you, I am not worthy, trust me this is NOT a dig at anyone, jikook bloggers are by and large cool and kind af 🙇‍♀️) would get these sketchy asks that were antis or cultists in disguise just casting aspersions on jikook’s bond or being blatantly homophobic and/or in general being rude little anonymous internet gremlins. Or maybe it was people who did want to believe that jikook was real but kept nagging and begging for reassurance at every turn, which I can totally see becoming annoying as hell and prompting people to start using the term.

But it feels like it’s used now as like a catchall for anyone who expresses any doubt or asks any critical questions? Even like… reasonable ones? And I used to see a lot of “hey believe what you want to believe but this is what I believe” but now it seems like the sentiment around jikooker communities has by and large become “if you don’t believe you’re an idiotic dumb person who has never known love — you’re either a rival shipper in disguise or WORSE (dun dun dunnnnn) an Insecure Jikooker — and we don’t want people like you around.”

And idk it just feels weird for a community that has always seemed to kind of pride itself on being the “rational, fact-based” ship… like we LOVE to be smug about how jikook don’t need edits to be obvious, don’t need slo-mo zooms with red circles and arrows because their chemistry and fondness and affection is just plain to see in basic footage. We’re the levelheaded ones 😌.

But doesn’t that mean that we should always be encouraging critical thinking, and if someone comes to a different conclusion than us, so be it? Like it or not, none of us have foolproof confirmation that jikook are anything more than very close friends. That’s literally all we know. The rest is our best guess based on vibes, anecdotes, dot-connecting, subtext and body language observation, experience, perception (!!This is a big one because confirmation bias is real!!), and suspicion. That’s literally it.

Look maybe I’m just projecting 😅 but when you criticize people for expressing reasonable doubt over something that is literally not confirmed, it’s just a little too religious fundamentalist for me! (This is why I was a bad Christian, because I always raised my hand and asked questions the Sunday school teacher didn’t like.)

Feel free to ignore me. I never want to come across as pushy or trying to stir up anything, it’s just a phrase that grinds my gears and I’m sort of hoping I’m not alone in that… but if I am, so be it! 🤣 would love to hear people’s thoughts because maybe I’m missing something.

(P.S. If you’re a troll who spams jikook blog inboxes this is not me defending you. You’re still annoying and you need a better hobby. Have you tried yoga? Snowboarding? Fly fishing? Filming food vlogs and/or painting? You should try cooking. You should stop being an anonymous internet troll stomping on everyone’s proverbial sandcastles and instead write a poem. K bye ✌️ )

[stealingyourbones]

*slowly shuffles a wooden box of finger bones towards you* so I have two ideas for you

So, what if ghosts like, really screw with video technology, so it all kind of looks corrupted at all times- so when Danny starts recording like a blog of daily like in amity park (maybe as a way to cope with Trauma) and he posts it, maybe people outside of amity could think it’s all just like, an ARG or analog horror- if you want to go with dc/dp here, tim could be trying to solve a nonexistent mystery

For idea two, do you know ab the mystery flesh pit? If you don’t it’s basically an unreality where a gigantic super organism is turned into a National park and it’s then shit down when the organism basically coughs in its sleep and destroys a lot of stuff-( also be warned, there is a lot of body horror involved in this, so if anyone’s sensitive to it maybe don’t look at any content!) so maybe Giant Danny is taking a nap and some villains find the GIANT GHOST TAKING A SLEEP and decide to hook him up to be used as like, a battery or Lazerus pit (if you go the route of his blood being lazerus water) and the heroes get involved trying to figure out what’s happening

oh man that would be so fun. Danny just takes a little school project 10 minute documentary of the town and doesn't think too much of it when he submits it to Youtube so he can send it to his teacher.

A week later and every ARG/Analog Horror nerd on the planet has heard about this brilliantly well produced video called "Amity Park"

Now knowing this, He decides to have some fun. He takes ominous shots of mundane Amity life and splices them between the more normal scenes of himself and his friends having fun and hanging out.

He amps up the uncanny level. Throughout all of his videos, he starts to tell a slightly dramatized version of his life, not the Phantom stuff, but his life as a Fenton.

The whole world watches in awe and delight as this refreshingly new Analog Horror channel posts nearly twice a week with some of the most stunning CGI that they've ever seen. I mean 'c'mon, Sentient food. A child living in the house of two mad scientists who casually mention dismembering and destroying ghosts at the dinner table. An honest to god crazy scientist lab with a massive portal to this 'Ghost Zone' just in their basement?! Yeah, whoever made this has an absolutely incredible imagination. (Some people are even dissing it since this GZ really just feels like a warped version of The Backrooms but it's fine, it's unique enough that it makes up for it.)

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I am a hoe for any and every topic that Wendigoon talks about in his videos so I very much so know about the Mystery Flesh Pit. (Video is linked but be warned; Benji isn't joking when they say that it's a LOT of body horror.)

I'd like to propose that Danny isn't even on earth, he's on a different planet that has collected his blood and harnessed his core for energy on a massive scale, helping create and produce items that benefit their world greatly.

To Danny, Their mining, harvesting, and energy draining efforts are the equivalent to bacteria moving around his body. He's so massive that this civilization isnt impacting him in the slightest.

The JL get called because this strange planet superorganism is now moving and it's causing the destruction of an entire civilization.

They fly over to the planet and they notice something very very wrong with the shape of the planet.

First and foremost, the two eyes spanning the equivalent width of Texas that stares up at their ship is new.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

word count: 10.2K

paring: Sero x fReader

warning(s): dirty talking, fingering(f! receiving), premature ejaculation, messy sex, semi-public sex (if ya squint) - you know the works here, pretty standard smut, nothing too crazy.

authors note: Happy Belated Birthday to me! Not only did the amazing Onyx give me this idea MONTHS ago about the dynamic between Sero and I, but this won the poll for what I was going to work on next - and though I went with Bakugou's story first (cause it was fresher in my mind) I have finally finished this! AND OH BOY, how self-indulgent I was with this one - I am not known for my dialog but couldn't help but put lots in here! That being said, I did try and keep this as generic as I could, just may not be AS generic, ya know? Anyway, I hope you all love this glorified tape dispenser as much as I do~🔮

Sero had always loved to draw, even when he was a little kid. What started as scribbles covering the walls of his home turned into small doodles - those that filled his notebooks more than his writing and school work turned into piles and piles of sketchbooks that were filled with intricate drawings and were stacked high within the confines of his room. 

He remembered being little, using washable markers to doodle fun patterns and designs on his arms and the arms of his friends, remembering how most recess breaks were filled with doing a doodle request for several fellow classmates. To being older, and having those same classmates come up to him to see if they could utilize his skills to make projects look nicer; to make epic banners for school events, or to make posters pop in his signature way. Even while he was in college, next to a prestigious art school that only accepted a handful of creatives a year, he had people beg him to create designs for tattoos they were wanting to get; willing to pay lots of money so they could forever have a drawing of his on their skin.

And that sparked something inside him. A passion to turn a hobby into a career.

It took years and years of effort, of schooling, of practicing, of littering his skin with designs both good and bad - and subsequently spending more time fixing his faults - and then shadowing those more experienced, to be taken into their shops and under their wings, so he may draw on the bodies of those that were hoping to decorate their skin. Not all patrons were ideal; some were not hygienic, and others moved too much and then complained of sloppy work, demanding a refund. And not all shop owners were pleasant to work for; many accepted clients even when they shouldn't, often dismissing those beneath them out of pride and a superiority complex, and always taking the side of those patrons trying to scam him and his time. But there were a few people that made it all worth it in the end, a few colleagues turned friends that made ‘sticking it out’ much more bearable.

And without all the bumps and hurdles, Sero would not have become as confident in his abilities and his worth, and he would not have had the chance to meet so many amazing people and artists - some of which had the same goal and ideas in mind as he did; who would follow him wherever he went. Before he even knew it, Hanta Sero finally achieved his goal, of making his childhood dream and hobby into a reality. He finally owned his tattoo parlor. 

He found a little shop within the city, perfect enough for him and a few friends to call their own, to create their own brand, and to make their own living; to finally call the shots and have complete creative control. The building itself was a little run down - something to be expected with the small price tag attached - but it was the ideal size for all of them and in the perfect location. So no one cared that it needed a few months of intense TLC to get the building up to code, it was more than worth the effort. And before anyone knew it the inspector came to claim the building was up to standards, giving the business license and the all-clear to start accepting patrons; it only took a few days before people heard the news.

When word got around that Sero and his business partners had finally opened their shop, to start accepting clients and creating art on their skin that they would enjoy for a lifetime, so many jumped on the chance to get an appointment with them - Sero especially. Some were people he had known for years, eagerly awaiting another drawing of ink, and some were those that saw his work on the many social pages advertising the business that wanted to add another to their growing collections. Whatever the case was, once he turned on the neon ‘open’ sign on the day of opening, he and his friends were booked for months in advance.

And the cherry on top of all of this? Another wonderful addition to the streams of success he was facing, was the bookstore that sat just across the street from him. 

Not because he was into books, though he did read from time to time and enjoyed it when he did, but because of the owner that bookshop had. At first, he couldn’t be sure you were the owner, but day in and day out he watched you show up at opening and leave at closing, and unless you were an incredibly dedicated employee, it was an easy assumption to make. And Sero couldn’t deny that he thought you were pretty when he first caught sight of you through his window after closing on his first day; and he couldn’t deny that he would wait with anticipation when you closed your shop and would begin making your way home, just so he could get a glimpse of your cute face.

He wished he had the free time to go and speak to you, to see you up close and hear your voice (which he could just tell was adorable and sweet), but his clientele made it nearly impossible for him to get the chance. By the time the last client would leave, your shop would already be closed, and for some time, with you nowhere in sight. There were just simply not enough hours in the day for him to spare to meet you; as well he was terrified of canceling an appointment or rejecting a client so early on in all of this, afraid that one bad comment could ruin the shop and cause it to sink.

But Sero always made the best of any situation, that was part of his charm. He figured that if he didn’t have the time to go in and speak to you, to properly act on his little crush, he would let you know who he was and his existence through different means. 

Romantic gestures that could be seen as small and friendly - those that wouldn’t scare you off or have you become afraid. He started by sending you flowers; a small bouquet to help liven your shop if you wanted; which you did if the vase by your check-out counter was any indication. Next were chocolates, all bundled in pretty wrapping paper for you to carefully tear away. Then balloons, attached to a small gift basket with quality skincare items that could be found at his shop with his business card nustled amongst the jars and tins to ensure that you knew who sent them and that it was from the new neighbor across the street - not some strange admirer. 

He could tell that you liked them, given the delight that bloomed on your face whenever you received them - the bright smile as you brought those flowers to your nose to inhale their earthy scent, or when you eagerly started to open up some of the chocolates to enjoy, or when you carefully inspected each tin of cream; placing a small dollop on the back of your hand before putting them aside and back to your work. Sero especially knew you liked them when, a week later, you sent a gift basket back to him filled with artisan treats from the local farmers market; with a card welcoming the new store to the neighborhood.

After a while of staring hopelessly at you, to the point where all his friends were relentlessly teasing him, Sero finally made the decision to meet you properly; to make his way over to your shop to say hello. 

“And it has nothing to do with Kaminari!” he exclaimed at Kirishima and Mina, ensuring they could hear him over the snickering, as he grabbed his jacket to sling over his shoulders.

“Sure, whatever you say, big guy~” Mina sang as waved goodbye with a wink, clearly not buying it - especially as Kaminari just got back from your shop, book in hand that you recommended.

Sero shook his head, out of frustration at Mina’s words knowing that she called his bluff, as he slammed the door shut behind him and briskly walked across the street; breathing a sigh of relief, one that made the tension in his shoulder slack, when he stepped foot into your shop. It was everything he thought a bookstore should be; it was cozy and warm, the kind that would make anyone instantly at ease and would spend hours just curled up to read; which he assumed the patron he walk passed had been doing all day.

“Welcome! Can I help you?” A voice sang through the air, causing his head to turn to face a young woman - sadly not you - wearing an apron with the store's logo on it.

“Uh, not sure.” Sero smiled, nodding his head in acknowledgment, and as a polite hello, before gazing around.

“First time here?” She inquired, moving behind a nearby counter to grab a stack of books.

“Yeah, pretty obvious huh?”

“A little, many have the look on their face when they first come in. It’s a little overwhelming at times, the place is a bit bigger than they assume.”

“You could say that again…” Sero could hear her airy giggle, watching in the corner of her eye as she began to sort through the titles.

“I can give you the run down if you like?”

“Please, if you don’t mind.”

“Not a problem at all, sir.” She smiled, pausing her task to free her hands for gesturing with her explanation  “This place is a lot like a library, people can come and go as they please, staying all day if they want to, without the pressure of needing to buy something. They can also borrow books for a small fee if they want, to ensure they don’t waste their money on a bad book, or they can obviously purchase them if they want.”

“A safe haven for those that love books, huh?” Sero chimed with a smile, taking another glance at all the sitting areas close to him - the plush pillows and fireplace inviting for those that would want to curl up.

“Pretty much, that was the idea” The employee agreed, already starting to sort again “Have a look and take all the time you need.”

Sero left her with a ‘thank you’ and another nod before venturing further into the store - taking stock of what sections of books there were and all the small cozy nooks for people to curl up in; taking his time to explore the entirety of the shop before leaving. “For research purposes, in case I wanna go back” he would mumble to himself, ready to defend his actions from his teasing friends upon his return. It was for those reasons, and those alone, not at all because he was trying to find you.

He finally did come across you, after what seemed like hours of searching, hidden away within the Historical Fiction sections tucked near the back walls, shelving some books that were stacked within your arms and reorganizing the ones that had been misplaced. To say Sero was smitten with you would have been an understatement before, but now? Seeing you so close? Smitten would not even begin to compare to how love-struck he was; one so strong it struck him dumb and left him unable to do anything but look at you.

“Sir?” 

Sero couldn’t tell if he was lucky or not to have your voice call out to him; luck that it broke him out of the stupor he was in, unlucky that he was unable to say or do anything more than gaze up at you with his mouth agape.

“Do… do you need help with anything?” Your sweet voice called out to him again, though clearly confused, and it made Sero look away to try and gain his thoughts once more.

“A-art book.” He cleared his throat, cheeks turning hot and red as his eyes did their best to look anywhere but you “Looking for one of those.”

“Well, which one?” You smiled, biting your lip to hide it as you gently placed the books you were holding down.

“Art, The Definitive Visual Guide” Sero blurted, voice sounding rushed as he named the first art book he bought when in college; watching as your brows furrowed as you took a moment to process what he said.

“By Dixon?” 

“Y-yes!” Sero exclaimed, eyes brightening and heart swelling with pride when you giggled over his excitement.

“Well, that would be in our art section, which would be…” You began to lean forward, carefully perching yourself on your ladder to see past the bookshelf currently in your way “Ah! Just over there!”

“O-over there?” Sero nodded, trying his best to not be affected by the smell of your shampoo as it lingered in the air as you moved to stand upright again “T-that’s perfect thank you!”

“Oh, no worries at all! You just let me know if you can’t find it okay?” You smiled, already picking your books back up.

Sero smiled back, giving a wave goodbye, before almost scurrying away; head hanging in defeat once he knew you were out of sight. A small part of him hoped he couldn’t find the book so he could talk to you again, but he knew that would be a mistake - especially as the spine of the book stared right back at him when he first began looking in the section you sent him to. Begrudgingly he accepted his fate, bringing the book up to the front cash and paying the borrowing fee to the employee he met earlier.

He came back to the parlor feeling like a complete idiot over messing up his first proper encounter with you, not doing at all what he planned to do - not being the effortlessly charming and fun guy he knew he was. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep stopping by. 

After all, he had to return the book he borrowed.

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Sero waited a week, in his mind if he went back the next day it would cause him more harm than good; would lead to you asking him way more questions than he would want about the book itself - and well, he already made a fool of himself once. Besides, the week-long buffer would allow him the chance to clear his head and come up with a game plan, so he could be properly prepared himself to see you again.

Because this time he wanted to start an actual conversation with you, one where he could learn about who you were, why you opened this store and everything in between that led to this moment in time. He wanted to know if his crush on you was justified, or if he should just cut his losses now before he was in too deep. But to be fair, based on what all his friends have said, he already was; even so, he couldn’t hold onto that book forever.

Regardless of what the outcome may be, he had to see you again; even if it meant rescheduling a client for a Sunday to make up the lost time, he just had to get to you and your store before closing.

And it was the perfect time to go he found. The store was almost completely empty, with seemingly no one else in the building but you as you began your usual routine for closing - so dutifully organizing stacks of papers and placing books that needed to be returned into a neat little pile; he almost felt bad for clearing his throat and breaking you out of your stride.

“H-hi!” You exclaimed, your body jolting in surprise when you regarded him, clearly not used to anyone being here so late “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner, I hope you weren’t waiting long!”

