#i actually started with the au a while ago

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

SWNP

Sevika x Female Reader (Smut)

Title means sex with no plot :)

Cw: Sevika has both arms. Slightly modern AU/Zaun. Age gap that isn’t illegal, not really mentioned a lot. Sex; fingering, nipple play. Not a lot of dialogue (SO SO SORRY).

Proofread || Note: Hi, so… IM BACK? I’ve been so busy with school, it’s actually insane. The amount of work I get HAS to be illegal— and that’s probably why I took a break. I’ve been super duper stressed and had literally no motivation to do anything but binge watch Netflix. Let’s hope writers block doesn’t come back for round 401.

You were dying.

Sat in her lap and “watching” TV. Sevika had gotten home a few hours ago and had decided she wanted you close for the rest of the night. Not an inch apart, she meant your ass inbetween her spread legs. And that’s what she got.

The first few minutes were normal, eyes fixated on the screen infront of the two of you before things began to escalate.

She planted her dark lips against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as her hand crept up your shirt. The warmth of her palm pressed against your stomach, just inching closer to the edge of your bra, felt like heaven. The room felt hot, as if you’d melt in her arms if she kept it up. Of course, Sevika always finished what she started, and this was no different. Heavy breaths hit your skin before an open mouthed kiss was placed there, with just her saliva was left behind, before she continued elsewhere.

One thing Sevika was oblivious to was how every touch brought a slow throb to form in your cunt, only being tamed by the tight close of your legs. But, now, knowing you were guaranteed pleasure, all you could do was squirm and wait until her fingers would finally entered you. Which, you hoped would be soon.

“Look a’me,” she ordered. Her voice low, almost a gruff as she turned your head to the side. With her lips crashing against yours, you gave her entry to your mouth. And, your girlfriend didn’t hold back, she practically dove right in. Her free hand even slithered down to the hem of your shorts, just playing with the band of your panties there. Teasing and gently scratching, leaving you to squirm. You close your eyes, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. With her tongue exploring your mouth, running over your lips, Sevika’s hand slid down. Without hesitation, her middle pressed against your clit— just waiting to hear that moan of yours.

And without a doubt, she did. That barely audible noise that escape your lips. It took all her willpower not to forget about taking her time and make her girlfriend all happy.

But, Sevika wouldn’t give in. So, for a reward, she peppered your shoulder with lovingly heavy kisses, her lips would linger for a second too long before she’d pull away. As for you, all you felt was the ache inbetween your legs. Your pussy was practically yelling for friction, more contact, more attention. But waiting was what you had to do, be patient and let the woman do what she knew best; you.

With slow, circular motions, she gave you a taste of pleasure. Just riding on the tip of your clit with barely any pressure, but enough to drive you crazy from impatience. Sevika knew what she was doing, but could only keep it up for so long. Why? Because she liked loved hearing how good you felt, how it was her who made you feel so. Nothing could beat that feeling, the bubbling up of pride in her chest whenever you moaned for mercy, it was addictive.

You almost felt your eyes roll back as soon she slid her finger in and curled inside. Your walls closed against her before she hit the spot, the spot that would leave you satisfied for hours. It was slow at first, just pressure against your wall, but she quickly picked up her pace. A muffled moan left your lips, a few even, but Sevika didn’t pull away. She’d been kissing you for a good while now, practically eating you.

The press of her chest against your back, her heavy breathing on your face, and the warmth of her arms had you feeling a sense of overwhelming need. Her pace was fastening and the feeling was indescribable. The rub of the tip of her finger, the sensation each nerve shot throughout your body, and the feeling of dependence was all mixed up in a jumble, hard to pick apart. So, you didn’t. You let those feelings mix, swirl up until all you seemed to feel was that familiar knot form. Which, in turn, made you feel a kind of love, lust. The kind that left you hoping Sevika would never stop, keep going until you were dead.

Pulling away from the long, jaw breaking kiss, a needy groan left the woman. Her eyes were now lidded, almost closed, her brows furrowing with focus, with her lips parted. God, she looked pretty. So much so that you couldnt stop yourself from reaching up, feeling her bottom lip as she leaned into the touch. Your own eyes fluttered as you tried to keep them open; the look on her face was one you would crave for days after this. It was the look that made you forget everything— except the fingering skills she possessed. Hell, your toes were beginning to curl from your orgasm beginning to pool up. It was only a matter of time before you’d explode, let your body go into such a state of bliss that you’d be too spoiled to want to come back.

“Keep forgetting how lucky I am,” she whispered, breaking the trance you were in.

She breathed you in like it was the last time she’d do so, burrying her nose into your nape before pressing open mouthed kisses there. You tried your hardest to stay composed, as you always did, but it never seemed to work out. The way she felt in you, the way she curled inside and gave you the pleasure you so desperately needed. You loved it all. But, somehow she made that feeling increasing a dozen times more. By adding another finger she could feel you better now. Move and rub with more precision and ease. Not to mention make you cum a lot faster— that was one of her goals, seeing how fast she could get you to break.

You wouldn’t last long, she knew that. So, with her freehand now on your breast, she slowly slid your bra down; careful not to make you uncomfortable— even the slightest bit. Under the thin fabric of your shirt, Sevika’s fingers gave your, already hardened, nipples a pinch. A pull. Even a twist. She was going all out, “not vocal today, doll.” She murmured.

She was right.

You weren’t, not as much as you would be. But that was only because of the complaints; you’d been getting them for a while now. “Neighbors,” with your voice strained, you moaned out. Which, the woman snorted at. “Understandable, but I don’t really care.” The sensation from your nipples shot straight down to your core, where it would only fuel the fire. Like straying gasoline on a lit match and waiting for the heat to spread.

“C’mon now, say you like it. Like just how good I finger you.” Sevika’s voice was smooth, her tone not so much, but she sounded smug. Like she already knew how much of a ‘pro’ she was. “t’s good, Vika. Really—“ You bit down onto your bottom lip, holding back a moan as she played with your bud. “—Good.. so good..”

Your girlfriend was satisfied, for now. Her fingers curled faster, rubbing with more pressure. Each stroke felt tantalizingly good and you swore your head went numb for a second too long. Hell, if that wasn’t enough, your orgasm was pooling faster than ever. Just on the brink of surfacing; which had you clutching the couch fabric. Nails digging in as you, finally, moaned freely.

“I,” your voice said it all. Shaky and rough. “Cumming— I’m cumming!”

Sevika shifted. With her fingers still inside, she moved her freehand lower. Palm pressed against your lower abdomen, she pushed down. The new sensation sent a shiver straight through you, even causing your head to fall back. That, definitely, was your last straw, because you weren’t trying to hold it together anymore.

Just like that, you were riding your high. The orgasm hit harder than you had expected it to— but, god, was it good. Your body writhed in your woman’s arms, your woman who was staring at you like you were some goddess. Admiring you quietly, taking you in. Each glance send her into a different kind of high, the kind that made her feel like the only woman on the planet. Like she’d been sent straight to heaven; which, in her opinion, she had been.

Afterwards, she let a huff of a laugh leave her lips as she slowly pulled out, feeling the wetness around your hole. You were soaked, so much so that your panties stuck to your pussy. Sevika smiled at that, knowing it was all because of her. And, now, all she had to do was kiss you sane again.

That’s what she did, smothered you with kisses on your shoulder, neck, jaw, anywhere she could reach.

“Y’did great, doll.” She whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you closer to her front. Your warmth spreading through her chest, which she cherished.

You, on the other hand, were huffing for air. Your eyes lidded, your body tired in the best way possible, and your skin damp with sweat. With your head dropped back against Sevika’s shoulder, you lean into her embrace. As you always did.

Now, all you needed was a hot shower. One that would wash away all the sweat— but, you didn’t want to wash away her touch just yet.

[lia-linny]

summary: Chan and his friends make a bet that Chan has to break through the hard shell of the dismissive skater

words: 3.2k

genre: fluff, highschool au,

In the far corner of the vast Cafeteria, Chan sat at his usual table, surrounded by the familiar symphony of youthful chaos, laughter, chatter, the clatter of trays, and the occasional outburst from an overly enthusiastic conversation. Yet, despite the lively atmosphere, his appetite waned, his focus drifting from the meal before him.

Then, his gaze landed on Yn. She sat apart from the others, her posture languid, one leg tucked beneath her while the other draped over the seat beside her. A notebook lay open before her, and though her pen moved lazily across the page, Chan doubted she was writing anything of significance. A half-empty energy drink rested at her side, and through the thick veil of her headphones, he could faintly hear the aggressive pulse of music, a fitting accompaniment to the impenetrable aura she exuded.

"Tell me, does she even talk to anyone?" Jeongin mused, as he noticed his gaze, leaning back in his chair, arms folded. Felix shrugged.

"Not really. Most people gave up trying a long time ago. Yn isn’t exactly… the sociable type." Jisung smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"That sounds like a challenge. Imagine if one of us actually managed to crack her." The table erupted in laughter except for Chan, whose gaze lingered on Yn.

"You mean one of us should date her?" he asked, his voice light, though curiosity laced his words.

"Not even that," Jisung replied, waving a hand dismissively.

"Just get her to open up. Make her let you in. And then? Boom. You win." He punctuated his words with a dramatic flourish, raising his brows as if daring them to take the bait.

"But let’s be real, I bet no one here could do it." Changbin scoffed. "She doesn’t talk to, let alone trust anyone." Chan leaned back, considering. He had won many bets before, sports, academics, even ridiculous dares like seeing who could push a teacher’s patience the furthest. It had always been easy. Predictable. But this? This was different.

"And what does the winner get?" he asked at last. Jeongin’s grin widened. "The respect of all of us. And free meals for a week. We’ll cover it." Jisung laughed.

"Let’s be honest, bro. You’d lose anyway." Chan arched a brow.

"Oh? And why’s that?"

"Because Yn wouldn’t fall for your usual charm tactics," Seungmin chimed in, smirking. "She’s not a fan of guys like us." That was it. The moment there was no turning back. Chan thrived on competition, on proving people wrong. There was something in him some unrelenting need to win, to rise to any challenge thrown his way, to profe himself.

"You’ll see," he said, leaning forward with a confident grin. "Give me six weeks." The boys erupted into cheers, clinking their drinks together in mock celebration. But as Chan brought his cup to his lips, his eyes once again sought out Yn. She remained in the corner, untouched by the world around her, lost in whatever thoughts occupied her mind. And deep within him, something stirred a quiet warning. This bet wasn’t right, chan new it but wanted to do it anyways.

This wasn’t going to be a simple game. And it had nothing to do with how distant she seemed.

"That’s just childish," Seungmin sighed, burying his face in his hands.

"When are you finally going to grow up?"

"Ever since you started dating that nerdy girl, you think you’re the wisest among us," Jeongin teased, nudging him playfully with an elbow. "Hate to break it to you, but it doesn’t make you any smarter, dummie."

Seungmin rolled his eyes. "Well, at least I don’t need tutoring."

"Hey, tutoring isn’t that bad. Nothing to be ashamed of," Jeongin shot back defensively.

"That’s because you are absolutly in love with your tutor, Inie," Changbin laughed, shaking his head.

~☆~

Chan was a strategist. He never entered a challenge unprepared. And so, before making a move, he studied Yn. Not in an unsettling, creepy way, but with the precision of someone determined to understand. He observed the details, the little patterns that made up her world.