“No you’re fine, I just walked in,” Sero reassured, taking a step closer to your counter.

“Oh, are you here to return that art book? The one by Dixon?” You asked, back straightening as you smiled up at him. “I hope you liked it!”

“I did, it was a great read.” Sero mirrored your smile as he handed the book back over to you, enjoying the way your smaller hand brushed against his briefly “Though I was wondering if you could me find a similar book?”

“Sure, of course! Do you want a recommendation or are you looking for a specific title?”

“Uh, Creatives on Creativity is what I am looking for,” Sero said, breathing a mental sigh of relief over remembering the title - one he only heard of a day prior when searching for art books to ask you about.

“Creatives on Creativity…” You mumbled, turning to your computer to check if you had the title in stock - the sound of a keyboard clacking could be heard, filling the silent space briefly “By Steve Brouwers?”

“Yup! That’s the one” Sero confirmed with a nod, perfectly hiding the fact he was completely unsure as he watched you round the counter of the counter with a wave.

“Yeah, we should have a few in stock if you would follow me!”

You took him back to the Art Section, your stride confident as you weaved your way through bookcases and magazine towers, as you began locating the book in question; trying to remember where exactly you cataloged it - whether it was with the Art Help books or the Art Education ones.

Sero followed behind you, keeping his stride to a more casual pace to avoid possibly stepping on your heels, as he regarded your profile; enjoying the concentrated gazes, those mixed with slight perplexity, as you looked from shelf to shelf trying to help him out. Never before was he grateful, and possibly will never be again, about having trouble trying to find a book.

“Can I ask you something?” He finally spoke, watching as you began to stand on a small stool to look at a higher shelf, figuring his time was running out.

“Uh, sure?” You muttered, voice soft as you continued on your hunt. “Go ahead”

“I’m sure you get asked this all the time, but I’m curious as to what a bookshop owner's favourite book is?” 

“Oh! Wow, that’s a great question!” You said, finally sparing him a brief glance with a smile “And one that’s kinda tough to answer. I love books from all genres for different reasons, so to compare one that’s horror to one that’s fantasy is a little difficult to do.”

“Well, what are you enjoying right now?” Sero asked, body leaning against the bookshelf so he could continue gazing up at you.

“Uhh, wow what am I reading right now?” You chuckled nervously as your mind began to race, feeling your cheeks heat up as you heard him do so as well “Let's see… probably The Historian, it’s a thriller mystery kinda deal - involves vampires and stuff - it’s proving to be quite fun” 

“Vampires?”

“Yeah… it’s historical fiction. It blurs the lines of what happened with whatever our imaginations can think of with the folklore of Vlad Țepeș and Dracula. Partly why I like it I guess…”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Sero hummed, watching as you scanned the titles before you, almost as if you were counting each one for inventory later “Take it that’s why you opened this place? Fell in love with reading books from far and wide?”

“Something like that” You agreed with a shrug of your shoulders “Wanted to be a librarian, always thought they had a great gig going on, and one thing led to another and, well, here we are.”

As you spoke your deft fingers delicately pulled the book you both were looking for from its place in the self, where it was hiding. Once you secured it in your grip, you slowly descended from your stool handing the book out to him once your feet were securely on the ground.

“And here you are.” You smiled, watching as he stood upright and uncrossed his arms.

“Thanks, for finding this for me” He gingerly took the book from you and tucked it under his arm, smiling wider at your cheery response back; following you obediently back up to the cash to once again pay the borrowing fee.

“Hey, if you don’t mind…” Sero began, fingers tapping nervously against the wood of the countertop “I have one more question to ask ya.”

“Sure, go ahead!” You giggled, amused by his polite curiosity as you began the transaction of payment.

“Would you want to go for some coffee sometime?”

His question made your fingers fumble on the touchpad, causing an error screen to pop up and for you to almost frantically try to fix, and you nervously cleared your throat; face going hot in surprise and embarrassment over your stumbled, and failed, answer back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you or make you uncomfortable” Sero tried to soothe, hands raising up and away from the bubble around you to prove he meant no harm “Just think you’re cute and would like to treat you to some coffee, that’s all.”

“W-well, that’s um, very sweet of you, I just um…” You floundered, doing your best to finish quickly so you could hide away from him - to shield him from witnessing your embarrassment further “Just don’t think that would be a good idea?”

“You don’t? Why not?”

“Y-you know, we’re strangers! We only met a few days ago and all….”

“Actually we’re neighbors, good ones at that if our gift exchange was anything to go by.” Sero clarified, watching as the realization of who he was crossed your face, his hands lowered to shove themselves in his jacket pockets before shrugging his shoulders “But hey, not gonna pressure you or anything. If you don’t want to that’s cool, I won’t pressure you!”

“I’m flattered, believe me, just….” You countered a sheepish look on your face as you passed the book back his way for him to take “Maybe some other time.”

“Sure thing, thank you again,” Sero said, giving you one last small smile before taking his book and leaving; wishing you a good night as he walked past the threshold of your store with a wave.

A few things were certain that night; the first being that you were worth having a crush on, and he would love the chance to treat you right. And second, you were not used to the straightforward approach, and if he didn’t want to screw anything up, he would have to be patient and go about things slowly.

But Sero Hanta was up for any challenge, and you were more than worth the wait.

~

After that night, Sero found himself stopping by your shop a few times a week; to return a new book he borrowed (and spent the night before diligently reading), and to further chat with you. The conversations were always led by a question or two before it sparked into something beautiful - he loved the way you would ramble, talking with your hands, as you explained something, how passionate you got over the things you loved, and how blessed he found himself when you tried to tell a story from when you were younger but couldn’t over your laughter of remembering it all.

And after each night, when the conversation had reached its end and the book he had paid for was tucked snugly under his arm, he would, without fail, ask you out on a date as he was leaving your shop; in love with the smile and the amused shake of your head when you bid him a simple goodnight, to - “try again some other time” - before shutting the door behind him and switching you sign to closed.

Slowly but surely you were coming out of your shell, becoming more than eager to spend the last hour in his company; you didn’t realize it right away, but soon you found yourself noticing how excited you got when you would greet him. Or how you would try and keep the conversation going just a little bit longer as you walked to the cash, not wanting the night to end so soon. And how you would linger close to him before closing the door and saying good night. He was fun company, some of the best you ever had, and you couldn’t deny that you were starting to catch feelings for him too; to slowly become as enamored as he was.

Sero noticed this little factor as well, after a couple of months of visiting, when it was you who ask him a question; as you gingerly took hold of his arm to get a better look at the intricate tattoo that was perfectly placed on his forearm after handing him his recently purchased item.

“Did you do this yourself?” You whispered, almost in awe, as your fingertips barely brushed over the details of the design.

“Yeah,” Sero breathed out, quite taken aback by your bold action - though nowhere near complaining. “Took a while, but I think it turned out great.”

“Did you design it too?”

“Mm-hmm, designed all the tattoos on my body.” His eyes shifted their gaze from his arm to your face, “Wanted to work on my skin first before anyone else’s, just in case I wasn’t good at it.”

“I think it’s safe to say that you are, it’s beautiful work.”

“Do you have one?” 

“N-no…” You broke your gaze away, taking a step back from him - completely aware of how close and possibly inappropriate you were behaving.

“You want one?” Sero inquired with a clear of his throat; wanting nothing more than to move closer to you again, to gain that moment of intimacy once more, but knew he couldn’t

“Well yeah,” You shrugged, looking anywhere but at him, “But I just never really know what to get, and I don’t wanna regret getting something cause it’ll be on my skin forever, you know?”

“I can design something for you if you want?” 

“You would?”

“Obviously, wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to!” He smiled, grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a marker from your countertop “Just tell me some things that you like, and I’ll come up with something! See, I already know you like owls, and foxes, and of course historical fiction and fantasy books…”

“Sero, listen this is really sweet! I am honored you would do this for me and all but….” You began, cutting him off from his parade of knowledge of all things you loved - heart swelling almost uncomfortably with the attention - “But really, you don't have to do this for me.”

“You kidding, I would love to! If I didn’t I wouldn’t have done this for a living; hard to make a career out of something you hate!”

“Yeah, clearly, I obviously get it. But even so, you’re booked for months! You got plenty of other clients that need your attention and designs a lot more than I do.”

“Oh ho~ How do you know I’m booked for months?” Sero teased, enjoying how you looked away in fake annoyance as your shoulders raised in embarrassment “Even if I was, which you’re so cutely right that I am, I would reserve a spot for you regardless.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it can be after hours too, if you wanted.” Sero offered, with a shrug “Ya know if that would help put your nerves at ease; less people and all that stuff. And it could help make you feel better about accepting my offer~ I wouldn’t have to cancel on a client if you did.”

You sighed, shoulder slumping as you weighed his very tempting offer. You had been wanting a tattoo, ever since the new parlor opened across the street; and especially so every time you looked in Sero’s direction - the ink that was littered across his skin was beautiful - now here was the most perfect opportunity to finally get one and to get some more alone time with the artist himself; you knew you would regret it every day if you said no; despite your nerves telling you otherwise.

Squaring your shoulders you finally looked back at him, giving him a nod of approval over his proposition.

“Yes!” His fists thumped the counter as he proclaimed his excitement over your acceptance “I promise you won’t regret it! I’ll start working on the designs tonight and will have them done A-S-A-P!”

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, playfully rolling your eyes at his childish behavior “Sounds good to me.”

“Oh! One more thing!” He passed the marker over to you, his palm slayed out as if acting as a canvas “I’ll need your number so I can both let you know when the design is done and so I can book you in for your appointment.”

“Okay, well then hand me the paper you were just scribbling on” You pointed and the scrap paper, brows furrowing when you watched him shake his head ‘no”. 

“No can do babe, it’s covered with stuff already. Just write it on my hand”

“Sero, this is a permanent marker, I’m not going to do that!”

“I think I’m more than comfortable with permanent ink on my skin,” Sero winked, moving his palm closer to you “It’ll come off in a few days, but hey, if you don’t want me to leave you could just say so~”

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes again, hating that he was right and you were wasting time yet again to have him stay longer. You acquiesced, taking hold of his hand to keep it steady as you carefully wrote your number, being sure it was as clear as possible to avoid any confusion or mishaps that could be caused if you didn’t.

You watched as Sero left, head held high and chest filled with puffed-up pride as he sauntered back to the parlor; clearly happy with himself at winning you over and gaining your number.

~

It only took four days before you got the message from Sero; stating, with plenty of exclamation marks, about how your design was done and to stop by at any time to come and review the sketches - he was more than happy to squeeze you in at a time that worked best for you; whether that be between a client or after-hours.

And well, the thought of coming after hours was tempting, your confidence in quelling those nerves that swam in your stomach wasn’t strong enough yet; you were already pushing your limits when it came to the tattoo appointment. But the thought of you extending your lunch break by a few minutes seemed like a good idea.

The sign said ‘Closed for Lunch’ when you finally made your way across the street, and though Sero was insistent that you could come in regardless, you were still a little hesitant; standing by the door debating whether to knock or just walk in.

The decision was made for you when a woman with beautiful soft pink hair opened the door, startling you out of your thoughts as she asked if she could help you with anything.

“I-i’m just here to review some sketches…” You mumbled, hands playing nervously with your phone that still had the messages from Sero open “But I can come back if you’re closed!”

“It’s with Sero right?” She inquired, golden eyes squinting at you as they scanned you from head to toe; 

“Yeah..” You nodded your head, trying your best not to shift your body in reaction to her gaze.

“Oh my gosh! So it’s you! The librarian across the street!” She squealed, wasting no time in taking your arm and pulling you into the shop  “I’ve heard so much about you! Just been dying to meet you! I’m Mina, one of the artists here.”

“Bookstore owner….” You mumbled, casting a shy smile her way as you gave her your name “Heard about you as well, it’s really nice to meet you too”

“Right, bookstore owner, sorry about that!” Mina waved in apology, taking a step back to appraise you once more “and I gotta say, super jealous of Sero that he snagged you as his client; you’re a total babe! Like, that outfit is to die for! Where’s you get it?”

You could feel the blood rush to your face at her statement, her brazen compliment both flattered and embarrassed you as you mumbled out a ‘thank you’ as you gazed down at what you were wearing.

“And oh my god, your nails!” She exclaimed again, taking hold of your hand to inspect closely inspect your delicately painted fingernails “These are so pretty! Where’d you get them done?”

“Uh, the spa a few blocks down the road” You answered with a breathless laugh at her enthusiasm “They always do a good job.”

“I can tell! I’ve always wanted to check them out, but was a little unsure, but now I’m definitely gonna go as soon as I can!” She squealed, squeezing your hand in delight “Oh, but you’re not here for me, which is a total bummer. Sero’s station is just back here, I’ll let him know you’re here!”

You gave her your thanks, appreciating her help and unknowingly helping you become more at ease, as she led you to Sero’s area; leaving you with a wave and a promise he’ll join you in a few minutes. 

His area was quite spacious, possibly the largest out of the others you passed, and the furthest from the front door. His chair and equipment sat near the center of it all, just slightly off to the left for others to pass by, and looked clean and organized as you peered around the room. He had a work table as well, pressed up against the wall, with a book of design and sketches.

If you were braver you would have opened it and gone through the slightly worn pages to see what they contained. But instead, you opted to scan the wall before you, taking in the fun, wild, and beautiful designs that were taped to them; staring in awe at just how beautiful they all were. Masterpieces in black and coloured ink, ones you were sure some lucky people got to wear proudly on their skin.

Or perhaps they were littered on his…

Sadly, you couldn’t allow your mind the chance to wander to such thoughts, to wonder just how much of his body was covered in ink and how low some tattoos would travel, before you hear his footsteps approaching.

“Hey! Admiring the wall?” He greeted, his smile as bright and friendly as always when he greeted you

“Yeah, the designs are beautiful” You glanced back at him with a smile “But I think you already knew that.”

“What can I say, just like hearing people sing my praises!” He joked with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders before walking up to you “But we’re not here to talk about these, eh?”

You watched as he gently, smoothly, pulled open a large drawer at the table you were currently standing at, one you didn’t realize was there given the sleek design. Carefully he pulled out a tiny stack of papers, laying them out before you to inspect and admire, as his arm kept him leaning over the table, and more importantly, you.

You tried your best not to be affected by his voice, how his breath tickled your ear, as he spoke about the direction he went with the designs. Some larger, more detailed as they encompassed all the things you loved - like the barn owl sounded by flora and books before a full moon - and some that were smaller, simply beholden of a single item you loved, like a sitting fox amongst fall leaves; and where on your body each tattoo would be placed.

He left a pause when he was done speaking, allowing you the chance to mill over what he said; to further inspect his designs, and to take your time in picking out what you wanted most; unable to help himself from staring at you, eyes half-lidded, as you bit your lip in concentration.

“I like the fox,” you finally whispered, pulling the sketch closer to you to admire it further, already imagining where it will sit on your arm.

“Yeah?” was all Sero could breathe out as he leaned in closer to you

“Mm-hmm” You nodded, finally turning your head to face him; watching as his eyes gazed at your lips, causing you to do the same “...h-how much will it be?”

You could feel your breath catching in your throat as Sero ignored your question, instead taking the opportunity to lean his face closer to yours; feeling his breath gently fan against your lips as you shut your eyes in anticipation; wanting nothing more than to feel what his kiss would be like.

“Sero, delivery is here!”

A gruff voice is what made you turn your head away; face scrunching in frustration over the unwanted interruption. You heard him sigh; feeling cold and a little disappointed when you felt his warmth pull away from you.

“Yeah… I’ll be right there Bakugou…” Sero spoke firmly, trying his best to keep his voice from sounding frustrated and annoyed as he looked back at his friend “Just finishing up here.”

Sero took another deep breath, one that turned into a loud sigh, over the now-ruined moment as he pulled the fox design from the pile of paper; taking a step away from you with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house.” He gave a pained smile, slowly backing his way towards the backrooms, to where Bakugou was waiting “Just pick a day with Mina and we’ll go from there, ‘kay?”

You simply nodded your head, giving him a small smile and wave as you watched him disappear; taking the time to finally release the air you were holding as you clenched your fist in anger over your ruined kiss; at how perfect Bakugou’s timing was in all of it.

But after a moment, you couldn’t help but laugh; shaking your head in amusement as slowly made your way back to the front desk to book your appointment; knowing you had to get back to work soon and relieve your assistant.

~

It wasn’t long before the day of your tattoo arrived; the Saturday you booked it for came faster than anticipated, though the entire day felt like a year as you kept glancing at the clock to see how much time has passed, only to groan to yourself when it showed a mere 10-minutes.

Cataloging books did help with your dilemma, taking your mind off the many hours between you and seeing Sero again, as you continuously went up and down your little ladder to put the many returned books away. And before long, it was 9:00 pm, and you could flip your sign to ‘Closed’ and make your way across the street. 