It didn’t take long for him to map out her routine: She rarely spoke in class, but when she did, it was laced with sharp sarcasm. During breaks, she was never without her headphones music always loud, always aggressive. She didn’t belong to a fixed group, though sometimes she could be spotted with a few other skaters. Conversations? Minimal. Whether with teachers or classmates, she kept to herself. After school, she vanished with her skateboard, heading straight for the skate park.

Chan quickly realized that his usual tactics charming smiles, effortless small talk, well-placed compliments wouldn’t work here. Yn wasn’t like the others. She was guarded, sharp-edged, immune to the easy charisma that had always worked in his favor. If he wanted to win this challenge, he needed a different approach.

So Chan appeared at the skate park, leaning casually against the fence as though he were simply passing by, watching the skaters with an air of mild interest. Yn was in the midst of a trick session spinning, jumping, landing with seamless precision. He had to admit, she was good. No, more than good. She moved with the kind of skill that could only come from deep passion.

Grinning, he called out, "Nice move." Yn skidded to a stop, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she turned toward him, one brow arched in clear suspicion. She was undoubtedly wondering what he was doing here someone more commonly seen on the football field, in the music room, or surrounded by his (as she so fondly called them) macho friends. The skate park was not his territory. And she knew it.

"Thanks," she said flatly, then added, "Now fuck off." Chan blinked. Well. That was direct.

"Wow," he mused, crossing his arms. "Is that how you greet new people here?" Yn gave him a once-over before slowly pulling out one earbud.

"New people? No. Just people who are clearly after something." Clever. Perceptive. He liked that.

"I'm not trying to suck up," he countered, his grin unfazed. "I'm admiring." She rolled her eyes.

"Watch it, admirer. I'm not in the mood for company." And with that, she shoved her headphones back in, kicked off on her board, and disappeared into the park. Chan stood there for a moment, watching her go before letting out a quiet laugh. This is going to be harder than he thought. But giving up? That wasn’t in his nature. If anything, the challenge only intrigued him more.

The Long Game His first attempt had been an undeniable failure. But instead of retreating, Chan adjusted his strategy. No more direct approaches. No obvious staring. No ‘admiration.’ Instead, he simply made himself present. At the skate park. In the cafeteria. Leaning against the lockers outside her classroom. Always there, but never in a way that seemed intentional. Never enough to be intrusive just visible. And yet, despite all this, it took an entire week before Yn acknowledged him again.

~☆~

The first real interaction was late in the afternoon, the skate park nearly deserted, bathed in the fading golden light of the sun. Yn was practicing a new trick, but it wasn’t going well. Again and again, she landed wrong too far forward, off balance, too much force. Each failed attempt was met with a quiet curse, her frustration tightening like a coil inside her.

From a bench nearby, Chan watched. He pretended to be occupied with his phone, but his attention was on her, on the way she refused to give up, on the determination in her every movement. He admired that. After the tenth failed attempt, she let out a sharp, irritated noise and kicked her board against the ramp before dropping onto the ground, shoulders slumped in exhaustion and annoyance.

Before he could think twice, Chan was on his feet, walking toward her.

"Statistically speaking, your failure rate is at about 90%," he remarked, his voice light with amusement. "Thinking of giving up?" Yn turned her head toward him, her eyes narrowing. It was clear from her expression that she still didn’t know what to make of him. Or maybe she simply didn’t like him.

"What are you doing here again?" she asked, suspicion lacing her words.

Unbothered, Chan dropped onto the ground beside her. "Watching. Learning from the best." She grimaced.

"If you want to learn anything about skating, find an actual pro. I’m a disaster right now." The last sentence came out quieter, muttered under her breath, filled with something more than just frustration. Chan leaned back on his hands, tilting his head toward the sky as if contemplating something important.

"Maybe you’re pushing yourself too hard," he mused. "Sometimes you have to let go to make it work." Yn shot him a skeptical look.

"And what do you know about skating?"

"Nothing," he admitted with an easy grin. "but I do know a thing or two about pressure. And sometimes, what helps is a distraction."

She raised an eyebrow, her tone drenched in sarcasm. "Oh, and let me guess you’re here to help me distract myself?"

Chan shrugged. "I could tell you a terrible joke. Or we could bet on whether you land your next attempt." Yn sighed, shaking her head, but something in her expression shifted. Amusement, maybe. Interest.

"And if I make it?"

Chan’s grin widened. "Then I’ll buy you a Coke. And if you don’t make it… I’ll still buy you a Coke. Because I’m nice."

A small, reluctant laugh escaped her, and she shook her head again. "You’re ridiculously persistent, you know that?"

He leaned in slightly. "You should probably get used to it." And that was the moment something changed. It was subtle just a crack in the walls she had built so carefully around herself but Chan noticed it.

Yn exhaled, got to her feet, picked up her board. With one last glance in his direction, she pushed off. And this time, this time she landed the trick perfectly.

Something shifted after that moment at the skate park. Yn was still wary, still suspicious of his presence, but she allowed it now. She didn’t know why he was suddenly everywhere, why he kept turning up at the skate park, in the cafeteria, outside her classrooms but she was getting used to it. And that, more than anything, annoyed her.

The so-called "coincidences" increased. He brought her an iced coffee because he had "accidentally" discovered her favorite summer drink. He started doing his homework at the skate park because it was "more relaxing" there. When she ignored him, he didn’t push he just stayed. Silent, but present.

Yn hated how easy it was to fall into the rhythm of his presence. She wanted him to disappear, to stop showing up, to leave her to her quiet, detached existence.

And yet, at the same time, she fought the irrational urge to talk to him first. To sit next to him. To look for him. She didn’t know which possibility scared her more that he would eventually give up. Or that he wouldn’t.

~☆~

An Evening at the Skate Park it was empty, bathed in the dim glow of the streetlights. Yn had come here to practice in peace, to lose herself in the rhythm of wheels against concrete, but fate or rather, he had other plans. She sighed as she spotted Chan making his way toward her, hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, a familiar grin on his face.

"Are you stalking me?" she asked dryly.

He only grinned wider. "Pure coincidence."

"Sure." Instead of leaving, he made himself comfortable, sitting on the edge of the ramp as if he belonged there.

"So, what’s on the agenda today? Kickflip? 360?"

She eyed him, a challenge sparking in her gaze. "How about you get on the board? Or are you too scared?"

Chan chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "I have no interest in breaking my bones, thanks." The laugh deepened, and for the first time, yn noticed the dimples in his cheeks. It was distracting. Too distracting. She forced herself to look away, shaking off the thought.

"Coward." And before she could second-guess herself, she grabbed his wrist, yanking him up and shoving her board into his hands. "Come on, Mr. Perfect. Let’s see what you’ve got."

Chan stared at the board as if it were a death sentence. "This is not going to end well."

"Then you and my first trick attempt have something in common." She smirked as he reluctantly stepped onto the board, his movements stiff, awkward. He wobbled, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to keep his balance. And then, just as expected he toppled over, landing flat on the ground.

Yn let out a snort. "Oh my god. That was pathetic."

Chan raised an eyebrow, rubbing his elbow with a wince. "I’m a man of many talents. Skating just isn’t one of them." Still laughing, she sat down next to him. For a moment, the world felt lighter, easier. She didn’t even mind his company. Maybe even liked it. And then she felt something.

Her laughter faded when she caught the way he was looking at her not with amusement, not with his usual teasing grin, but with something else. Something softer. It made her pulse stutter.

Her voice was quieter when she asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Chan didn’t look away. He simply shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Maybe I just find you interesting."

Yn swallowed. She wasn’t sure what unnerved her more the way his words sent a flicker of warmth through her, or the realization that this… this was dangerous. She was standing on thin ice. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to step away or let herself fall. But her walls were torn down by chan step by step.

~☆~

Something Had Changed The teasing remained. The playful banter, the lighthearted jabs, the sarcastic remarks they were all still there. But now, there were glances. Quiet moments stretched between them, filled with something unspoken. They stood closer than necessary, their hands sometimes brushing, their laughter lingering longer than before.

Chan didn’t know when exactly it happened when the bet stopped being a game and started feeling like something else entirely. But as the days passed, a dull weight settled in his chest, a guilt that grew heavier with every smile she gave him. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have made a bet knowing that if he won, it would break her trust? That it would shatter her in ways she might never recover from?

But stopping wasn’t an option. Because at some point, Chan had stopped playing to win he just wanted her. So he searched for reasons to be near her. Excuses to see her.

He paid attention to things he never would have noticed before. He listened to her favorite bands, learned the songs that played in her headphones. He memorized the small details the way she loved the rain but hated thunderstorms, the way she bit her lip when she was deep in thought.

He knew that skating wasn’t just a hobby for her it was where she thought, where she made sense of the world. And he knew she didn’t let people in, not easily. Because letting someone in meant trusting them. And trusting them meant they had the power to leave. To betray her.

She had spent so long keeping people at a distance. Pushing them away before they had the chance to hurt her. But with Chan… it was different. And she hated that it was different. Because he wasn’t like the others at school the ones who judged her for her grades, her attitude, the way she never quite fit into the mold they wanted her to.

Chan was just there. He never asked for anything. Never demanded explanations or forced her to be anything other than herself. And slowly, against her better judgment, she let him in.

And considering all this made chan feel even more guilty.

~☆~

A Line He Couldn’t Cross The city stretched out before them, a sea of flickering lights against the darkness. It was quiet up here, away from the noise of the streets, the expectations of school, the weight of everything else.

Yn leaned back against the wall, her skateboard resting beside her, fingers idly tracing the edges of the grip tape. Chan sat next to her, arms draped over his knees, eyes fixed on the distant headlights weaving through the roads below.

And then out of nowhere she spoke. "So, what's your deal?"

Chan turned his head slightly, brows furrowing. "My deal?"

Yn exhaled, rolling her eyes as if it were obvious. "You're the perfect popular student. Everyone loves you and your weird friends. So why are you spending your time with me?"

His heart skipped. This was it. The moment he should come clean. He could still hear Jisung’s voice in his head, the laughter of his friends as they toasted to his ridiculous bet. Six weeks. The time limit was still ticking, and yet, here he was, completely lost in her. But instead of the ugly truth, Chan gave her the only other truth that mattered. He let out a quiet chuckle, but when he spoke again, his voice was softer, more serious.

"Maybe I like the way you see things." Yn studied him carefully, eyes searching for something probably the lie she assumed was hiding beneath his words. But she didn’t push. Instead, she turned her gaze back to the skyline, as if the answer didn’t matter.

A few beats of silence passed before he spoke again. "And you?" he asked, tilting his head. "Why are you letting me stay?"

She glanced at him, just for a second, then shrugged. "Maybe I just find you interesting." Her voice was casual, but there was something hesitant underneath. "It’s a nice change to chill with you. Better than always being alone."

Chan grinned, but the tightness in his chest only grew. Because it hit him then this was the exact same thing he had said to his friends at the start. That he found her "interesting" as if she was a thing he could study. That she was a challenge. He felt sick because now, he hated himself for ever having thought that way. For ever agreeing to something that would end with her getting hurt. But the truth? The whole truth? He wasn't ready to tell her that because he knew, if he told her she would leave and he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

~☆~

The thing between YN and Chan had long since become more than just a casual friendship based on a bet. They spent nearly every free moment together at night on rooftops, during skate sessions, in hidden corners of the city.