You were surprised, given that the parlor was supposedly closed - or at the very least seeing their last clients at that point of the night - to see all the artists by the front desk chatting away; almost as if they were waiting for you to arrive.

“There you are!” Mina exclaimed, making her way from behind the desk over to where you stood, taking your jacket, and hanging it up for you “Thought you got cold feet on us!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that” You smiled, allowing her to complete her courteous gesture “And if I did cancel I would make sure you knew.”

“Are you excited!? First tattoos are always the most fun!”

“I am! Been looking forward to this all week!” 

“Oh, I’m sure you have~” Mina winked, “Now, let me introduce you to the other artist! Well, we’re all friends here but ya know.” She guided you over to where the three men stood, pointing first to a blonde with an unamused expression “You already met Bakugou last time you were here, I think you met Kaminari when he was at your store a few weeks back. And that giant redhead is Kirishima - he looks more scary than he is!”

 “It’s really nice to meet you!” Kirishima smiled, nudging Bakugou to acknowledge your presence - which he did in the form of a nod - before extending his hand out to you to shake “Heard a lot about you, been meaning to stop by your store for a while now. Apparently, you give good recommendations!”

“Oh, I do?” You asked, gingerly shaking his hand with a confused expression

“Of course you do, babe! Why else would Sero keep bugging you~” Kaminari jumped in, winking as he took your hand in his own and squeezed it “Nice to see you in our neck of the woods finally.”

“Okay okay! That’s enough, you guys!” Sero finally emerged, walking his way in between the group to disperse them; pulling Kaminari away from you to force him to let go of your hand “You should all be getting ready to leave, as you said you would!”

“Oh come on man! We just wanted to say hi to her!” Kaminari whined as he, and the rest of the group, were huddled towards to back of the place while you stood in place, fighting off a wave of giggles that were threatening to overcome you over the whole scene.

After a moment Sero returned, smoothing out his shirt as he tries his best to act as nonchalantly as possible; an act you could see right through given the blush that was dusting his cheeks but decided not to comment on.

“Sorry about all that, you ready to get started?” He asked, hand running through his hair nervously.

You hum in agreement, head nodding as you let him guide you back to his station; once there he motioned for you to get comfortable on the plush leather chair as he got his equipment ready.

 “Your friends are really nice,” You commented, tugging up the sleeve of your shirt for ease of access.

“Yeah, they are” Sero admitted, chuckling to himself “Pains in the ass half the time, but they mean well”

“Well, that’s how you know they love you” You chimed, sitting more upright as you watched him press an alcohol swab against your skin for a moment

“Guess you’re right.” He shrugged, holding up the stencil of your tattoo next to your arm “You want the tattoo here or a little lower?”

“No, there looks good! After all, you are the expert” You smiled, allowing him to press the paper against your skin; feeling him pressing down on it, before removing it to showcase the temporary art that was to forever be marked on your skin.

“Yeah that looks good,” He murmured, taking his tattoo machine in hand and dipping it in ink “Now, you let me know if this hurts, or becomes too unbearable okay?”

“Okay..” You bit your lip and nodded your head as you stared at the machine.

“Don’t worry, on arms you normally can’t feel anything” Sero reassured “ and I’ve got a steady hand which helps. All this just looks more scary than it is.”

“Like Kirishima”

“Yeah!” He laughed, shaking his head at your silly, but accurate, comment “Just like Kiri. Now, take a deep breath for me, kay?”

You nodded and did as you were told, taking a deep breath as his machine whirled to life; you watched with bated breath as it approached your skin, letting out a large sigh of relief when it finally touched you and no pain could be felt.

“See? Not so bad, yeah?” Sero smiled, slowly beginning to outline his design.

“Yeah…”

You didn’t converse much after that, not because you didn’t want to, but rather because you were blown away by Sero’s skills and concentration. You had never seen this side of him before. Normally he was goofy, animated, and fun, which you thought was endearing and cute; gave him his boyish charm. But now? As you watched his brows furrow and eyes look at you with such steely focus, you couldn’t help but find him extremely attractive. Choosing not to break the silence in fear of breaking his concentration, and thus this newfound allure, or embarrassing yourself.

Though he did make it difficult.

Throughout the entire session, every time he needed to shade something or thicken a line, he would always praise you after; claiming you were doing ‘such a good job’ for pushing through it; or for being called a ‘good girl’ when you took a needed deep breath at the right moment in time.

He said it so often that you can’t tell if he’s being reassuring or doing it to get a rise out of you; to tease you to see you get all hot and bothered.

Whatever the case was, it was affecting you way more than it should have; lighting a small fire deep within your core as you tried to rub your thighs together without him noticing to relieve some of the newfound pressure, as you suppressed all the small squeaks your wanted body wanted to let out every time another praise left his mouth.

It was agonizing torture in the best possible way; and when the session was finally done, when he was gently placing cellophane wrap over your fresh tattoo, you weren’t sure whether you were relieved or disappointed that it was all over.

“How much…” You gently cleared your throat, voice a little raspy over underuse “How much do I owe you again?”

“I already told you, babe,” Sero chuckled, carefully putting away his equipment “It’s on the house, my treat for you allowing me to borrow all those books.”

“You paid for those, Sero” You shot back, legs moving over the side of the chair as you leaned closer to him; showcasing your cleavage further from the lowcut hem of your shirt “I can’t just let you give me something like this for free - it’s not fair.”

“I told you, I like doing this.” He shrugged, ignoring you and your subsequent subtle attempts of seduction “More than happy to do this for you, think of it as a first-timer bonus!”

“There must be some way I can pay you back”

It was your tone that made Sero’s back straighten, clearing his throat he carefully placed what was in his hand down to turn and face you - breathing ceasing when he saw you sitting so pretty for him; the dark look in your eye making this cock twitch to life in his pants.

Sero couldn’t help it when his tongue poked out to lick his lips, unable to stop his eyes from trailing over your figure sitting before him; his own legs spreading further apart as he shifted a little closer to you; making you bite your lip. 

“How about finally going on that date with me?” He offered, hands twitching in his lap as he tried his best to restrain himself from touching you without permission.

“Payments happen immediately after a service…it wouldn’t be right paying you back days later, especially after you did such an amazing job” You reasoned, your voice barely above a whisper as you tilted your head up; brushing your nose against his “I prefer to pay you back now, kay?”

“Kay…” Sero barely even had the chance to whisper the word out before your lips pressed firmly into his; hands fisting into his shirt to keep him from pulling away.

As if Sero even wanted to move away, his own hands reaching out to pull you closer to him; closing any inch of space between him and your soft body. His hand cupped your face to deepen the long-awaited kiss that he dreamed about for weeks, as he slotted between your legs, groping and pinching the meat of your thigh as he hiked your leg up to wrap around his waist as he placed more of his weight onto you; groaning into your open when your clothed cunt brushed against his hardening length.

Your sweet, breathless, mewls were addicting and it made his mind dizzy with lust as his lips descended down your jaw and onto your neck; licking and sucking on the sensitive skin you so graciously barred to him, biting down on your pulse to hear you cry out his name into the heated air as he continued to grind his hips against yours.

His kisses continued downwards to your chest, pulling your shirt down - not bothering or wanting to take a mere moment to part from you to properly rid yourself of the article of clothing - before his lips began to suckle at the plump flesh his found; moaning into the heated flesh as he relished the way your hand began to tangle and tug at his hair.

It was all so much, and yet not enough for you; the fire that slowly emerged in your core was raging for me, not being fully satisfied with his sweet kisses or the grind of his hips. You needed more, been craving for more for hours, and you were starting to get a little impatient as you guided the hand pinching and stroking your thigh up to your core.

“Sero, please, touch me more,” You sighed out, legs widening to give him better access as held his hand against the damp cotton of your panties

“Hanta,” He corrected you, wringing his hand from your grasp to slowly stroke his knuckle up and down your slit “call me that, and I’ll do what you want, you needly little thing.”

“Hanta, please? Want you…” You whined, arching your back in an attempt to get more friction; unable to keep the smile off your face when you heard him groaning; clearly loving the way his name sounded off your needy tongue.

“That’s a good girl, hips up” He gently coaxed your lower half off the chair to pull your panties down your leg; pocketing them for later, before slowly guiding your legs to spead even wider for him “Already so wet after a few kisses, hm?” 

You looked away, face buried into his neck, the heat burning your cheeks in embarrassment over his teasing, as you nodded your head - unable to muster the courage to say the truth - as your heart fluttered over his rumbling chuckle.

“Aw, are we shy now?” He teased even more, deft fingers spreading your lower lips apart to gently stroke at your hardened clit “You weren’t shy a second ago when you asked me to play with this pretty pussy, want me to stop?”

He felt you shake your head, a sweet little whine accompanying the motion, as you continued to cling to him; your warm breath, coming out in pants, next to his ear made him slow his pace to one that could barely be considered movement.

“I dunno, it sure seems like you do” 

“N-no!” You mumbled, gripping his shirt tighter; biting your lip to suppress another whine threatening to escape. “Please don’t stop..”

“Then let me see that pretty face, hm,” He asked, tone still mirthful as he watched you slowly come out of your hiding spot “There you are, look at you, huh? All cute and flustered, you like what I’m doing that much?”

You nodded your head, once more, voice squeaking out a ‘yes’ as you felt his fingers resume a faster pace - swirling your bundle of nerves before slipping into your wet heat; your own hand coming down to grasp his forearm over the sudden intensity.

“That feels good, baby? You like my fingers?” Sero hummed, lips grazing your ear as he leaned closer to you, gazing down to watch his fingers go in and out of your drenched hole.

“God yes, Hanta!” You couldn’t help but cry out, throwing your head back, as you felt his fingers curl; stroking that sweet spot within your gummy walls that you made you see stars.

“Yeah you do,” He groaned, feeling your slick drip down his wrist as he repeated the motion “you wanted this, didn’t you? That’s why you wore that cute little skirt, huh?”

Sero watched you nod your head, though the blissed-out look on your face made him question if you even heard what he said as your hips began to wiggle, legs shaking as you neared your release.

“Can feel you twitching around my fingers, pretty girl, you gonna cum for me?” He asked, as his free hand pushed down your squirming hips “Hey, hey, don’t whine! I’ll give you what you want, promise”

His swollen lips brushed against your collarbone, a subtle gesture to prove he meant what he said - that he wasn’t going to tease you or stop you from going over the edge; his thumb twisting up to rub at your clit to help ease you over the edge you were climbing.

“That’s it, cum for me, god you sound so pretty, keep twitching for me.” He groaned, fingers working frantically as your cries grew higher in pitch.

Everything went white for a moment, an end to the mounting pleasure he was giving you, the world was forgotten for a brief moment as you succumbed to the pleasure; your back arched almost painfully as your legs clamped around his wrist; your entire form shaking from the intensity as eyes rolled back into your skull. The only thing that kept you in the realm was his deep voice cooing down at you as you felt your juices run down your thighs and stick to the surface of his leather chair.

“There she is…” He mumbled, lips kissing all over your face and chest to slowly help ease you back down “Slowly, that’s it, you did so good for me…”

“Hanta, s’too much!” You whined, bucking your hips away from his still-moving fingers; ones that were still slowly stroking your soaking cunt; hissing when he finally took them out.

“Sorry, sorry,” He chuckled, hands returning to stroke your thighs and hips as he gazed down at you “You certainly know how to stroke a man’s ego, huh? Never had a girl do that from my touch.”

You groaned one that turned into a giggle, as your hands came up to your face to hide from another wave of heated embarrassment “Well, to be fair, never had a guy touch me like that. Can’t blame a girl for enjoying it!”

“No I can’t, glad you liked it so much, baby” He murmured, pulling your hands from your face to kiss you once more, murmuring sweet nothing to you between each small kiss as his hands wandered again, up and down your body, smiling into the kiss when he felt your hands do the same.

“A-ah!” Sero moaned, unable to stop his hips from bucking to your small hand that started to stroke at the large bulge in his pants; another one choking out, ending in a whimper, when you applied more pressure.

“Can I return the favour?” You asked, voice sounding so saccharine and confident that it made his head spin at the total 180 you just pulled with your demeanor.

“N-no,” He whimpered out, hand grasping at your wrist - just as yours did before - to stop you from continuing your sinful motions.

“Why not?” You whined, the pout you gave almost made him regret his choice, “Wanna make you feel good…”

“I know you do, but I won’t be able to last long if you keep that up” He reasoned, clasping your hands in his to bring them away from his twitching, aching cock.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“God, you’re too much…” He mumbled, head shaking in amusement as he cleared his throat, trying his best not to let you get the best of him as he watched you squirm.

Your pout was still prevalent on your swollen lips as you gazed up at him, calling out to him once more in that saccharine sweet voice “But I wanna make you cum.”

Sero couldn’t help but groan again, head turning away from you as he thought of anything else at that moment - things that made him cringe in his past - to try and stop himself from creaming in his pants like a teenager. With his voice strained, hoarse with effort, as he instructed you to lay back.

You do as you are told, heat in your belly igniting once more when you hear the clinking of his belt unbuckling; bending your legs up, to get betting frictions on your tingling nub, as you waited as patiently as you could for his return.

The chair groaned, squeaking slightly, at the added weight Sero provided, as he situated himself between your legs once more. You gasped, one that turned into a moan, when you felt his cock head tap at your entrance; his hard length sliding up and down your slit - teasing you as he coats himself in your juices.

“Hanta…!” You groan out, hips bucking to try and slip him inside; groaning once more in frustration when you feel his hands pin your hips down once more “Hurry up!”

“So impatient, naughty, naughty, naughty ” He clicks his tongue at you, chuckling at the frustrated glance you cast his way “Just give me a second, don’t wanna hurt you after all”

You huff, brows furrowing further as acquiesced; knowing thing it was for the better to have him take things slow - but the burning in your core was making it difficult for you to have a clear and level head; wanting nothing more to feel him fill you up.

After another agonizing minute, you slowly feel him sink into your heat; feeling his fat cock stretch you out so agonizingly slow that it makes you throw your head back and moan; mouth agape as you feel every inch bury itself deeper into your core.

“God, you’re tight!” Sero hisses, body taut as he holds himself above you as he continued pushing into you “Already milking me, baby, damn!”

You both groan when he finally bottoms out, breathing labored as they mingle together in-between tiny kisses as you both try to adjust; legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him down to you, as he begins his slowly thrusting into you.

His thrusts were almost teasing with how slowly he was moving, dragging his cock out languidly from your gummy walls before slowly returning back into your warmth - but they were precise, with each thrust hitting every sweet spot you had; making your eyes cross as you fell into the throws of pleasure over his slow lovemaking.

Over time though, Sero could not keep up the unhurried pace; what was once a tactic to ensure that he didn’t cum too early, to properly worship you and your perfect body, was now not enough - his body needed more. His lips attached to yours, kisses muffling the sweet moans that you were making as he slowly picks up his pace; thrusts turning sloppy and hurried, a fair cry from before, as Sero now becomes unable to hold off his own pleasure; frantically trying to chase his release.

The sloppy, wet, noises of your pussy could be heard over your constant moans, over the  sound of his skin slapping against yours, and it was becoming overwhelming - his thumb joining his frenzied hips as he rubbed at your clit; trying desperately to get you up and over that edge before him, to feel your walls flutter and clasp his weeping cock as it did his fingers before he spilled into you.

But he failed, your wanton moans as they called out his name, and the sharp sting of your nails and they dug into his back pushed him too far; quickly pulling out with a choked wail he came; spilling his hot seed all over your thighs and stomach.

“I-I’m sorry” he gasped, trying to regain his breath - body, and cock, still twitching over the intensity of his organism; leaving you for a brief moment to get a clean rag from his equipment table to clean you up.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, voice still raspy and sore, as you watched him methodically clean you up.

“Well, you know, about getting you all messy. And…. yeah…” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders, too embarrassed to look at you or saw the real reason he apologized.

It made you smile, though you did your best to contain the giggles that threaten to pass your lips as you watched him. Sitting up, you pushed the hand that was cleaning you away, pulling him back down into you for a kiss.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind getting messy. Part of the fun, right?” You giggled, nudging your nose with his trying to lighten the mood; effectively making a small smile tug at his lips as he returned your kiss.

“Besides…” you whispered, hands coming down to teasingly stroke his chest “My place isn’t too far from here. If you wanted, you could spend all night making it up to me”

“Aren’t you a naughty girl,” Sero smirked, hands grabbing the meat under your thighs as he picked you up from his chair; moving your legs to wrap around his hips to keep you upright and in place “But, I think my place is closer.”