But while YN was finally beginning to trust someone, Chan was becoming increasingly aware that his feelings had never been part of the plan. They were growing stronger, more real. Yet the truth lingered in the background, and secrets never stayed hidden for long.

One afternoon after school, Chan was sitting with his friends when Jeongin suddenly grinned. "So, how’s it going with the skater rebel? Have you already won the bet, or is it still in progress?"

Chan froze. He wanted to protest, to say something anything but then he saw her. YN stood just a few feet away, her skateboard wheels still against the asphalt. She had heard everything. Her expression? A mix of disappointment and anger.

"What bet?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm. Chan opened his mouth, but no words came out. YN let out a dry laugh, shook her head, and turned away. "You know what? Just forget it."

"Wait, YN!" Chan jumped up, reaching for her wrist, but she pulled away.

"Just leave me alone, Chan." And then she walked away. This time, he didn’t know if she would come back. His friends? They laughed. Thought nothing of it.

His friends faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding in his chest. his mind scrambling for a way to fix what had just happened but there was none. The damage was already done.

"It was just a game, bro." But for Chan? It had never been just a game. Not anymore. Felix looked at him with concern the only one who wasn’t laughing.

"Hyung...?" Cautiously, the younger boy placed a hand on Chan’s shoulder. But Chan jumped to his feet and ran. Away from his friends. Away from himself. Away from the cruel things he had done not because anyone had forced him to, but simply because he had found them amusing.

He lost his appetite. He couldn’t focus in class. The places they used to go the skatepark, the rooftop felt wrong without her. It was like one of those teenage movies, the kind where the two main characters break up and are left reeling from heartbreak while melancholic music plays in the background.

The Truth, Too Late Yn was already turning. Her walls bult up higher than ever before. The music he used to listen to in the evenings sounded empty now. Every song reminded him of her her voice, her laughter, the way she had slowly started to trust him. And trust was something that, once broken, couldn’t be easily repaired. But the worst part? He had fallen in love with her. And he had lost her because of his own stupidity.

~☆~

Chan knew that an apology wouldn’t be enough. Words meant nothing if they weren’t backed by actions. She had had enough of empty promises. But Chan refused to give up. He tried everything to reach YN messages, calls, even waiting outside her house. But she ignored him, refusing to see him, let alone speak to him. And Chan couldn’t even blame her. Still, he had to talk to her. He had to prove how much she meant to him.

So, he did the only thing left: he showed her. He showed up at the skatepark, despite hating skating. Tried to stand on a board and fell. Again. And again. And again. People laughed. His knees and hands bled. But he didn’t give up. And then, he entered the next skate contest. The one YN had been planning to compete in. Without hesitation, he signed up.

Of course, YN was there. When she heard his name announced, when she saw him step onto the course, she wanted to ignore him. But when she looked into his terrified eyes, when she watched him climb onto a skateboard with trembling legs, she couldn’t help but stop and stare. He was doing this for her. And she knew it.

He pushed off and failed. Spectacularly. One fall after another. But every time, he got back up. And then, in the middle of the crowd, he saw her. She was smiling just a little. But it was enough. Enough to give him the courage to keep going.

After his final attempt, he went straight to her. No words. Just him, breathless, his hands scraped and raw.

"I didn’t do it because of the bet," he said. "Not in the end. I wanted to get to know you. And then I didn’t want to lose you."

"Show me you mean it." And with that one sentence, Chan knew: he had a second chance. But this time, he had to earn it.

Chan had learned that love wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a competition to be won. And it was certainly never a bet. But he also knew one thing: he couldn’t give up. Not when it came to YN. He couldn’t just love her he had to truely stay.

Silence. Chan turned to YN. She looked at him as if she was seeing something new in him. Something real. Slowly, she stepped closer.

"You were not bad out there, Mr. Perfect," she whispered as they inched toward each other.

He grinned. "So… do I get my second chance now?" YN didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer and kissed him. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t hesitant. It was real. Full of unspoken words, of mistakes they were leaving behind, of possibilities still ahead. When she pulled away, she met his gaze, a challenge in her eyes.

"You’re not completely off the hook. But… that was a good start." Chan let out a quiet laugh, his heart pounding.

"Then let me prove that I’m always going to stay." And this time, YN knew he meant it.

[neomujinjja]

사랑을 공부해 oh-oh Meet KOZ' campus couples

Pairing: bnd legal line x reader

Genre: fluff, college au!, established relationship in sungho, riwoo, and leehans – stranger 2 lovers in taesan's - friends in love in myung jae's

Warning: mention of marriage in sungho's, people being weird in everyone's but myungjae's

Jaehyun

you guys aren't dating

but the feelings are there

and it's mutal too

yall are just cowards! (lovingly)

but everybody believes that you & jae are dating

and you guys arent exactly fighting the rumors

the two of you are very affecionate friends

often holding hands in public

jaehyun is always exicted to see you

it does not matter if yall saw each other 5 minutes ago

he's calling out your name

picking you up in a big hug

i see why people think you're dating..

plus if someone dares to ask

then you guys just turn into blushing messes

fighting back a grin at the thought

or giggling before asking if people really think that

so you don't even answer the question tbh

pls im begging yall to confess!

put everyone around you out of their misery!!