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hey lovely!! I love your work and I was wondering if you can do a baji x reader smut with like a friends to lovers where he gets jealous when one of his friends make a move on you as a joke but he can’t take it seeing y/n all happy’ with a. Anna that’s not him and can u please include where someone walks in on them at the end and he says something about how they became a couple like someone walks in and he he’s like “ can you ye out I’m trying to help my girlfriend clean up!” I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH I have read so much of ur stuff BbBbdbdbbdbd

Ima be honest, I wrote this when I was high so like, idek if this makes sense

Jealous! Baji x Reader (Smut)

Annoyed by your lack of attention, he huffed and puffed, and you still didn't say anything,

"What are you even reading that you are so invested in?" He muttered glancing at your book before pouting and setting his eyes aside.

"Huh, you don't know?" You turned to him and showed him your book cover.

Romeo and Juliet

"Ew, what the hell. Who the hell even reads that in their free time." He cringed at your sappy choice of book taste.

"Shut up will you, it's for the Drama Club. It's the annual play, other schools come and parents also come. I auditioned for fun, but I got the main role, Juliet." You explained, before someone abruptly opened the empty classroom door, it was lunch time.

"Woah, Y/n, did you actually join the annual play?!" It was Chifuyu, he was breathing and seemed...flustered.

"Oh, yeah. how'd you know?" You asked, tilting your head a little worried.

"The flyers are literally being passed out everywhere, look!" He unrolled the flyer and then slammed it on one of the desks.

You took a peek before,

"Woah.."

"Huh?-"

It was you and Ryusei Satou on the cover. You had a dagger in your hand aimed high at yourself as you knelt on your dead lover's body, Ryusei was lying on the floor with poison that fell in drops from his mouth, the tragic fate of Romeo and Juliet. On the cover, you looked just so beautiful, you looked alluring. Your eyes were magnetic, drawing people in with a combination of elegance and genuine warmth. Baji understood why you would be Juliet, no one fit better, you were beautiful both in and out, gentle, graceful, oh he could go on and on about you. He never liked to admit it, he loved you too much. But why was that asshole Ryusei, Romeo, he thought angrily.

The next couple of weeks, Baji has barely seen you. So imagine how he felt when he heard that the entire time you were with Ryusei practicing for the upcoming play. Almost as if you cheated on him, not like you were dating anyway. He didn't mean to stop, he really didn't. But when he heard your voice from outside the theater room, he stopped to listen. Even your voice made him flushed and nervous. However, he froze when he peeked in and saw how Ryusei had you in his arms as he performed dramatically. You were smiling and laughing even. You looked so happy with another guy, it broke his heart. He felt like punching him, or anyone at this point. It was now after school, Chifuyu stopped by Baji's apartment to study for upcoming exams and projects. Then he asked when he noticed how Baji seemed more angry than usual.

"Are you upset that Y/n and Ryusei are gonna kiss?" he shouldn't have said that.

"WHAT, THEY KISS?!" He shouted

"Ohh, I shouldn't have said that..."

"She can't- No- UGHH CAN SHE QUIT THAT STUPID PLAY ALREADY?" Baji groaned, throwing his books to the side before slamming his head on his desk.

"This is so stupid." He pulled onto his hair. He stopped and turned to Chifuyu, who muttered something.

"You got something to say?"

"Baji, she was gonna ask you to do the auditions with her but you turned her down for the gang, Also the play is in a couple days so I think it's too late to pull out now." He repeated himself, a little anxious.

Wait, he thought, was it that one time? Shit, he does remember when he turned down your request, you looked so sad and he promised to make it up to you, which he forgot to do. Fuck.

Now, it was Chifuyu's turn to be worried because of Baji's sudden absences. He couldn't be that affecting because of a silly play, right? C'mon that's Toman's First Division Captain, he can't be acting all childish and clingy when it comes to you, right? Wrong, he was in his room walking back and forth, whining about it.

Baji stayed home the day of the play, until he got a text from Chifuyu.

-- Holy shit, there's so many people at the school dude!"

He groaned and put his phone down, obviously people came. You were too unreal, too siren-like. He heard a knock on his door, it was his mom.

"Chifuyu told me what's been going on. I'm not here to talk to you because in truth, I think you deserve it. You had a chance and you wasted it and made her wait. And you know worst of all, YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT UP TO HER, and here you are being all childish and sad about the consequences to your own actions. If I were you, I would take my ass there and make it up to her." She scolded him, maybe it sounded harsh, but it was out of love, she was sad that he was putting himself through this.

"yeah, LIKE I KNOW HOW. AT THIS POINT, just let them be." He sighed defeated,

"Don't give me that bull. You know how Kei, I know what you've been doing." She said in a smug motherly tone.

He felt his face grow hot quickly as he glanced at the copy of the play he had read.

Stupid, he thought

He heard his mother's footsteps fade as she walked away once their conversation died out. She was right, Baji knew what to do, and he was gonna make it up to you, tonight!

Backstage, you were nervous, shaking even. You were wearing a silky and fancy long nightgown. It was a scene where you are on the balcony of your room confessing your love to the hidden Romeo as he listens to your heart-filled speech. The play was nearing its end, which meant it was closing to where you had to kiss Romeo or more specifically, Ryusei. Which you found extremely awkward. You noticed Chifuyu in the crowd earlier in the play, he was waving and cheering. However, it saddened you how Baji didn't come, he probably had another important gang meeting, you thought. It was the final scene now. You were getting ready to step on stage before you heard some ruckus in the background, before you had time to figure out. The play started and you stepped onto the stage. You talked clearly and passionately, You called out to your lover, this is when Ryusei was to step out and capture you in a breathtaking kiss after some sensual words. You waited, but no one came out. You called out again, nervously.

Suddenly, from the opposing curtain, he walked out. The stage lighting made the moment feel unreal, wait am I imagining this? Why was the one that stepped out of the curtain, it was Baji, it was really Baji. You gasped before you continued with your act. it was subtle but you glanced at Chifuyu who seemed also equally confused. Finally, the play was gonna end, the last scene was a recreation of the Flyer. Romeo and Juliets end. You stabbed yourself with Romeo's dagger as you fell onto Romeo's poisoned body. The crowd roared with 'woos" and cheers as they applauded loudly. You felt hands grip your waist, Baji whispered,

"Y/n, meet me in the costume closet after this. It's important."

What the hell was going on? you thought, first, Baji is distancing himself from you, then he shows up randomly in the play you in AND KISSES YOU. and NOW, he wants to talk to you alone after the play. But if you wanted to find out, you'd have to confront him. It was later after the show now, you were in front of the costume closet, no one was back there. You took a deep breath before entering, Baji was waiting, leaning against the wall.

"Hey Baji, what's up?"

"Keisuke, My name's Keisuke."

"Ookay...Keisuke."

He hated how awkward you seemed around him, he wanted you to laugh and smile like how you were with Ryusei. He sighed as he stood up and approached you, suddenly you were pushed against one of the walls.

"Y/n, do you hate me?" He whispered, coming in closer, leaving little space between your lips.

No, quite the opposite actually, you thought, but you couldn't say that. You just looked to the side avoiding his gaze. He gritted his teeth harshly

"Look at me damnit!" He growled as he forced you to look at him directly.

"Tch, you like this don't you?" He smirked as he toyed with you. He grabbed your face, roughly and chuckled. You glanced at his lips as you both closed in on each other, your eyes locked in an electric gaze, anticipation hung in the air like a delicate melody. The world seemed to pause as your lips met, creating an intimate universe where only the soft whispers of your breaths and the tender exchange of kisses existed. His hands delicately cradled your face, and your fingers entwined in the strands of his hair. The kiss unfolded like a choreography of emotions, starting with a tender exploration and building into a passionate crescendo. Time seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor every fleeting moment of this shared intimacy. Your breath hitched as you felt Baji placing soft kisses and even nibbling on your sensitive neck. The warmth of his lips, coupled with the gentle pressure and softness of the kisses, created the obvious tension and the sense of both of your intimacy and arousal.

"Y/n, I'm gonna fuck you now." He already had his hand in your costume.

"Fuck, your this wet because of me, you're not scared of being caught, You little slut." You whimpered as you rode his fingers,

"K-keisuke, wait- I-" You tried to formulate a sentence but your moans cut you off.

"Uh, Y/n! Baji! Are you guys here?" You gasped as you put both your hands on your mouth, controlling your moans.

"Huh?! What you want, Chifuyu! Can't you see I'm helping my girlfriend change out of her costume, go now!"

Embarrassed, Chifuyu runs out, He sighed,

"You were right... Ryusei."

"Told ya." He smirked as he knew, the only way to get Baji to make a move on you was to make him a little jealous. 

[springwitch26]

hots for teacher (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later?

warnings: NSFW content, implied future smut (part 2 on the way??), praise kink, age gap idk

notes: hi everyone! my name is april, and this is my first ever fanfiction. i wrote this for fun and then decided to share it with the community, because i love the little gay women in my phone! i've been reading fics on tumblr for as long as i've been on the internet, so this is a strange experience for me. anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!

tonight you looked sexy, and you knew it. you wore a sinfully short black dress with colorful butterflies. it was one of your favorites; it showed just the right amount and hugged just the right places to be tantalizing. your eyes were painted with thin black wings and soft, glittery eyeshadow that made you look like a sweet dream. your lips glistened and your hair was tied up in two dutch braids. you were a vision.

all this meant that you were not the least bit surprised when a deep, sultry female voice sounded from behind where you sat at the bar.

"it should be illegal to look like that in public."

you smiled coyly and turned around to face the stranger.

"why? see something you like?" when you turned to face her, however, you were met with a familiar face. it was a face you'd seen in your dreams time after time: your former boss, melissa schemmenti.

you had been assigned to work with melissa as a student teacher while you were in school for your teaching certification. at the time, she was teaching two grades simultaneously, so she was grateful to have you there to ease the burden. it didn't hurt that you were always so eager to please. you wanted to learn and become the best teacher you could be.

of course, your motives weren't entirely pure. you were attracted to melissa from the moment you saw her. you remembered it like it was yesterday: her flaming red hair was slightly messy from trying to wrangle her double class, and her glasses sat askew on her nose. then you came along and turned everything around. she would give you to-do lists, and you would finish them before lunchtime the same day.

"great job, hon! you're so good, don't know what i'd do without you..." she'd say each time, beaming with pride at her new prodigee.

"o-of course, ms. schemmenti. what else can i do for you?" you'd respond, blushing profusely at the praise and struggling to hold her intense gaze.

within a week of having you, melissa was caught up on all her work. she couldn't help but feel like you were an angel, or some kind of gift from god. whatever you were, she cherished you. as the two of you spent more time together, she started to want you more and more. every project, every conversation, every smile you two shared only added to your chemistry.

she had fun with it--teasing you with special pet names and praise, watching you get all flustered and squirmy. she knew you liked her back. you weren't the most subtle about your desire.

melissa would never act on her feelings, though. you were a doe-eyed twenty-something with big dreams, and she was your much older boss. getting involved with you would be too messy. but she always held out hope, even after you left abbott, that one day you'd meet again.

you studied melissa's sly smirk for a moment, in disbelief at your luck. it had been two years since you left abbott. you had your own big girl job now, and you were a bit more mature. there was nothing stopping you from acting on your desires.

"oh my god, ms. schemmenti! please, have a drink with me. it's been a while." you hoped you didn't sound too desperate, although you definitely looked desperate once you got a good glance at her.

her look was striking. your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned her form, dressed in red leather pants and a button-down shirt. her arms were visibly muscled, even through the jacket. the black button-down shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to tease her cleavage. around her waist was a thick black belt that you wanted to pull on. her fiery hair was tied back haphazardly in a high ponytail, just messy enough to be sexy. and her hands—god, her fingers were long and ringed and—

"whatever you say, kid," she shrugged and sat down next to you, giving you a playful smile. "and you can call me melissa now."

she had a mischievous glint in her eye, probably knowing how you felt just by the wanton way you stared at her. when she sat down beside you, you felt your whole body heat up. your thighs were almost touching from the proximity, and you could smell her intoxicating perfume with each inhale. feeling her body so close to yours had you more drunk than the alcohol. it didn't help that her eyes now roamed over your body shamelessly, taking in your glistening lips and lingering on your soft cleavage. you tried your best to play it cool.

you talked for a while, catching up on everything. you told her about your new job at a suburban elementary school, your volunteer tutoring on the weekends, your summers in the mountains. she beamed with pride hearing of your accomplishments.

"that's great, y/n! sounds like you're goin' places."

"thank you! i think i owe a lot of my success to my student teaching experience—everyone at abbott was great, including you. especially you," you looked at her with an intense gaze, feeling your desire catch up with you.

"you were such a passionate mentor. you just had this way of getting me excited..." you trailed off as you fixated on the stirrings of a smirk on her face.

"...excited about learning," you finished shakily.

"mm-hmm," she chuckled.

maybe it was the alcohol, or the simple fact that she was right next to you and seemingly devouring you with her eyes, but you became bolder then. you only had one shot at this.

"i mean, you really touched me in a way that nobody else could," you leaned in, dragging out your syllables for emphasis. "i worked so hard because i just needed to be good for you."

now she was the one shuddering. you had the upper hand, if only for a moment. but she quickly got her boldness back.

"i noticed that. always so bright and attentive. i bragged to all the other teachers about what a good girl you were." to top it all off, she punctuated her sentence by placing her hand firmly on your knee.

you thought you were going to explode right then and there. your skin erupted in goosebumps at her touch, and you spread your legs ever so slightly to indicate your consent. her face split into a smug grin and she began to crawl her fingers up your thigh, agonizingly slowly.

your response came as a shaky whisper. you were sure you must have soaked through your panties just from her teasing touches.

"it's good to know that you thought so highly of me. i looked up to you a lot," you said sheepishly. "um, i'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but i did have a bit of a crush on you..."

"oh, yeah. that doesn't surprise me. don't be embarrassed, hon. you can't help what you feel," her hand had stalled at the midpoint of your thigh, and she looked at you with sincerity.

"it doesn't surprise you?" you asked, struggling to get the words out once she resumed stroking your thigh.

"i had my suspicions," she said with a knowing smirk. "i'm sharper than i look, ya know."

her darkened eyes sent shivers down your spine. you felt your core heat up at the humiliation of knowing she knew exactly what you thought about her.

"am i that obvious?" you asked, somewhat breathily.

"oh, sweetheart," she laughed. she leaned in close and you could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. her fingers pinched the skin of your thigh as she whispered to you. "you sat five feet away from me for months, always wearin' those little black skirts. you think i didn't see you rub your thighs together every time i gave you praise?"

her hand now caressed your inner thigh softly, teasingly. you failed to respond, trying to process her words but finding yourself unable to do anything but whimper almost silently.

"so soft here. mhmm," she husked into your ear. there was a hint of giddiness in her voice, as if she was pleased with herself for taking you apart so easily. "does that feel good, princess? do you like it when i touch you?"

"yes!" you said, almost too loudly for the public setting. "yes, i like it very much."

"good," she whispered as her fingers found the edge of your panties. your thighs spread even wider, and you let out a small gasp.

"we've got lots more to catch up on, don't we?" she continued, her fingers drawing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric. you wondered if she could feel you throbbing for her. your hips bucked up to meet her hand, and she slapped your thigh in warning. "if you wanna keep talkin', we can head back to mine..."

you turned to her with big, glazed-over eyes. still whimpering, you nodded rapidly, earning a laugh from the older woman. she grabbed your hand and guided you out of the packed bar.

"i'm gonna wreck you, hon," she mumbled without looking back at you.

[ghostgirl-22]

love your writing 🥵

why is there a criminal lack of artrick rimming fics? do you know of any at all? there is so much tongue action too

Okay wait… you’re so right actually

—-

Art always takes a bath on Sunday nights. He spends an hour in the bathroom playing music lounging in the bathtub. When he gets out his skin is flushed and his fingers are pruny and he’s drying his blonde curls with towel while bending over barely covered to pick out his clothes. It’s so fucking distracting it’s a wonder Patrick ever gets any homework done.

This particular Sunday they don’t have school or even practice the next day. It’s Veterans Day or Memorial Day or whichever one’s in November…he always gets confused. And Art still bent in half over his dresser isn’t helping matters.

Patrick sighs. “Hey c’mere,” he says pushing his notebook to the side, fuck it, his English teacher thinks he has ADD anyway.

Art stands up and looks at him. “Do you have my Ramones t shirt still?”

“Probably. Come here.”

“Did you ever wash it?” Art demands walking to where he’s sitting at his desk.

“Probably not. Hey so there’s this thing…this kiss…I want to try it with Madison but I’m scared I’m not gonna be good at it.” Patrick says carefully.

Art nods his head all seriously like he’s just been handed a fun homework assignment, his eyes light up and he licks his lips. Patrick knows he’s probably more intrigued by the idea that it’s something new and Patrick’s admitting he’s not good at it.

“Can we…you know… try it first?”

“Yeah sure,” Art says. It’s Sunday but it’s not a normal Sunday.

“Okay, can we do it now?”

Art looks over at his clothes folded on the bed. He’s so meticulous and neat. But Patrick is an animal and his favorite project is finding new ways to make a mess out of him.

“It’s gonna take like five minutes,” Patrick says, standing up and pulling him towards his own bed. “Can I kiss you?”

Art nods his head. “Okay…yeah sure.” He says allowing himself to be led with reluctant curiosity.

They approach the foot of his bed and Patrick walks behind him. ”Like this…” he says wrapping his arms around Arts firm waist from behind. He presses himself against the swell off his ass and watches Art swallow as he leans in. Art closes his eyes and pouts his lips. Patrick can’t resist… he gives him a peck on the lips and then sinks to his knees behind him.

He eases the towel up Arts thighs.

“Patrick, what are you—” Art says anxiously attempting to turn around.

“Shh. Stay still. Five minutes.”

“I thought you said you wanted to kiss—”

“Yeah a kiss, it’s a little kiss. Can you relax?” Patrick says distractedly looking over Art's bottom. He feels himself getting hard. Art has the perfect ass. Patrick’s missed more than a few shots on the court because of it. He’s spent hours and hours touching himself thinking about pressing his cock inside it.

He kisses one cheek and Art takes a breath. “Patrick you can’t…” He whispers.

“I know,” Patrick sighs and kisses him again and then gently spreads him apart and licks at the perfect pink pucker right in the center. He teases his tongue along the outside…kissing him slowly. It feels better than he imagined.

Art makes a strangled sound and tries to pull away but Patrick follows him. “Please, please lemme kiss you, one kiss, one filthy kiss.” He begs as Art climbs on the bed.

Art whines, “Patrick please— I—I’m gonna—“ his voice is pitched entirely different and his cock is full already, he’s even started dripping. And that’s when Patrick realizes this is a thing.

“It’s okay,” Patrick breathes trying to reconcile this. “It’s okay if you—” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore. His heads gone fuzzy, his heartbeat’s in his ears drowning out the low volume of the classic rock station playing on the clock radio. Patrick gets behind Art on the bed and starts again, first slowly, then recklessly, pushing his tongue in and out. Licking and sucking like it might go away if he doesn’t get to it fast enough.

“Oh my fucking god,” Art cries. He’s gripping the sheets, knuckles white, helpless little sounds spilling from his lips. He starts shivering, whining, moaning like the girls do on the choppy videos they find on the internet late at night before deleting their search history.

Patrick’s gripping his waist, holding him tight so he can’t leave again. Probably too tight but he’s so fucking lost he’s barely aware of it till Art starts coming. Messy and wet all over Patrick’s bed sheets.

Patrick makes himself stop and licks his lips, wiping his mouth with his wrist. “God you’re so… fucking… sensitive,” Patrick gasps and Art just groans, collapsing on the bed.

Patrick doesn’t need much to bring himself over the edge. Just Art splayed on the bed in front of him all apart, flushed beautifully, breathing heavy, towel barely covering him, jizz still dripping down between thighs. He’s probably ruined this forever because he’s always gonna be thinking of Art. How he looks, how he sounds, how he feels, how he tastes. Patrick loses it all over him, spilling on his stomach, adding to the mess between his legs.

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes.

Art shivers. “You’re so—“ he pushes himself up on his elbows, “Now I have to get in the shower again.”

Patrick huffs a laugh. “I have to change my sheets.” He sighs and dips his finger tip into the pool of come on Arts thighs and tastes it.

“You’re so gross,” Art whispers and he bites his lip.

“And you love it,” Patrick points out.

Arts blushing and he flops back on the bed and covers his face with his arms. “If my mom ever found out I let you…”

“Well I’m certainly not gonna tell her.”

“Yeah but… but now I’ll know and you’ll know and I’m not gonna be able to…” he rubs his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s so…dirty.”

“Relax. Go shower again and it’ll all go away… like I never even did it I promise.”

“I really hate you,” Art says and Patrick grins at him.

“Yeah I know, I love you too.”

[jinnieboosworld]

My Uncle Thinks You’re Pretty

Sangyeon x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Summary: Y/n a kindergarten teacher tries hard to make sure all of her students can come to her class and have a safe place where they can both learn and have fun. So when one of her students win a prize due to his good grades she decides to talk to his extremely handsome “father” after class to commend him.

Word Count: 14.2k

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Y/N had always believed in the magic of teaching. For her, the classroom was more than just a place to impart knowledge—it was a sanctuary, a home away from home for her young students. She loved the way their faces lit up when they learned something new, or the way their laughter filled the room during playtime. Her classroom, decorated with bright colors, cheerful artwork, and little DIY projects, was a reflection of the joy she hoped to cultivate.

It was the start of the new school year, and as always, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The buzz of tiny voices filled the hallway as children and parents gathered, ready to begin another year. Y/N stood by the door of her classroom, greeting each child with a smile, learning their names, and watching their eyes widen with curiosity as they peeked into the room that would become their second home for the next year.

“Welcome, Jisoo!” Y/N said warmly, crouching down to meet the eyes of a small boy with neatly combed hair and a shy smile. He clung to the hand of a tall man standing behind him. Y/N’s gaze flickered up briefly, noticing the man’s kind, though somewhat tired, expression. He was well-dressed but not overly formal, wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans.

Jisoo looked up at the man, then back at Y/N, before loosening his grip just enough to offer a tiny wave. “Hi,” he mumbled, barely audible, his wide eyes scanning the classroom.

“Hi, Jisoo,” Y/N replied softly, her voice gentle and reassuring. “You’re going to have so much fun here! Look, we have all sorts of books, games, and even a little reading nook with pillows. You can choose whichever spot makes you feel comfy.”

Jisoo seemed hesitant, still holding onto the man’s leg. The man—whom Y/N assumed was his father—gave a small chuckle. “He’s a little shy at first, but once he warms up, you won’t be able to stop him from talking.” His voice was smooth and held a hint of amusement.

Y/N smiled up at him, nodding. “That’s completely okay. We’ll give him all the time he needs to settle in.” She stood up, extending her hand toward the man. “I’m Ms. Y/N, by the way. It’s great to meet you both.”

The man shook her hand, his grip firm but not overpowering. “Sangyeon. Sangyeon Lee. Thanks for looking after him.” His smile was warm but brief, as though he wasn’t used to lingering in social pleasantries.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on him for a second longer, something about his presence catching her attention in a way that most parents didn’t. There was a quiet confidence about him, a calmness that made her feel oddly at ease. She quickly turned her attention back to Jisoo, giving the boy another encouraging smile before ushering him inside.

As the day went on, Y/N kept a careful eye on Jisoo, noticing how he sat quietly at his table, occasionally glancing around at the other children. He wasn’t withdrawn, just observant—like he was carefully taking in his new environment before deciding how to interact with it. She admired that about him, the way he seemed to approach everything with quiet thoughtfulness.

When it was time for the children to be picked up, parents slowly began arriving, chatting with each other while waiting outside the classroom. Y/N spotted Sangyeon in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the classroom for Jisoo. His presence stood out, not just because of his height or anything but because of the way he seemed so focused, like the world outside that classroom was a distant background noise.

“Hey, Jisoo,” Y/N called gently. “Your dad’s here.”

Jisoo perked up and hurried to pack his things, making his way to the door. Y/N, standing near the entrance, glanced at Sangyeon as he stepped forward to meet Jisoo. She couldn’t help but notice the tiredness in his eyes again, but it wasn’t the kind of exhaustion from lack of sleep. It felt deeper, as though it had been there for a while, tucked away behind the warmth he showed to Jisoo. Y/N’s curiosity about him piqued, but she quickly reminded herself to keep things professional. Her job was to teach and care for her students, not to pry into their personal lives.

“Did you have a good day, buddy?” Sangyeon asked, kneeling to Jisoo’s level as the boy approached him with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Jisoo nodded, a tiny smile creeping across his face as he handed Sangyeon a drawing he had made earlier in the day. It was a simple sketch of a house with a tree next to it, the kind of picture all children made, but Sangyeon looked at it as though it was a masterpiece.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Sangyeon praised, his voice full of enthusiasm. “You’re already better at drawing than I am.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their interaction. It was heartwarming to see a parent—well, who she assumed was a parent—so invested in their child’s day, even if it was something as small as a crayon drawing. She found herself lingering by the doorway, watching the two of them for a moment longer than she should have.

Sangyeon caught her gaze and stood up, tucking the drawing into his jacket pocket. “Thanks again for today, Ms. Y/N,” he said, his voice sincere. “I know Jisoo’s still getting used to things, but I think he’s going to like it here.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s a great kid. Very thoughtful. I’m looking forward to seeing him open up more as the days go on.”

Sangyeon gave her a small nod, his eyes lingering on hers for a brief second longer than usual. Y/N felt a tiny flutter in her chest but quickly pushed it aside. It was nothing. Just a polite exchange between a teacher and a parent.

“See you tomorrow, Jisoo!” Y/N waved as the boy shuffled out the door, still clinging to Sangyeon’s hand. Jisoo waved back timidly, and then they were gone, blending into the stream of parents and children in the hallway.

Y/N exhaled, leaning against the doorway as the classroom slowly emptied. It’s going to be a good year, she thought to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction settle in. She loved the start of the school year, the promise of new beginnings, and the chance to watch her students grow. And yet, as she packed up her things and tidied the room, she couldn’t shake the brief but lingering thought of Sangyeon.

The next few weeks in Y/N’s classroom were filled with the usual hustle and bustle of kindergarten life. Y/N poured her heart into creating a supportive environment for her students, from crafting intricate lesson plans to designing engaging activities that would spark their curiosity. Jisoo settled into the routine with a quiet, steady presence, and Y/N was pleased to see him gradually becoming more comfortable and engaged in class.

Sangyeon continued to drop Jisoo off each morning and pick him up in the afternoon. Their interactions remained polite but brief, and Y/N found herself observing him with a mix of curiosity and respect. He was a constant presence, always attentive to Jisoo’s needs and consistently punctual. But despite his reliability, there was a distance between him and the other parents. He was friendly but kept to himself, never engaging in the casual conversations that often filled the waiting area.

One afternoon, as Y/N was organizing the art supplies, she overheard snippets of conversation from the other teachers in the staff room. They were discussing their students, their families, and the occasional anecdote about the quirks of the parents. Y/N listened in, her attention partially focused on the conversation and partially on her task.

“Have you noticed Sangyeon Lee?” one of the teachers, Ms. Parker, said. “He’s always so reserved. It’s a bit unusual for a parent.”

“I’ve seen that too,” Ms. Chang agreed, flipping through a stack of papers. “He’s definitely different from the other parents. Seems like a nice guy, though.”

Y/N’s ears perked up. “Oh, what do you mean by ‘different’?”

Ms. Parker shrugged. “Just that he doesn’t engage much with the other parents. Most of them chat while waiting, but he seems to prefer keeping to himself. It’s like he’s always in his own world.”

“Maybe he’s just shy or busy,” Y/N suggested, trying to offer a more positive perspective. “He’s been really polite and supportive of Jisoo. That counts for a lot.”

“True,” Ms. Chang conceded. “He’s definitely good to Jisoo. But it’s still curious. Sometimes it’s nice to get to know the parents a bit better. Makes communication easier.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the sentiment. Building a rapport with parents often made it easier to address any concerns or share updates about their child’s progress. But she also recognized that everyone had their own way of managing their personal lives. If Sangyeon preferred to keep a lower profile, that was his choice, and Y/N respected that.

The weeks passed, and Y/N found herself growing accustomed to the rhythm of the school year. The children’s laughter, the clatter of blocks, and the murmur of reading time became the backdrop of her daily life. Jisoo continued to thrive, showing gradual improvement in his social interactions and classroom activities. His drawings and stories, while simple, often reflected a rich imagination and a thoughtful nature.

One day, as the end of the day approached and parents began arriving to pick up their children, Y/N noticed Sangyeon standing near the door, waiting for Jisoo. He had a slight frown on his face, his attention focused on something in the hallway. Y/N, who was tidying up the classroom, decided to approach him.

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” she greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How was your day?”

Sangyeon looked up, momentarily surprised. “Oh, Ms. Y/N. It’s been alright. Just a bit hectic at work. But I’m glad to pick up Jisoo and see how his day went.”

“I hope it’s not too overwhelming,” Y/N said sympathetically. “If there’s ever anything we can do to make things easier, just let us know.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Just then, Jisoo bounded into the room, his face flushed with excitement. “Ms. Y/N, look! I made a rocket ship!”

Y/N admired the crayon drawing Jisoo proudly presented. “Wow, that’s fantastic, Jisoo! I love how colorful it is.”

Sangyeon crouched down beside Jisoo, his expression brightening. “That’s a great rocket ship, buddy. Did you learn about space today?”

Jisoo nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! We talked about the stars and the moon. Ms. Y/N said we might even make a space collage next week.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Sangyeon said, ruffling Jisoo’s hair gently. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

As they talked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the small, affectionate gestures Sangyeon made toward Jisoo. It was clear that he cared deeply for him, and it was touching to see the bond they shared. Y/N also observed how Sangyeon, despite his usual reserve, seemed to open up slightly when interacting with Jisoo.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N continued to see Sangyeon in the same pattern: brief, polite interactions that never ventured beyond the surface. She found herself wondering about him more frequently, intrigued by the subtle hints of his personality she’d glimpsed during their conversations. The distance he maintained was respectful, but it left her with an impression of him as a solitary figure, someone who navigated life with a sense of quiet dignity.

One chilly autumn afternoon, Y/N decided to take the children outside for a bit of fresh air and a nature walk around the school’s playground. The crisp air and vibrant fall colors created a perfect backdrop for exploration. As the children gathered around, eagerly examining fallen leaves and acorns, Y/N glanced up to see Sangyeon arriving to pick up Jisoo.

Sangyeon approached with his usual calm demeanor, his eyes scanning the playground before landing on Jisoo. He waved to Y/N as he walked over, a small, polite smile on his face.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. “It looks like a beautiful day for a walk.”

“It really is,” Y/N agreed. “The children are having a blast exploring the fall scenery. Jisoo’s been very engaged in finding different types of leaves.”

Sangyeon nodded, his gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was eagerly showing off a particularly large leaf he had found. “He’s always had a keen interest in nature. I remember him getting excited about bugs and plants when he was younger.”

“That’s wonderful,” Y/N said, smiling. “It’s great to see his curiosity about the world around him.”

Sangyeon’s eyes met Y/N’s, and for a moment, there was a fleeting connection—a brief understanding that went beyond words. Y/N could see that Sangyeon’s life was intricately tied to Jisoo’s well-being, and it was clear that he was a significant figure in the boy’s life.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of their outdoor playtime, Y/N gathered the children and began ushering them back inside. Sangyeon and Jisoo prepared to leave, and as they walked toward the exit, Sangyeon glanced back at Y/N with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank you for today, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “I appreciate the extra effort you put into making things special for the kids.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Y/N replied. “They bring so much joy to the classroom. It’s easy to go the extra mile for them.”

As Sangyeon and Jisoo left, Y/N watched them go, her thoughts lingering on the man who was so devoted to his child. She couldn’t help but wonder about his life outside of these brief interactions—about what made him tick, what his days were like, and how he managed to balance everything with such quiet grace.

It was a slow burn, this growing curiosity about Sangyeon. There were no grand gestures or dramatic revelations yet, just small moments of connection that hinted at a deeper story. Y/N understood that getting to know someone took time, and she was prepared to be patient.

As she finished tidying up the classroom and prepared to leave for the day, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that her interactions with Sangyeon were just the beginning. The slow, deliberate pace of their connection was a reflection of the care and consideration that defined both of their lives. And though they hadn’t yet ventured beyond the surface, Y/N had a sense that there was more to discover—a journey that would unfold in its own time.

The school year continued to flow smoothly, with each day bringing its own set of routines, joys, and small surprises. Y/N’s classroom was a place of constant activity, from the bustling of the children during free play to the focused quiet of storytime. Despite the predictable rhythm, Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon Lee, whose presence seemed to linger just beyond the edges of her everyday life.

Sangyeon’s routine was consistent: he would drop Jisoo off in the morning, briefly exchange pleasantries with Y/N, and then pick him up in the afternoon, often with a small, meaningful conversation about Jisoo’s day. His interactions with the other parents were minimal, and while Y/N respected his preference for privacy, she couldn’t help but wonder about the man behind the reserved exterior.

One chilly November morning, the school was preparing for its annual fall festival—a much-anticipated event filled with games, crafts, and a small fair. Y/N and her colleagues were bustling with preparations, decorating the hallways with autumn leaves and setting up tables for various activities. The children were excited, chattering about the upcoming festival, and Y/N was in the midst of coordinating the event details.

As the festival day approached, Y/N noticed that the parents were more involved than usual, volunteering their time and resources to help make the event a success. Sangyeon, as always, arrived promptly to drop off Jisoo. Y/N observed him from a distance, noting the slight weariness in his eyes but also the genuine smile he offered Jisoo.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she greeted him by the classroom door. “I hope you’re doing well. We’re getting ready for the festival, and the kids are really excited.”