Sungho

you guys are dating

everybody who attends KOZ knows the two of you

and with that: they all know you're a couple

tbh you guys are very well-loved by the campus

lowkey there's a fanclub for you guys

actually it's more of an y/nsungho defense club

keeping "home-wreckers" away from y'all

letting them know you're in a relationship

which would be inevitably be mentioned anyways

because y'all are in love

without being obnoxious about it though

and you guys love to talk about one another to new people

y'all are a very friendly couple

plus both of you are involved with the campus

sungho peforms at multiple school events

and you're apart of the college committee

yall are the couple that people envy

there's high expectations of you two getting married

Riwoo

tbh y'all are confused

yes, you're dating

but because you guys are introverts

you don't talk to anyone outside of your friend group

it all started from the school page / social media

or if you watch queer love dramas

kind of like the cute boy pages in them

someone kept catching y'all in the background of photos

people started to notice

and they went insane over the two of you

sure the camera never captured your faces

but that wasn't the point to the people

it was how y'all were always matching!

sometimes it would be matching outfits

and if not then y'all's matching keychains/items

no one knows your faces though

which means no one really recognizes you guys on the campus

so there's a semi-sense of privacy

Taesan

let me start this off by saying

yall are not dating!

and more importantly

you guys dont even know each other

i'd go as far as to say that neither of you know the other's names

so in reality: its more of an popular campus ship rather campus couple

your friends' #1 theory is that its because you're both somewhat emo

being an cc(?) is how yall meet

expect it quickly turns to private meetings

because people get weird about the two of you being in public together

getting to know him

you think taesan is kind of charming

he wins you over in this secret meet-ups

and vice versa

maybe this little ship isn't as bad as you orginially thought

heck you got an boyfriend out of it

peers go insane at the "official annoucement"

which is just some photo or story of the two of you from some friend's social

because we all know that yall have private accounts

Leehan

im not sure how yall became an campus couple

while you guys do know each other

you dont go to the same school ㅠㅠ

plus no one (outside of your frined group) is even sure if you're actually dating each other

i fully believe neither of you post on social media

and your friends are just as goofy

because they wont confirm or deny

it makes it so hard to fact check

so let me clarify first

you guys grew up as childhood friends

but recently started dating

and you guys are so cute~

you know those long distance bracelets

best believe y'all have those

the vibrations from leehan pressing it lowkey makes your wrist twitch

hopefully for you, you don't have it placed on your dominant hand

you have an set time to video call every night

it's well known thing by kind of everyone

so much so they schedule events around it

plus despite not attending the same school

yall often meet up with each other (best as you can)

with some of sort of gift in hand

and long weekends spent in each others dorm

no studying is getting done when y'all are together

as devastating as it is

you guys can not see each other during exam weeks

[cobaltfluff]

happy crossover christmas to me !!! left: crossover / right: AU :3c

[keferon]

Hi! Probably a question that's been asked before, so I'm sorry in advance: what comics would you personally recommend to someone terrified of mischaracterizing Prowl?

Terrified? Ahmm. Certainly not IDW 2005 haha. He has like five different personalities there and writers are switching between them with no explanation

So you'd be doomed to misharecterise him because canon already does that

Sadly I don't know much about other tf comics outside of IDW 2005. If you're terrified of writing him wrong the best thing I can really recommend is looking at cartoon versions of him. They tend to be much more consistent.

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[rendoa-blog]

Ghosts of the past!

Pssst, you can ignore this, but I wanna share it with you guys because I think you might enjoy it @ancha-aus @spotaus

Also, @mortallydarkbird , get your ass in here. You're reading this whether you like it or not.

"Nightmare, King of Negativity, Rulers of Emotion (mind the plural), is a prominent figure in the multiverse. He and his group are not... feared? They are respected and work under... a merciful deity. Huh. That seems... wrong, somehow. Ink truly does not understand why it feels that way. With the information he has been provided with, nothing about this looks off. So... what is making it feel like this???"

OR

I, Myeba, share the great ideas of my mind! So! Because I don't know how to word this properly other than BadSans(+Dream)-centric! Let's just go and list some facts about this!

So, what's wrong here?

Dream! Dream is what's wrong here!

This Nightmare is haunted by the undead spirit of his petrified twin!

Dream never got out of stone, his petrified body, overgrown with moss and greenery in some spots, stays in Nightmares private garden with their dead mother. (The castle is built atop the apple hill in Dreamtale, the destroyed, deserted village of their youth rebuilt and repopulated under their rule.)

Nightmares garden isn't the only area of the castle blocked off to everyone else. Every single room with a window that has a view into it is also forbidden, together with their connecting corridors. Dream stays there during the day.

Dream is, and will stay, a child. He lacks a physical form he can use due to being petrified, and because of it, Nightmare is forced to be a voice for both of them. That is also the reason for the title of Rulers of Emotion being plural, even if there is no one, but these two, who knows why it's like that. Dream is still the one who decides on things regarding positivity as he stays by Nightmare during any meeting that could require his presence.

When Nightmare goes to sleep, his spirit leaves his body while it rests. This spirit is also 6 years old and lacks half his skull. Nightmare did grow up naturally, though, even if he still looks like a child as a spirit due to unfortunate circumstances (cough basically death). Nightmare and Dream walk around the castle and cause slight shenanigans during this. They're mostly Dreams fault.

Dust can see ghosts and spirits occasionally, but they have not figured out how it happens. He has seen Dream and Nightmare running around the castle during his first few weeks when Nightmare didn't know about that. Dust is aware that something there is haunted and he thinks it's the castle itself, since he's never seen the spirits outside. He stopped seeing Nightmare entirely (because Nightmare is avoiding him), but still catches glints of Dream every once in a while when Nightmare isn't with him.

Killer and Horror know about the children as well because Dust has told them about them. They also know that Nightmare knows something, but they have been unsuccessful in getting the answers.

Cross is also there, but he's been in the group for far shorter so he doesn't know about Dream yet.

...They call the kids Yellow and Purple because they have no other way of addressing them. Dust has tried to communicate multiple times but Dream runs away every time due to being noticed.

Dream wants to befriend the group and spend time with them, especially when Dust shows up and actually sees him. Nightmare doesn't trust them enough for that.