Sangyeon’s gaze softened as he looked at Y/N. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N. I’m sure it will be a great event. Jisoo’s been talking about it non-stop.”

“He’s one of the most enthusiastic little helpers we’ve got,” Y/N said with a laugh. “He’s been looking forward to the crafts and games all week.”

Sangyeon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad to hear that. He’s always been so eager to participate in anything creative.”

As Jisoo bounced into the classroom, ready for the day, Y/N noticed that Sangyeon seemed a little more relaxed than usual. His smile lingered as he watched Jisoo join his friends, his gaze shifting back to Y/N.

“If you need any extra hands for the festival setup,” Sangyeon offered, “I’d be happy to help out. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.”

Y/N was pleasantly surprised by the offer. “That would be wonderful, Mr. Lee. We could definitely use an extra set of hands. If you’re free this afternoon, we’d love to have you join us.”

“I’ll be there,” Sangyeon said with a nod. “Just let me know what needs to be done.”

The festival day arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a slight chill in the air. The school grounds were transformed into a vibrant celebration of fall, with colorful decorations, festive music, and the scent of baked goods wafting through the air. Parents and children filled the space, their laughter and chatter creating a lively atmosphere.

Y/N and her colleagues were busy at various activity stations, helping the children with crafts, games, and treats. Amid the chaos, Y/N caught sight of Sangyeon arriving, his presence adding a touch of calm to the bustling scene. He wore a casual, cozy sweater and jeans, looking relaxed and approachable.

Sangyeon approached Y/N, his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweater. “I’m here as promised. What can I do to help?”

Y/N smiled, grateful for his assistance. “Great to see you, Mr. Lee. We could use some help with setting up the craft station and supervising the games. If you’d like, you can start with the craft tables. They’re in need of a little organization.”

“Sounds good,” Sangyeon replied, rolling up his sleeves. “I’ll get right on it.”

As Sangyeon worked, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way he moved with a sense of purpose and calm. He quickly adapted to the tasks, organizing supplies and assisting the children with their crafts. His interactions with the kids were gentle and encouraging, and Y/N observed that he had a natural ability to connect with them.

Throughout the afternoon, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged occasional glances and brief conversations as they worked side by side. There was a comfortable rhythm to their interactions, a shared sense of purpose in making the festival a success. Y/N appreciated Sangyeon’s willingness to help and the ease with which he integrated into the event.

At one point, as Y/N was setting up a game booth, she noticed Sangyeon helping Jisoo with a craft project. The sight of them working together, Jisoo’s face lit up with concentration and Sangyeon’s gentle guidance, brought a smile to Y/N’s face.

Sangyeon caught her watching and gave her a small, knowing smile. “I think Jisoo’s found his new favorite activity,” he said with a chuckle.

“It looks like he’s having a great time,” Y/N replied. “Thanks again for helping out. It’s made a big difference.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” Sangyeon said. “It’s nice to see everyone having fun.”

As the festival drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon helped clean up, packing away supplies and dismantling the various activity stations. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the school grounds. The festival had been a success, and Y/N felt a deep sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the results of their hard work.

Sangyeon, carrying a box of leftover supplies, walked alongside Y/N as they headed toward the staff room. “I hope you had a good time,” he said, his tone light and casual. “I know these events can be a lot of work.”

“I did,” Y/N said with a smile. “It was a lot of fun, and I’m grateful for your help. It made everything run a lot smoother.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’m glad to hear that. I enjoyed being a part of it. Jisoo had a blast, and that’s what matters most.”

As they reached the staff room, Y/N stopped and turned to Sangyeon. “Thank you again for your support. It means a lot to us.”

Sangyeon smiled warmly. “Anytime. It’s the least I can do.”

Y/N watched as Sangyeon headed toward the exit, Jisoo at his side. There was a sense of quiet contentment in the way he interacted with Jisoo, a subtle but profound bond that spoke volumes about his character. Y/N found herself reflecting on the small moments of connection she had experienced with Sangyeon and wondered about the story behind his reserved demeanor.

In the following days, Y/N continued to observe Sangyeon from a distance, noting the little things that revealed his dedication and care. He was always punctual, always polite, and always attentive to Jisoo’s needs. His interactions with the other parents remained minimal, but Y/N sensed a quiet strength in him, a depth that went beyond surface appearances.

The slow burn of their connection continued to unfold, marked by brief exchanges and fleeting moments of understanding. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to get to know him better.

As the weeks went by, Y/N’s curiosity about Sangyeon remained, but she also understood that building a connection took time. The unspoken bond between them grew slowly, grounded in mutual respect and shared experiences. For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions, knowing that each moment was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The winter season arrived gently, bringing with it a crisp chill and the promise of holiday cheer. The school had decorated its halls with festive ornaments and twinkling lights, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere for the children and their families. Y/N was busy preparing for the end-of-year celebrations and organizing the annual awards ceremony, a highlight for the students who had shown outstanding progress and achievements throughout the year.

The awards ceremony was an eagerly anticipated event, and Y/N was excited to see the children’s faces light up as they received recognition for their hard work. Jisoo, as always, had been enthusiastic about the event, often talking about it with his friends and showing off his progress in class.

In the weeks leading up to the ceremony, Y/N had noticed Jisoo’s increasing dedication to his studies. He had been particularly focused, his efforts reflecting in his improved grades and enthusiastic participation in class activities. It was no surprise to her when Jisoo’s name appeared on the list of award recipients.

The day of the ceremony arrived, and the school gymnasium was transformed into a festive space, with colorful decorations and a stage set up for the awards presentation. Parents, teachers, and students filled the seats, eagerly awaiting the start of the event. Y/N was stationed at the front, ready to give a short speech and present the awards.

As the ceremony began, Y/N stood at the podium, her eyes scanning the audience. The excitement in the room was palpable, and Y/N felt a sense of pride as she saw the students’ anticipation. The awards were handed out one by one, with each child receiving applause and congratulations for their accomplishments.

When it was Jisoo’s turn, Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She called Jisoo’s name, and he bounded up to the stage with his usual enthusiasm, his eyes shining with excitement. Y/N presented him with his award, a certificate recognizing his exceptional progress and dedication. As she handed him the certificate, she couldn’t help but notice how proud Sangyeon looked from his seat in the audience, his smile evident even from a distance.

After the ceremony, Y/N made her way through the crowd, seeking out Jisoo and his “father” to offer her congratulations. She spotted Sangyeon standing with Jisoo near the refreshments table, his demeanor relaxed as he chatted with other parents. Y/N approached them with a warm smile.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted him, her tone filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Congratulations on Jisoo’s award. He’s worked so hard, and it’s wonderful to see his efforts recognized.”

Sangyeon turned to her, his smile widening. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been so excited about today. He’s really been putting in a lot of effort.”

“It shows,” Y/N said, her gaze shifting to Jisoo, who was beaming with pride as he clutched his award. “He’s done an amazing job.”

Jisoo looked up at Y/N with wide, admiring eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N! I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Jisoo’s enthusiasm. “You did all the hard work, Jisoo. I’m just glad I could help.”

As they chatted, Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Sangyeon’s eyes softened when he looked at Jisoo. There was a deep, genuine affection in his gaze, a reflection of the bond they shared. Y/N admired the way Sangyeon supported Jisoo, his quiet presence a comforting reassurance for the young boy.

“I wanted to thank you for everything you do for Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his tone sincere. “He really enjoys being in your class. It’s made a big difference for him.”

Y/N felt a flush of pleasure at his words. “That means a lot to me, Mr. Lee. I enjoy having Jisoo in class. He’s a wonderful student.”

As they continued to talk, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection with Sangyeon. Their interactions had always been pleasant, but there was something different about the way he spoke to her today. It was as if the barriers between them were starting to crumble, allowing for a more genuine and open conversation.

The evening wore on, and the awards ceremony concluded with a festive gathering in the school’s cafeteria. Parents and children mingled, enjoying the refreshments and celebrating the accomplishments of the students. Y/N found herself engaged in conversations with various parents, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Sangyeon and Jisoo.

At one point, Y/N found herself near Sangyeon again, who was helping Jisoo with a plate of cookies. She decided to join them, hoping to continue their conversation from earlier.

“Jisoo looks very pleased with his award,” Y/N said as she approached.

“He is,” Sangyeon agreed, his gaze fond as he watched Jisoo eagerly nibbling on a cookie. “He’s been talking about this event for weeks.”

“It’s wonderful to see him so excited,” Y/N said. “You must be very proud.”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I am. He’s put in a lot of hard work, and it’s nice to see it paying off.”

As they continued to chat, Y/N found herself feeling increasingly comfortable around Sangyeon. His demeanor was warm and engaging, and their conversation flowed easily. She learned more about Jisoo’s interests and hobbies, and Sangyeon shared a few anecdotes about his nephew’s achievements and challenges.

Their conversation was interrupted by Jisoo, who tugged at Sangyeon’s sleeve, eager to show him a drawing he had made during the ceremony. Sangyeon crouched down to admire the drawing, his eyes lighting up with genuine admiration.

“That’s a fantastic drawing, Jisoo,” Sangyeon said, his voice filled with pride. “You’ve really captured the spirit of the festival.”

Jisoo beamed, clearly pleased by the compliment. “Thank you, Uncle Sangyeon!”

Y/N watched the exchange with a sense of warmth, appreciating the strong bond between Sangyeon and Jisoo. It was clear that Sangyeon was deeply involved in Jisoo’s life, and Y/N admired his dedication and care.

As the evening came to a close, Y/N prepared to say her goodbyes. She felt a sense of contentment from the successful event and the pleasant interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N said as she approached him one last time. “Thank you again for coming and for all your support. It’s been a pleasure to see Jisoo shine tonight.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression sincere. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. It’s been a pleasure to be here. We appreciate everything you do for Jisoo.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a bit of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “Have a great evening, Mr. Lee. I hope you and Jisoo enjoy the rest of the holiday season.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said warmly. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a lingering sense of curiosity about Sangyeon. Their interactions had been pleasant and meaningful, but she still felt like there was more to discover about him. Despite the slow pace of their budding connection, Y/N found herself looking forward to the possibility of getting to know Sangyeon better in the future.

For now, Y/N was content with the steady rhythm of their interactions. The end-of-year celebrations had brought a sense of closure and accomplishment, and Y/N was eager to see what the new year would bring. She continued to appreciate the quiet moments of connection with Sangyeon, knowing that each interaction was a step toward a deeper understanding.

The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a stronger connection.

Winter deepened, and the holiday season cast its festive glow over the school. The children were buzzing with excitement for the winter break and the upcoming holiday festivities. For Y/N, this time of year was a whirlwind of activity, balancing preparations for the holiday party with the regular demands of teaching. Amidst the bustle, her thoughts often drifted to Sangyeon Lee, intrigued by the glimpses of depth she had begun to see.

One crisp December afternoon, the school hosted a winter-themed family day, inviting parents to join their children for an afternoon of crafts, games, and seasonal treats. Y/N had been busy setting up the classroom for the event, arranging tables and decorations, and preparing for the activities that would keep the children entertained.

As the school’s doors opened, families streamed in, bringing with them the warmth and cheer of the season. Y/N greeted parents and children with a smile, guiding them to their designated areas and making sure everyone felt welcome. The atmosphere was lively and festive, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

The highlight of the day was a holiday craft project, where children and their families could create their own decorations to take home. Y/N had set up tables with various craft supplies, including colored paper, glitter, glue, and stickers. The children eagerly gathered around the tables, their eyes wide with excitement as they began to create their holiday masterpieces.

Y/N was in her element, moving from table to table, offering assistance and encouragement. She was especially attentive to Jisoo, who was working on a particularly elaborate snowflake decoration. Sangyeon was there too, his presence a comforting fixture as he helped Jisoo with his project.

“Mr. Lee,” Y/N greeted Sangyeon with a warm smile as she approached their table. “It’s great to see you here today. Jisoo’s really getting into his craft project.”

Sangyeon looked up from the table, his expression pleased. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo’s been looking forward to this all week. It’s nice to see him so engaged.”

Jisoo looked up from his work, his face alight with enthusiasm. “Look at my snowflake, Ms. Y/N! I’m going to hang it in my room!”

Y/N leaned in to admire Jisoo’s creation. “That’s fantastic, Jisoo! It’s going to look great in your room.”

As Y/N helped Jisoo with a tricky part of his project, she found herself in a comfortable conversation with Sangyeon. They talked about the holiday plans, the children’s excitement, and even a bit about their own holiday traditions. Y/N noticed that Sangyeon’s demeanor was more relaxed and open than usual, and she could sense a hint of personal insight in his responses.

“I have to admit,” Sangyeon said as he adjusted a piece of glitter on Jisoo’s snowflake, “I’m not very crafty myself. Jisoo’s got a talent for this that I don’t.”

Y/N chuckled. “Crafting isn’t everyone’s forte, but you’re doing a great job helping him. It’s the thought that counts.”

Sangyeon smiled, a touch of gratitude in his eyes. “Thanks. It’s nice to be able to share this time with him. I know how much it means to him.”

Their conversation flowed easily, and Y/N began to appreciate the layers of Sangyeon’s personality that were slowly revealing themselves. He spoke with a quiet sincerity, and there was an underlying warmth in his words that hinted at a deeper connection with his nephew.

As the craft session continued, Y/N and Sangyeon worked side by side, occasionally glancing at each other and sharing smiles. The atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, and Y/N felt a growing sense of ease in Sangyeon’s company. She noticed how attentive he was to Jisoo’s needs, his patience and care evident in every interaction.

The event moved on to a holiday-themed game, and Y/N took part in organizing the children for a round of “Holiday Bingo.” The game was a hit, with kids excitedly marking off their cards and cheering as they called out their “Bingo!”s. Sangyeon joined in, enthusiastically participating with Jisoo, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire his ability to engage with the children and make the event enjoyable for everyone.

As the afternoon wore on, the festive spirit was in full swing. Families mingled, enjoyed refreshments, and participated in various activities. Y/N found herself standing near the refreshment table, taking a brief break and observing the scene around her. Sangyeon and Jisoo were seated at a nearby table, enjoying hot cocoa and cookies, their conversation animated and full of laughter.

Y/N approached them, carrying a tray of cookies. “I thought you might like a little holiday treat,” she said, offering the tray.

Sangyeon accepted a cookie with a smile. “Thank you, Ms. Y/N. These look delicious.”

Jisoo eagerly reached for a cookie, his face lighting up with delight. “Thanks, Ms. Y/N!”

As they enjoyed their treats, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their conversation. They talked about their favorite holiday traditions, shared stories from their childhood, and even discussed their plans for the upcoming year. Y/N was struck by how open Sangyeon was becoming, revealing small glimpses of his personal life and experiences.

At one point, Y/N asked, “So, Mr. Lee, do you have any special holiday traditions you look forward to each year?”

Sangyeon paused for a moment, considering the question. “Actually, we do have a tradition in our family. Every year, we make a big holiday meal together and then spend the evening watching holiday movies. It’s a nice way to unwind and enjoy each other’s company.”

“That sounds lovely,” Y/N said, genuinely interested. “Do you have a favorite holiday movie?”

Sangyeon chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m a sucker for the classics. ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ is always a favorite.”

Y/N’s eyes brightened. “That’s one of my favorites too! It’s such a heartwarming film.”

Their conversation continued, and Y/N found herself increasingly drawn to Sangyeon’s sincerity and warmth. He spoke with a kind of understated charm, and there was an easygoing nature to him that made their interactions enjoyable. Despite the slow pace of their developing relationship, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and curiosity about him.

As the event drew to a close, Y/N found herself reluctant to say goodbye. The afternoon had been pleasant, filled with laughter and meaningful conversation. She felt a sense of satisfaction from the successful event and the positive interactions she had shared with Sangyeon and Jisoo.

Before they parted ways, Y/N took a moment to express her gratitude. “Thank you for coming today, Mr. Lee. It’s been wonderful to see you and Jisoo enjoying the festivities.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm. “Thank you for organizing such a fantastic event, Ms. Y/N. Jisoo had a great time.”

Y/N felt a pang of reluctance as she prepared to leave. “I hope you and Jisoo have a wonderful holiday season. I’m looking forward to seeing you both again soon.”

“You too, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said. “Take care.”

As Y/N watched Sangyeon and Jisoo leave, she felt a mixture of contentment and anticipation. Their interactions had deepened, and Y/N found herself increasingly intrigued by Sangyeon.

For now, Y/N was content with the gradual progress and the glimpses of truth she had begun to uncover. The slow burn of their relationship continued, marked by small, meaningful exchanges and shared experiences. Y/N remained patient, respecting Sangyeon’s boundaries while quietly hoping for opportunities to build a deeper connection.

The holiday season passed, bringing with it a sense of renewal and possibility. Y/N looked forward to the new year with optimism, eager to see how her relationship with Sangyeon would evolve. She appreciated the steady rhythm of their interactions and the growing sense of understanding between them.

The path ahead was uncertain, but Y/N was ready to embrace the journey, knowing that every step, no matter how small, was a step toward discovering the depth of their connection.

The winter months continued their gentle hold over the city, the cold air mingling with the warmth of emerging friendships and budding connections. As the days grew longer and the snow began to recede, Y/N and Sangyeon’s interactions had become a comforting routine.

In the following weeks, Y/N and Sangyeon began to spend more time together outside of school, though their interactions remained subtle and low-key. They exchanged casual text messages, often discussing their daily lives and sharing recommendations for books, movies, and local events. Their conversations were filled with light-hearted banter and genuine interest, creating a solid foundation for their growing friendship.

One chilly afternoon, as Y/N was preparing for a new week at school, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I’m planning to visit the local farmer’s market this Saturday. They’re supposed to have some great winter produce. Would you be interested in joining me?”

Y/N paused for a moment, contemplating the invitation. The idea of spending more time with Sangyeon appealed to her, and the farmer’s market seemed like a pleasant way to do so. She quickly typed out a response.

Y/N: “That sounds lovely! I’d be happy to join you. What time were you thinking of going?”

Sangyeon: “How about 10 AM? We can grab a coffee first and then head to the market.”

Y/N: “Perfect. See you then!”

The anticipation of their outing brought a smile to Y/N’s face. She spent the rest of the week looking forward to the Saturday morning adventure, curious about what the farmer’s market had to offer.

Saturday arrived with a crisp, clear sky and a hint of warmth in the air. Y/N dressed warmly but comfortably, opting for a cozy sweater and a pair of jeans. She made her way to the café where they had previously met, eager to see Sangyeon and start their day.

When she arrived at the café, she found Sangyeon already waiting at a corner table, his warm smile greeting her as she walked in.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, standing up to greet her. “I hope you’re ready for a fun morning.”

“I am,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “It’s great to see you again.”

They ordered their coffees and settled into their seats, chatting about their week and exchanging stories about their various activities. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort in Sangyeon’s presence. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for their budding connection.

After finishing their coffee, they made their way to the farmer’s market. The market was bustling with activity, vendors showcasing their fresh produce, baked goods, and handmade crafts. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and roasted nuts, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Sangyeon led the way, guiding Y/N through the various stalls. “I thought we could start by checking out the vegetable stands. They’re supposed to have some amazing winter vegetables.”

Y/N nodded, her curiosity piqued. “That sounds like a great idea. I’ve been meaning to try cooking with some new ingredients.”

They spent the next hour exploring the market, sampling fresh produce and chatting with vendors. Sangyeon’s enthusiasm for the different products was infectious, and Y/N found herself enjoying the experience more than she had anticipated.

As they strolled through the market, Sangyeon pointed out his favorite stalls and shared tips on selecting the best ingredients. His knowledge and passion for cooking were evident, and Y/N admired his expertise.

“You really know your way around the market,” Y/N remarked, picking up a bunch of vibrant carrots.

Sangyeon grinned. “I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years. It’s one of my favorite places to find fresh ingredients.”

Their conversation continued as they wandered through the market, discussing their favorite recipes and cooking techniques. The slow pace of their interaction allowed them to learn more about each other’s preferences and interests, deepening their connection.

After purchasing a variety of items, they decided to take a break and enjoy a snack from one of the food vendors. They sat on a nearby bench, savoring warm pastries and hot chocolate as they continued their conversation.

“This is really nice,” Y/N said, taking a sip of her drink. “I’ve enjoyed spending time with you and exploring the market.”

Sangyeon nodded in agreement. “I’ve had a great time too. It’s nice to have the opportunity to get to know each other better outside of the classroom.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to chat. Y/N shared stories about her childhood and her journey to becoming a kindergarten teacher, while Sangyeon opened up about his own experiences and aspirations.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a soft, golden hue over the emptying farmer’s market. Y/N and Sangyeon walked slowly, their bags filled with fresh produce, the energy of the day settling into a peaceful lull. They had been at the market for hours, chatting with local vendors, trying samples, and picking out what felt like half the stalls’ worth of vegetables and fruits.

Y/N nudged Sangyeon lightly. “I think we’ve officially cleaned out the entire market,” she said with a laugh, glancing down at the bags in her hands.

Sangyeon grinned, shifting the weight of his own bags. “Jisoo’s going to be happy about it, though. He’ll eat just about anything as long as it’s fresh.”

Y/N smiled fondly. “He’s such a sweet kid. I can’t believe how well-behaved and smart he is at such a young age. You are really doing an amazing job.”

Sangyeon slowed slightly, his smile fading into something more thoughtful. “Uh, actually… I should probably clear something up.”

Y/N looked up at him, a puzzled expression crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, adjusting the bag on his shoulder before meeting her gaze. “Jisoo—he’s not my son. I’m just his uncle.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks, eyes widening as she processed what he just said. “Wait, what?”

Sangyeon gave her a sheepish smile, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… both of his parents are around. They’re actually really great, but they work a lot. So, I’ve been helping out whenever I can. He spends a lot of time with me, and I guess people just assume I’m his dad. It never felt important enough to correct.”

Y/N blinked a few times, her mind spinning. “I’ve been calling you ‘his dad’ this whole time… and you just let me?”

Sangyeon chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I thought it was kind of funny, honestly. And… I don’t know, I guess I liked the idea of being seen that way, even if it wasn’t true.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You should have told me sooner! I feel like an idiot.”

“Hey,” Sangyeon said, his voice gentle. “Don’t feel bad. Jisoo’s close to me, and I’m close to him. That’s all that matters, right?”

Y/N’s laughter died down, and she gave him a warm smile. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s really sweet that you’re so involved in his life.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and they started walking again, the moment of tension dissipating. “Thanks. He’s a good kid. It’s hard not to want to be there for him.”

As they walked through the nearly empty market, Y/N found herself looking at Sangyeon differently. There was something endearing about the way he talked about his family, his dedication to Jisoo. And now, knowing the truth, it felt like there was a layer of vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

“It’s been a wonderful day,” Y/N said as they approached the exit of the market. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“It was my pleasure,” Sangyeon replied, his smile warm and genuine. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of it.”

They exchanged a final goodbye and promised to keep in touch. Y/N walked home with a sense of contentment, reflecting on the day’s events. The gradual progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the future.

The following week, Y/N and Sangyeon continued their regular interactions, often exchanging messages and occasionally meeting for coffee or brief catch-ups. Their connection continued to grow, marked by moments of shared laughter and mutual understanding.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing for bed, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to go for a walk in the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be nice. What do you think?”

Y/N smiled at the invitation, her excitement evident. Y/N: “That sounds lovely. I’d enjoy that. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Sunday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance at 2 PM.”

Y/N: “Perfect. I’ll see you then!”

As the weekend approached, Y/N looked forward to their park outing with anticipation. The slow and steady progression of their relationship had created a comfortable and meaningful connection, and she was eager to continue exploring the possibilities.

Sunday afternoon arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance a bit early, taking in the beauty of the surroundings. The park was a tranquil oasis, with lush greenery and winding paths that offered a peaceful retreat from the city.

When Sangyeon arrived, he greeted Y/N with his usual warm smile. “Hi, Ms. Y/N. Ready for a walk?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m ready. This park is beautiful.”

They began their walk, following one of the scenic trails that meandered through the park. The conversation flowed naturally, as they talked about their favorite parks, outdoor activities, and their experiences with nature.

As they walked, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to enjoy each other’s company. The slow pace of their interactions allowed them to appreciate the small moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the walk, as the sun began to set, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view. They shared a comfortable silence, taking in the beauty of the park and the peaceful atmosphere.

“This has been a really nice day,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “I’ve enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, their connection deepening with each shared moment. The slow and steady progression of their relationship was creating a solid foundation for something meaningful, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel optimistic about the future.

As the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged warm goodbyes, each looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together. The path of their relationship was unfolding gradually.

Spring had arrived in the city, bringing with it a sense of renewal and fresh beginnings. The trees were budding with vibrant green leaves, and the flowers were blooming in a riot of colors. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their walks, now looked even more inviting. The season’s change seemed to mirror the evolving nature of their relationship.

Y/N and Sangyeon had continued their slow progression, meeting regularly for coffee, walks in the park, and occasionally sharing meals. Their connection had deepened, marked by a growing sense of comfort and mutual understanding. Their interactions remained grounded and genuine, allowing them both to savor each moment.

One sunny Saturday morning, Y/N found herself looking forward to another outing with Sangyeon. They had planned a visit to a local art fair, something Y/N had been excited about for weeks. Art had always been a passion of hers, and she was eager to share this experience with Sangyeon.

She arrived at the art fair a bit early, taking in the vibrant atmosphere as artists showcased their work in colorful tents and booths. The air was filled with the sounds of cheerful chatter, and the scent of freshly baked treats wafted through the fairgrounds.

Y/N was admiring a collection of paintings when she spotted Sangyeon walking toward her, his warm smile greeting her from afar. He approached with a light-hearted bounce in his step, clearly excited about the day.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “This place looks amazing. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been eager to explore the art fair with you.”

They spent the next few hours strolling through the fair, stopping at various booths to admire the artwork. The array of paintings, sculptures, and crafts was impressive, and Y/N found herself captivated by the creativity on display.

Sangyeon, though less familiar with the art world, showed genuine interest in Y/N’s observations and opinions. They discussed the various pieces they encountered, with Y/N explaining the techniques and styles that intrigued her.

“This painting is stunning,” Y/N said, pointing to a vibrant piece featuring a serene landscape. “I love the use of color and light. It really captures the essence of tranquility.”

Sangyeon nodded, studying the painting with newfound appreciation. “I can see that. It’s amazing how art can evoke such strong emotions. I wouldn’t have noticed those details without your perspective.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, and they continued to explore the fair, enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

After a few hours of browsing, they decided to take a break and grab a bite to eat. They found a cozy food stand offering an array of delicious options and settled at a nearby picnic table.

“This is a great spot,” Sangyeon said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “The food here is fantastic.”

“I agree,” Y/N replied, enjoying a tasty pastry. “It’s nice to have a chance to relax and chat after all that walking.”

Their conversation shifted to more personal topics as they continued to eat. They talked about their favorite artists, memorable experiences, and their future aspirations. Sangyeon opened up about his passion for cooking, sharing stories about his culinary adventures and favorite dishes.

“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at baking,” Sangyeon confessed. “There’s something so satisfying about creating something delicious from scratch.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with interest. “That sounds wonderful. I’ve always enjoyed baking as well. Maybe we could exchange recipes sometime.”

Sangyeon’s smile widened. “I’d love that. It would be great to share our culinary creations with each other.”

The afternoon continued with a sense of ease and contentment. As they wrapped up their time at the art fair, Y/N and Sangyeon exchanged thoughts on their favorite pieces and experiences from the day.

“I’m really glad we came,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “It’s been such a pleasure exploring the art fair with you.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his tone warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed every moment. It’s been great getting to know you better.”

They made plans to meet again soon, with Sangyeon suggesting another outing for next weekend. Y/N eagerly agreed, looking forward to the next opportunity to spend time together.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a growing sense of connection and excitement about the future. The slow, steady pace of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she felt optimistic about the possibilities ahead.

The following week was filled with a mix of routine activities and anticipation for their next outing. Y/N continued her work at the kindergarten, enjoying the interactions with her students and the sense of fulfillment that came with her job. Sangyeon’s presence in her life had become a cherished part of her routine, and she looked forward to their time together.

One evening, as Y/N was preparing dinner at home, she received a text from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hey, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a picnic at the park this weekend. The weather’s supposed to be lovely. What do you think?”

Y/N’s face lit up with a smile. Y/N: “That sounds perfect! I’d love to have a picnic. What time were you thinking?”

Sangyeon: “How about Saturday afternoon? We can meet at the park entrance around 1 PM.”

Y/N: “Sounds great. I’ll see you then!”

The anticipation for their picnic filled Y/N with excitement. She spent the next few days preparing for the outing, packing a basket with a variety of delicious treats and planning a comfortable setup for their picnic.

Saturday arrived with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Y/N arrived at the park entrance with her picnic basket in hand, ready for the day’s adventure. Sangyeon was already waiting for her, his warm smile greeting her as she approached.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I’m glad you could make it. Are you ready for a picnic?”

“Hi, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, returning his smile. “I’m definitely ready. I’ve got everything we need for a great picnic.”

They made their way to a shaded spot under a large oak tree, spreading out a blanket and setting up their picnic. The park was lively with families and friends enjoying the beautiful weather, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

As they settled down and began to enjoy their picnic, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their favorite outdoor activities, shared stories about past picnics, and discussed their plans for the summer.

“This picnic is wonderful,” Y/N said, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches she had prepared. “You picked a great spot.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Sangyeon replied, savoring a bite of fruit. “It’s been nice spending time together and enjoying the day.”

Their conversation continued as they relaxed in the park, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company. The slow and steady pace of their relationship allowed them to appreciate these moments of connection and understanding.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/N and Sangyeon decided to take a leisurely walk around the park. They strolled along the winding paths, taking in the beauty of the blooming flowers and the vibrant greenery.

The day continued to unfold with a sense of ease and contentment. As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Y/N and Sangyeon found a quiet spot to sit and enjoy the view.

“This has been such a lovely day,” Y/N said, her voice reflecting genuine appreciation. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”

Sangyeon nodded, his smile warm and sincere. “I’ve enjoyed it too. It’s been great getting to know you better and spending time together.”

As the days continued to pass, Y/N and Sangyeon’s connection continued to grow. Their interactions remained grounded and meaningful, marked by moments of shared laughter and understanding. The anticipation for their next outing kept Y/N excited, and she looked forward to exploring the possibilities of their evolving relationship.

Summer had fully settled into the city, with long, warm days and clear, starry nights. The park, where Y/N and Sangyeon had spent so much time together, now seemed like a magical place, bathed in golden sunlight. Their relationship had continued to develop at a slow, deliberate pace, with each moment spent together strengthening their bond.

The weeks leading up to the summer break were filled with anticipation and excitement for Y/N. Her students had been working hard, and she was proud of their progress. She continued to look forward to her time with Sangyeon, enjoying their leisurely outings and deepening conversations.

One particular Saturday morning, Y/N was bustling around her kitchen, preparing for a small gathering she had planned. She had invited Sangyeon over for brunch, hoping to celebrate the end of the school year with a relaxed and enjoyable meal. She had spent the previous evening preparing a variety of dishes, from freshly baked croissants to a colorful fruit salad.

The doorbell rang at precisely 10:30 AM, and Y/N hurried to answer it, wiping her hands on a towel. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Sangyeon’s warm smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I brought these for you. I thought they’d brighten your day.”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, accepting the flowers with a grateful smile. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful. Please, come in.”

Sangyeon stepped inside, looking around with interest. The aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, and he could see the neatly arranged table set for their brunch.

“This looks amazing,” Sangyeon commented, his eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Y/N said, feeling a flush of pride. “I wanted to make today special. I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with you.”

As they settled at the table, they began to enjoy the brunch Y/N had prepared. The conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing anecdotes from his week and Y/N talking about her experiences with her students.

“I had a fantastic last day of school with the kids,” Y/N said, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. “They were so excited about the summer break, and we had a little party to celebrate.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Sangyeon replied. “I bet they were thrilled. You always seem to make every day special for them.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you. It’s really important to me that they have a positive experience. And I’ve loved having the chance to get to know them.”

Their conversation continued as they enjoyed the meal, filled with laughter and shared stories. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, with both Y/N and Sangyeon feeling at ease in each other’s company.

After brunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk around Y/N’s neighborhood. The summer weather was perfect for a stroll, with a gentle breeze and the sun shining brightly overhead.

As they walked, their conversation turned to their plans for the summer. Y/N shared her excitement about a trip she had planned to a nearby coastal town, where she hoped to spend some time relaxing by the beach and exploring the local sights.

“I’ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks,” Y/N said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ve always loved the beach, and I think it will be a great way to unwind after the school year.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Sangyeon said, nodding in agreement. “I’ve always enjoyed beach trips too. There’s something so refreshing about the ocean and the sand.”

Their discussion continued as they wandered through the neighborhood, taking in the sights and enjoying each other’s company. The slow and steady progression of their relationship allowed them to savor these moments of connection and understanding.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the city, Y/N and Sangyeon found themselves back at her apartment. They decided to sit on the balcony and enjoy the view of the city lights as they continued their conversation.

“I’ve really enjoyed today,” Sangyeon said, his voice sincere. “It’s been nice to spend some quality time together and get to know each other better.”

“Me too,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Today has been perfect. I’m really grateful for the time we’ve spent together.”

They continued to talk as the evening wore on, discussing their favorite books, movies, and music. The conversation flowed easily, and they found themselves laughing and sharing personal stories.