The group has something akin to familial bonds, but Nightmare strictly excludes himself from it. He tries to be cold and distant. They know its a mask though. ...not Cross though. Cross doesn't and fully believes it because of past experiences.

Ink and Error are just 2 toddlers fighting over who gets to play with the pretty glittery pony, except the pony is attention and it usually ends with casualties. That is literally all I have about them.

Swap never left home! He's happily in his AU and while yeees he does know who Ink is and what the AUs are because the squid crash landed in his timeline one time (...or multiple times...many, many times.) he is not involved in anything concerning the multiverse.

Nightmare just collects unfortunate souls that remind him a bit too much of himself, victims of circumstance that didn't get a different choice if they wanted to survive.

The castle itself has many floral and nature inspired patterns in the stone. It is also heavily covered by plants anywhere that isn't accessible to those who don't live there, with some exceptions where it would make the room useless. Many corridors have vine ceilings or plants on the wall, but the kitchen, for example, only has a few controlled herbs in specific spots on and in the walls. The flora also doesn't even try to reach into private areas such as their bedrooms unless specifically encouraged to do so. (ex. Nightmares room) The group mostly doesn't want the plants there, though.

The entire group was pretty surprised when they moved in, because this was not what they expected, especially Cross who was very used to the formal and perfect visual that the part of the castle accessible to guests showed.

[sunflowersunite]

Hange's birthday!! 🎉

For this year's birthday, I shall gift the Commander, the myth, the legend this sketch

it's art (fanart? does it count as official art if I'm a co-author?) of the vampire AU, specifically of Chapter 8 of Where My Monsters Like to Hide that I'm cowriting with @quillsandblades based on @addiej01's art

(nooo Levi's not blushing what are you talking about)

(5/9/2024)

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 15: Childhood Trauma

Moment of Clarity

1649 Words; Runaways AU, pre-canon

TW for mentions of death

AO3 ver

Cole was sketching again.

He did it every so often, though he’d never let Lloyd see his sketchbook, despite Lloyd’s best puppy dog eyes. But that was fine—Lloyd knew where Cole put the sketchbook in his bag, and had already gone through it once. It was more about the principle of the thing, really—if Cole willingly let Lloyd look, then he probably wasn’t about to abandon Lloyd.

But Cole had refused to show off the sketchbook tonight, so Lloyd had subsided into watching the firewood slowly burn to ash. His sleeping bag was still rolled up behind him; Cole was sitting cross-legged on his. It was probably fine, though; Cole had shown no inclination to ditching Lloyd. Yet.

But it was important to keep track of, Lloyd knew. He wasn’t stupid, okay? He knew he was difficult. And he knew that being the son of an evil warlord tended to put most people off. He was loud and disruptive and had too-red eyes and little bumps on his head just barely hidden by his hair. Lloyd knew that he was easy to abandon and run away from, because everyone in his life had done it at some point. His own mother hadn’t even wanted him!

Speaking of…

“Why are you out on your own, anyway?” Lloyd asked. He had technically asked a question kind of like it, when he and Cole had initially met, and Cole’s response at the time had been a simple “none of your business.” But they’d known each other a while, now, and Cole seemed intent on keeping his promise—though Lloyd couldn’t fully trust that, not now, not ever—so maybe… Cole might open up?

Lloyd was horribly curious—it was something of a curse. And he had found an old school ID when he looked at Cole’s sketchbook, though it was wayyy different from the ones Darkley’s used and not a name Lloyd recognized.

Cole hmmed, shoulders hunching as he focused in on the page before him. “Ran away.” He grunted. Lloyd waited a moment longer for Cole to elaborate, but he didn’t.

So Lloyd opened his own mouth. “Was it from that school? The uh…” What was the name again? “Marty Oppen… Open…. that school?”

Cole was looking at Lloyd now, something like suspicion in his eyes and red on his cheeks. “How do you know about—” He cut himself off with a huff. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

“So you did!” Lloyd concluded, pleased. “Was it a boarding school? Was it bigger than Darkley’s? How mean were the teachers? What were they teaching?” He imagined Cole in a classroom much like the science lab at Darkley’s, an evil death ray on the table before him. Just as quickly as it came, the image went away—Lloyd had seen Cole’s drawings. Death ray designs just didn’t fit him.

Cole blinked owlishly at the onslaught of questions. “Uh… yes; I don’t know, I’ve never been to Darkley’s; maybe? They were really stuffy, and—” His shoulders drew in again, expression shifty. “I’m not answering that last question.”

“What!” Lloyd gasped, laying down on the dirt and propping his face up on his hands. “But you gotta! I mean,” he added, as convincingly as he could, “You know what Darkley’s teaches, so why can’t I know what Marty Open-hemmer’s teaches? It’s only fair.”

“I’ll tell you the moment you can say the name right.” Cole promised, though it sounded an awful lot like a joke.

“How is it said?” Lloyd probed, folding his arms and resting his chin on them. From down here, with the fire between them to the side, Cole looked almost unreal, the flickering light dancing across his face.

“Ma—” Cole started, only to stop as he realized. “You’re not getting me that easy, you little shit.”

“It was worth a try.” Lloyd shrugged, lightly kicking the dirt.

Silence filled their little camp, the fire and the gentle scritch-scratch of Cole’s pencil the only real sound.

Lloyd rolled over, staring up at the darkened sky above, at the tiny embers rising from the fire, at the twinkling stars and the clouds that covered them. It was a half moon tonight. He had no idea how Cole was drawing with just the light from the fire—which probably explained all the little frustrated noises Cole was making.

Something else occurred to Lloyd. Something Cole did at—well, not every town, but often enough to be just another part of their routine. Lloyd sat up, looked at Cole, and spoke.