As the night drew to a close, Sangyeon stood up, preparing to head home. “Thank you for a wonderful day, Ms. Y/N. I’ve had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N said, standing up as well. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m looking forward to our next outing.”

They exchanged a warm hug, both feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

The following week brought a mix of routine activities and moments of anticipation. Y/N continued to prepare for her upcoming trip, excited about the opportunity to relax and unwind. She also looked forward to her next meeting with Sangyeon, eagerly anticipating their next adventure together.

One afternoon, Y/N received a message from Sangyeon.

Sangyeon: “Hi, Ms. Y/N. I was thinking it might be nice to have a small dinner party this weekend. I’d love for you to come. What do you think?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation. Y/N: “That sounds wonderful! I’d love to come. What time should I be there?”

Sangyeon: “How about 7 PM on Saturday? I’ll send you the address. I’m looking forward to it!”

Y/N: “I can’t wait. See you then!”

The anticipation for the dinner party added a new layer of excitement to Y/N’s week. She spent the next few days preparing for the event, carefully choosing an outfit and planning a small gift for Sangyeon as a token of her appreciation.

Saturday evening arrived, and Y/N found herself standing outside Sangyeon’s apartment building, holding a small bouquet of flowers. She had received the address earlier in the week and had been eagerly looking forward to the dinner party.

As she approached the entrance, she could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from inside. She took a deep breath, adjusted her outfit, and pressed the buzzer for Sangyeon’s apartment.

“Hi, Ms. Y/N!” Sangyeon’s voice came through the intercom. “I’m so glad you could make it. Please come on up.”

The door buzzed open, and Y/N made her way to Sangyeon’s apartment. When she arrived, he greeted her with a warm smile and a friendly hug.

“Welcome!” Sangyeon said, taking the bouquet from Y/N. “Thank you for bringing these. They’re beautiful.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N replied, feeling a bit nervous but excited. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m really looking forward to the evening.”

Sangyeon led her into the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and filled with the aroma of delicious food. The dining table was set with care, and the atmosphere was warm and inviting.

“Feel free to make yourself at home,” Sangyeon said, guiding Y/N to a comfortable seat. “The dinner will be ready soon, and we’ll have a chance to enjoy some great food and conversation.”

As they waited for the meal to be served, Sangyeon and Y/N continued their conversation, discussing their favorite recipes and sharing cooking tips. The relaxed atmosphere allowed them to connect on a deeper level, and Y/N felt a growing sense of comfort and familiarity.

When the dinner was finally served, it was clear that Sangyeon had put a lot of effort into preparing the meal. The table was filled with a variety of dishes, from savory main courses to delectable desserts.

“This looks incredible,” Y/N said, her eyes widening in appreciation. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied, smiling with pride. “I hope you enjoy everything. It’s been fun preparing this meal for you.”

As they enjoyed the dinner, their conversation continued to flow easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. The evening felt effortless, marked by moments of connection and understanding.

By the end of the night, as Y/N prepared to head home, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and happiness. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a solid foundation, and she was excited about the future.

Sangyeon walked her to the door, his smile warm and genuine. “Thank you for coming tonight, Ms. Y/N. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her smile reflecting her feelings. “Thank you for hosting such a lovely evening. I’m looking forward to our next adventure together.”

As Y/N made her way home, she reflected on the evening’s events with a sense of contentment.

The summer days in the small town continued to blend into one another, each one a testament to the warmth and depth of Y/N and Sangyeon’s growing connection. By now, their meetings had become a cherished part of their routine, and both looked forward to the time they spent together. Despite their slow progression, the bond between them was undeniable.

As the day for their next outing approached, Y/N found herself filled with both excitement and a touch of nervous anticipation. The promise of exploring a new town and spending more time with Sangyeon was invigorating. She took extra care in selecting her outfit for the day—a light blue sundress that flowed gracefully with her movements, paired with a simple white cardigan for a touch of elegance. The outfit was comfortable yet chic, perfect for a day of exploration and conversation.

The morning sun bathed the town in a golden glow, and Y/N arrived at the park entrance with a heart full of anticipation. She arrived a bit earlier than planned, wanting to savor the tranquility of the park before Sangyeon arrived. As she waited, she took in the sights and sounds around her—the distant laughter of children, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

At exactly 10 AM, Sangyeon pulled up in his silver car, his arrival signaled by the soft rumble of the engine. He stepped out of the car, his presence striking and reassuring. Dressed in a casual button-down shirt and jeans, he looked effortlessly stylish and at ease. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as he approached her with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice carrying a note of genuine enthusiasm. “Ready for our adventure?”

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” Y/N responded, her smile matching his. “I’m very excited. This town looks amazing.”

Sangyeon opened the car door for Y/N, a gesture that made her heart flutter with appreciation. As they drove to the town, the conversation flowed naturally, with Sangyeon sharing interesting anecdotes about the area and Y/N chiming in with her own observations and stories. Their rapport was effortless, and the journey passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

Upon reaching the town, Y/N was immediately struck by its charm. The cobblestone streets were lined with quaint shops and cozy cafes, and the air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries and blooming flowers. The town had a warm, welcoming atmosphere that made Y/N feel right at home.

Sangyeon parked the car, and they set off on foot, their exploration beginning with a visit to a renowned bakery. The bakery’s exterior was as charming as its interior, with pastel-colored awnings and flower boxes brimming with vibrant blooms. Inside, the aroma of freshly baked goods was irresistible.

“This place is famous for its cinnamon rolls,” Sangyeon said, leading Y/N to the counter. “I thought we should start with these.”

Y/N’s eyes widened with delight as she watched Sangyeon place the order. The cinnamon rolls were everything he had promised—soft, gooey, and perfectly spiced. She took a bite and closed her eyes, savoring the sweet, cinnamon flavor.

“This is incredible,” Y/N said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. “You have excellent taste.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Sangyeon replied with a smile. “I’ve been coming here for years. It’s one of my favorite spots.”

They enjoyed their pastries and iced coffees at a cozy table by the window. The conversation continued to flow effortlessly, punctuated by shared laughter and moments of comfortable silence. It was clear that their time together was as enjoyable for Sangyeon as it was for Y/N.

After finishing their pastries, they strolled through the town, taking in the various shops and boutiques. They meandered through a charming bookstore, where they found themselves engrossed in discussions about their favorite authors and literary genres. Y/N selected a few books that piqued her interest, and Sangyeon made a mental note of her preferences, eager to surprise her with a thoughtful gift in the future.

As the day progressed, they decided to take a break for lunch at a quaint café with outdoor seating. The café was adorned with colorful flowers and provided a picturesque view of the town square. They ordered sandwiches and iced teas, and once again, the conversation was lively and engaging.

“I’ve had such a wonderful time today,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been so nice to explore this town with you.”

“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon replied, his smile sincere. “It’s been great getting to know you better. I feel like we’ve really connected.”

After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely walk through a nearby park. The park was serene, with well-manicured lawns, a small pond, and shaded paths perfect for a relaxing stroll. They found a peaceful spot by the pond and took a seat on a bench, enjoying the tranquility of the setting.

As they sat together, Y/N reflected on the depth of their growing relationship. They had shared so many special moments, and the connection between them had only strengthened with time. Despite the slow pace, she felt a strong sense of contentment and excitement about the future.

Sangyeon, sensing Y/N’s contemplative mood, turned to her and asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting over the pond. “I’ve just been thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed spending time with you. It’s been really special, and I’m grateful for every moment we’ve shared.”

Sangyeon’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. The touch was gentle and reassuring, and Y/N’s heart raced at the contact. “I’ve enjoyed it too,” Sangyeon said quietly. “You’re an incredible person, and I’m really happy to have you in my life.”

Y/N looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and warmth there. “What are you thinking about, Mr. Lee?”

Sangyeon took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’ve been thinking about how we’ve been spending time together and how much I value our moments. I know we’ve been taking things slowly, but I feel like it’s the right time to ask you something important.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered with anticipation. She looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. “What is it?”

Sangyeon hesitated for a moment, then continued, “I would really like to take you out on a proper date. We’ve spent so much time together, and I feel like it’s time for us to explore what this could become. Would you be interested in going on a date with me?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement and happiness. She looked into Sangyeon’s eyes, seeing the genuine affection and sincerity there. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Mr. Lee.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a relieved and happy smile. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been looking forward to asking you for a while now, and I’m really excited about the possibility of exploring this relationship further.”

As they continued to sit by the pond, holding hands and sharing their thoughts, Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment. The slow, deliberate pace of their relationship had allowed them to build a strong foundation, and she was excited about the next chapter of their journey together.

The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. The day had been perfect, filled with memorable moments and meaningful conversations. Y/N and Sangyeon had taken their time, savoring each step of their growing relationship. As they prepared to head home, they both felt a sense of anticipation and excitement for the future.

Sangyeon walked Y/N back to her car, and they shared a heartfelt hug before saying their goodbyes. “Thank you for a wonderful day,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m really looking forward to our date.”

“Me too,” Sangyeon replied, his eyes shining with happiness. “I can’t wait to see where this leads.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the day with a sense of fulfillment and joy. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had created a strong foundation, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead. The journey was just beginning, and she was eager to see where it would take them.

The next chapter of their story was about to unfold, and Y/N was ready to embrace it with open arms. The journey had been slow, but it had been worth every moment. She looked forward to the adventures that awaited them and to the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

The day had been a perfect blend of relaxation and discovery, and as Y/N settled into her evening routine, she felt a sense of peace and contentment. She had spent quality time with Sangyeon, deepened their connection, and taken the first step toward exploring their relationship in a more meaningful way.

As she prepared for bed, Y/N thought about the upcoming date with Sangyeon. The anticipation of spending more time together and the excitement of exploring the next phase of their relationship filled her with a sense of joy and hope. She knew that the journey ahead would be filled with moments of happiness, growth, and discovery.

With a smile on her face, Y/N drifted off to sleep, eager to see where the future would lead and excited for the possibilities that awaited her and Sangyeon. The slow, steady progression of their relationship had set the stage for a beautiful beginning, and Y/N was ready to embrace whatever came next.

The next morning, Y/N woke up feeling refreshed and excited. She spent the day preparing for her date with Sangyeon, carefully choosing her outfit and getting ready with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She wanted everything to be perfect, knowing that this date would mark a new chapter in their relationship.

As the time for their date approached, Y/N found herself unable to contain her excitement. She checked her phone for the time and confirmed the details with Sangyeon. They had decided to meet at a charming little bistro in town, known for its cozy atmosphere and delicious cuisine.

When Y/N arrived at the bistro, she was greeted by the warm, inviting ambiance of the restaurant. The soft lighting and elegant decor created a romantic setting, and Y/N felt a sense of anticipation as she waited for Sangyeon to arrive.

As the clock struck the designated time, Sangyeon walked through the door, looking dashing in a well-fitted suit. His eyes met Y/N’s, and a warm smile spread across his face. He approached her, and Y/N’s heart fluttered with happiness.

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N,” Sangyeon greeted, his voice filled with warmth and affection. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” Y/N replied, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “You look very handsome yourself.”

They were led to their table, a cozy corner with a view of the city lights. As they settled in, the conversation flowed easily, just as it always did. They talked about their day, their hopes for the future, and their shared interests.

The meal was exquisite, with each course more delicious than the last. They enjoyed a variety of dishes, from appetizers to dessert, savoring every bite and appreciating the quality of the food. The atmosphere of the bistro was perfect for a romantic evening, and Y/N felt a deep sense of contentment.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Sangyeon continued to share their thoughts and feelings, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. They laughed, reminisced, and dreamed about the future, savoring the intimate moments they shared.

By the end of the evening, as they walked back to their cars, Y/N felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment. The date had been everything she had hoped for and more. She and Sangyeon had taken a significant step forward in their relationship, and she was excited about the possibilities that lay ahead.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand as they said their goodbyes, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Thank you for a wonderful evening,” he said, his eyes filled with affection. “I’m really glad we had this time together.”

“I enjoyed it so much,” Y/N replied, her voice soft and sincere. “I’m looking forward to seeing where this journey takes us.”

As Y/N drove home, she reflected on the evening with a sense of joy and satisfaction. The date had been a beautiful experience, and she felt more connected to Sangyeon than ever before. The future was full of possibilities, and she was excited to see what it held for them.

The journey they had embarked on together had been slow and steady, but it had been filled with meaningful moments and genuine connection. Y/N felt grateful for every step they had taken and was eager to continue building their relationship.

As she arrived home and prepared for bed, Y/N felt a sense of peace and happiness. She knew that the journey with Sangyeon was just beginning, and she was ready to embrace it with an open heart and a hopeful spirit.

The night was quiet, with the hum of the city slowly fading into the background as Y/N lay in bed, replaying the day in her mind. The date with Sangyeon had been everything she hadn’t known she needed. It wasn’t the grand, over-the-top romantic experience, but it was filled with the kind of simplicity and warmth that made her heart feel full.

The way he had listened to her, the way he had laughed at her jokes, the small touches that sent warmth through her – every moment had deepened the connection they had been building for so long.

But there was still a sense of anticipation she couldn’t quite shake. Despite all the wonderful moments they’d shared, there was a question lingering in her mind: what were they, exactly? Friends who went on dates? Something more? She wasn’t sure, and it was starting to weigh on her.

The evening was set for a delightful picnic at the park, and Y/N was thrilled about the special outing with Sangyeon. They had arranged a cozy spot with a blanket spread out on the grass, a picnic basket filled with homemade dishes, and a bottle of sparkling lemonade chilling in an ice bucket. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park.

Y/N was adjusting the blanket when she noticed Sangyeon approaching with Jisoo in tow. Jisoo’s face lit up with excitement as he saw the picnic setup. “Ms. Y/N, Uncle Sangyeon said we could have a picnic together! I brought some cookies I baked with Grandma.”

Sangyeon chuckled as he set down the picnic basket. “I hope Jisoo’s cookies are as good as his enthusiasm.”

Y/N smiled warmly at Jisoo. “I’m sure they are. Thank you for bringing them, Jisoo. They’ll make the picnic even better.”

Jisoo proudly handed over a container of cookies. “They’re chocolate chip. Grandma said they’re the best.”

As they settled down on the blanket, the picnic unfolded beautifully. Y/N and Sangyeon enjoyed their meal, exchanging stories and laughing together, while Jisoo eagerly talked about his latest adventures. The atmosphere was filled with joy and the sweet sounds of a pleasant evening in the park.

At one point, as they were finishing their meal and chatting about various topics, Jisoo suddenly became quite serious. He glanced at Y/N and then at Sangyeon, his little brow furrowed in concentration.

Y/N, curious, asked, “What’s on your mind, Jisoo?”

Jisoo took a deep breath and said, “Ms. Y/N, can I tell you a secret?”

Y/N leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “Of course, Jisoo. What’s the secret?”

Without lowering his voice or trying to be discreet, Jisoo announced loudly, “My uncle thinks you’re pretty!”

The words hung in the air, and Y/N’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. She looked over at Sangyeon, who was trying to hide his embarrassment behind a sheepish grin.

Sangyeon cleared his throat and took Y/N’s hand. “Well, I guess Jisoo beat me to it. I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel, but he made it clear for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at Sangyeon with a soft smile, her eyes reflecting the warmth she felt. “Thank you, Jisoo. That’s very sweet of you. And thank you, Sangyeon, for sharing your feelings.”

Jisoo, pleased with the reaction, beamed up at them. “I’m glad you know now. I think you’re really nice, Ms. Y/N.”

Sangyeon gave Y/N’s hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with affection. “I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you how much I care about you. Jisoo’s honesty just sped up the process.”

Y/N laughed softly, feeling a warm glow inside. “I’m glad he did.

Jisoo, sensing the special moment, beamed up at them. “Are you two going to be boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

Sangyeon chuckled, ruffling Jisoo’s hair. “I think that’s up to Ms. Y/N.”

Y/N laughed softly, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I’d like that very much, Jisoo. Sangyeon, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Sangyeon’s face lit up with a genuine smile. “That makes me very happy. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

The three of them spent the remainder of the evening enjoying each other’s company. Jisoo’s innocent excitement about the new dynamic between Y/N and Sangyeon only added to the joy of the night. They played a few games, told stories, and watched the twilight deepen into night.

As the stars began to appear, Y/N and Sangyeon took a quiet moment alone while Jisoo was busy with a flashlight, pretending to search for “hidden treasures” in the park.

Sangyeon took Y/N’s hand, his voice tender. “Tonight has been everything I hoped it would be. I’m so grateful for this moment and for you.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart full. “Me too. I’m excited for what the future holds for us.”

They shared a tender kiss under the starry sky, feeling the warmth of their connection deepening. As they packed up the picnic supplies and said their goodbyes to Jisoo, Y/N felt a sense of contentment and anticipation for the future.

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