“Who are you sending those letters to?” Lloyd folded his knees in to rest his chin on them as he watched Cole put his sketchbook away.

Cole jolted, staring at Lloyd for a moment. His jaw worked as he considered Lloyd’s question, several emotions Lloyd wasn’t sure how to parse flitting across his face. “My dad.” He said, softly.

“Oh.” Lloyd’s own father hadn’t really… from what Lloyd knew, nobody had actually seen Lord Garmadon for years. His father had sent his shadow to visit Lloyd at Darkley’s, on rare occasion, but Lloyd otherwise hadn’t met his dad. “Do you and your dad… get along?”

Cole made a sound halfway between an amused snort and annoyed sigh. “He doesn’t know where I am.” He admitted, which wasn’t really an answer. “He doesn’t know I’m running around with the world’s most annoying gremlin—” He cut himself off. “He thinks I’m still at Mar—that school.”

That… Lloyd thought back to his own parents. His own dad probably didn’t know he wasn’t at Darkley’s anymore—he hadn’t sent his shadow to visit Lloyd at all. And his mother…

Well, at least Cole knew what his father thought of him.

“What about your mom?” Lloyd asked, suddenly not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Cole looked stricken, for a moment, before his expression turned thunderous. He glared at the fire, mouth drawn back in what might have been a snarl or what might have been a grimace. “She’s…” He swallowed. “She died less than a year ago.”

“Oh.” Lloyd cringed against his knees. “Sorry.” He hadn’t meant to upset Cole—

“‘S not your fault.” Cole muttered, voice tired. He laid back, staring up at the sky.

“Is that why your dad doesn’t know where you are?” Lloyd asked, then immediately cringed because why was he still talking, didn’t he know how to shut up—

Cole laughed, harsh and grim. “Ohhhh, don’t get me started! Mom’s gone, and all he ever does is go out and sing and dance and it falls to me to be responsible for everything, because first master forbid he stick around to tend to the garden or wash the dishes or do the laundry or—” He cut himself off, throwing his arm over his face as he made a drawn out sort of groan, sounding so shaky compared to usual. “And then he packs me up and sends me off to go to school and follow in his footsteps, like he wasn’t already pushing me hard enough—I don’t want to sing or dance! I’m never going to be what you want me to be!”

Lloyd shrunk back a bit. That was… a lot. Like, more than he felt able to unpack. But, wait—

“Sing or dance?” Lloyd asked, suddenly struck with a strong suspicion as to what that Marty school was for. “Is that what you went to Marty’s for?” He grinned, a giggle in his voice as he tried to imagine what that’d even look like.

“Shut up.” Cole groused, which only made Lloyd actually giggle. Cole groaned his annoyance to the sky, and Lloyd hid his mouth behind his hands as he imagined Cole in a tutu.

Cole sat up so suddenly that Lloyd squeaked, his laughter dissolving into worry. But Cole didn’t move any further, instead fixing Lloyd with a peculiar stare that was almost uncomfortable in its intensity.

“You don’t have to follow in your dad’s footsteps. You know that, right?” He asked, and Lloyd found, not for the first, third, or sixth time, that Cole could still say things that absolutely boggled him. “Everyone that treats you like shit because of your dad, but they’re wrong.” Cole said it with such conviction—it was almost enough for Lloyd to believe it.

“You’re not your dad.” Cole added. “You’re you.” His piece said, he laid back down, kicking dirt onto the fire and shuffling so that he was actually in his sleeping bag instead of on top of it.

Lloyd frowned. Well, he knew he was an awful warlord—he’d known it since before Darkley’s kicked him out for being a failure at evil. So it wasn’t like he would’ve been able to follow in his father’s footsteps anyway.

But the rest of Cole’s words… all his life, Lloyd had been defined by his father. His mother had left him at Darkley’s, where Lloyd’s parentage had been all that anyone cared about. His teachers had higher expectations for him, and were all the more disappointed when Lloyd couldn’t meet them. And when he and Cole asked around for someone who could take him in, it was his too-red eyes and too-sharp teeth and too-warlordy last name that made everyone close their doors in his face.

Lloyd huffed. Suuure, Cole could just run away and escape being what his father wanted, could become just another nameless kid wandering Ninjago, but Lloyd?

Lloyd grumbled as he grabbed at his sleeping bag to unfold it for the night. Nobody would see him as anything more than Lord Garmadon’s obnoxious son. Nobody but Cole, who Lloyd still wasn’t totally convinced didn’t hate him at least a little.

Lloyd Garmadon would always be tied to Lord Garmadon, but could never be anywhere half as great—or notorious. What Cole said was a nice sentiment, but it just wasn’t true. Not in the way Cole meant it.

Lloyd would never be out of his father’s shadow.

[scarapanna]

"There were two student which always held hands"

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[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I'm a few pages in and this is the best storyline literally ever why have I not seen any mention of this.

[burning-thistles-bt]

i wanna talk about the burning thistles reflamed au sooooo bad but i cant and its killing me

[chipjrwibignaturals]

i wish i was like. actually Skilled with stories

[kneworder]

i have all these draft documents of half finished fics full of lines i love but that are so fundamentally flawed i can't figure out how to finish them and can't kill my darlings mercilessly enough to get past the roadblocks so i just reread them over and over and think damn this is kinda fire. wish it was anywhere near shareable.

[cherrysnax]

im sure this feeling will pass but I feel like im not made for comics

[noonslullabies]

*playing Unicorn Overlord*

God, I love this cast of characters and the incredible voice actors. Everyone sounds like they're having so much fun and the script was given good old medieval vibes.

I'll ramble in the tags now.

(I'm on the hunt for the collector's edition now to which I've never done before, and the official artbook is coming out in October 🎉🎉🎉)