#i guess a good part of it was having time on the bus to campus plus being early before class started

[revluvzen]

[❤️‍🔥💪] "𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱?" [💪❤️‍🔥]

top!Lucas/Wong Yukhei x bottom!male reader

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WC: 2,4

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI

Tags: Lucas is a college heartrob, Lucas looks like out of FraternityX, college classmates, friends-to-lovers / fwb, blowjob, "bro" to "slut" but still "bro", low-key rough sex (deepthroat, throat fucking), car sex, semi public sex, tricking into sex.

All individuals consent.

Enjoy!

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Lucas is your hot, stereotypically jock classmate on some of your college classes. It's simply unavoidable falling in love with him. Every day since your classes started, he comes talk to you, his "bro", always with that cute goofy smile.

Today's one of those regular class days. Lucas is looking very handsome today, as usual. Black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and running shoes. Typical attire for him. "Hey, bro!", you greet him, him taking out his Airpods to get ready to chat with you, sitting next to you in the classroom. "Ayo! Wassup", he asked, his goofy smile charming you. "Ahh, just ready for another boring class". "Same here...", Lucas replied.

Class started, and you just can't avoid staring at Lucas often, just like you do every single class. He looks so hot, chewing gum, checking on his phone because he's getting tired of the class... taking the minimum notes he could take of whatever the professor is talking about. He's so tall, so sexy... His tan skin, full lips, sharp jawline, those big eyes... you just can't believe such a handsome guy is your friend. Could that change?

Class finished. Such a good day so far, you guys talked a lot in the break, having some good laughs with your friends. Time to go home now. Lucas had an out of usual proposal today. "Yo, uhm, I brought the car today, and I need to drive towards your place direction. I can offer you a ride, wanna hop in?", he asked, goofily smirking like always.

"Ohh, sure, thanks mate", you replied, excited. What better to spend some time with your friend at his car? This is new for you, he usually just drives towards the other direction, and you have to take the bus. You both leave the building and go to the campus' parking lot, where you see Lucas' car. "Here we go, hop in champ", he said, giggling. You replied with a smile, opened the door and got on the co-pilot seat, then closing the door. Lucas got on the driver's seat, and closed his door

Surprisingly, he didn't start the engine. You took some long seconds to realise, as you were checking your phone for a bit. When you turn your head to look at him, he's smirking at you. "What happens?" you ask, nervously smiling. "You think I don't notice when you look at me in class?", he asks, pressing the button to lock the doors. "W-What do you mean?", you ask, a bit shyly as you acknowledge the fact you do check on him often.

"You like me. You're in love with me, don't you?", he keeps asking. You don't answer anything, looking down. "Don't be shy... you can tell me. I won't judge you. I'm into boys sometimes as well. Don't be afraid", he kept telling you.

"Y-Yeah, I guess I do... I like you...", you answer. "Right...", Lucas sighs, nodding. He then suddenly grabs you by your nape, pulling you into a short kiss. His big lips smooches yours, so quick you can't even get to close your eyes. "W-What~", you stutter, before staring at Lucas for a second and then going back kissing him, this time making out already.

Lucas guided all the kiss, first softly biting your lips and then starting to pu his tongue into your mouth, to which you reply by doing the same. Your tongues dance inside of each other's mouth. "Mgmgh~", you moan inside of Lucas mouth, loving each part of it. You just can't believe you're kissing your crush and friend... and it's as good as you expected it.

You guys keep making out for long minutes, Lucas way of kissing getting a bit more aggressive and horny, starting to bite a bit more rougher your lips and putting his tongue deep into your mouth, making you moan quietly and squirm.

Lucas stops kissing you but keeps his face very close to you. "Y/N", he says, with his characteristic deep voice, staring at you with his big handsome eyes. You stare at him and reply: "W-What... did I do something wro-".

"Have you ever had sex?", Lucas said, interrupting you. Shivers run through your body when you heard that. Is what you've been waiting for ages finally going to happen? You get a bit shocked but find some breath to reply. "N-No, Y-Yukhei...", you reply. awaiting for Lucas reaction.

"Let's see if we can fix that...", Lucas said, smirking and starting to caress near your crotch. Right afterwards, he goes back on making out with you. You also caress his thighs, but get a bit more daring. You try putting a hand over his crotch, and you notice that Lucas' bulge is getting rock hard.

One of Lucas hands starts caressing your butt, to which you let him do because you're liking it. You start feeling the passion of the moment in your chest, a sentiment of euphoria bubbling inside of you. You start grabbing and kneading Lucas's bulge, loving how hard it's getting. You feel Lucas low groans inside of your mouth while you two keep on making out passionately.

At some point Lucas pulled out again, and stared at you just like he did previously. He whispered lower this time. "Y/N... Come over and suck me off... would you like to?", he said, outspoken like the bad boy he is. You had to get daring to reply to such proposal, thinking about how you're about to lose your virginity to your hot friend...

...specially when you two are in a car in the campus parking lot. "L-Lucas, what if someone sees tho...", you say, looking around. It's true that there's not people around currently, but you can see people walking far away. "Don't worry, Y/N... If you kneel in front of me, no one will see. The windows are high enough and the pedals are behind enough for someone to fit", he said, sounding strangely logical. "Have you done this before...", you asked suspiciously. "Uhm do you want to have sex or not-", he says, wanting you to ignore that. "Y-Yes, sorry", you reply, nervously smirking.

You get over the controls of the car and go knee in front of Lucas. He was right, your feet barely touch the pedals and head ends up right below of the windows. Lucas put a tiny pillow on the floor so your knees don't hurt. "Thanks...", you sigh. "No worries. Now, unzip it...", he says, staring at you from above. Fuck, he looks so hot like that. Legs spreaded, his big bulge showing, and his handsome face sexily staring at you from above. You're so thrilled...

You unzip Lucas pants, and lower his boxers just enough so his dick sticks out. You're shocked despite it being just like you expected it... A 23cm thick cock, veiny and tan like his body, trimmed pubes and slightly curved. You do a hard swallow when you see it, wondering how you'll make it to suck it all. "B-Bro, you're very... like... hung like a horse, d-damn...", you say, your voice trembling a bit. Lucas giggled quietly. "That's what everyone says", he jokes. "You can go at your own pace, don't worry".

You grab Lucas cock. It's very warm and soft. You can't lie, it looks tasty as fuck... You stroke it a bit to get it as hard as it can. It's the first time you touch a dick that's not your own... it feels so good already. "You can start licking it", Lucas suggests, to which you finally do. You put your tongue in the cock's tip and start swirling it around, then going up and down licking all his shaft as if it were a lollipop, making sure to get it wet with your saliva.

You then slowly take Lucas cock in your mouth, almost halfway through. It tastes so good indeed, you already have an obsession for it. You suck it happily, but kind of concerned about how will you do to take the bottom half of the cock if Lucas asks you to deepthroat him.

Lucas moans in pleasure, enjoying how good you are sucking him. "That's it, fuck... Keep sucking it...", he groaned. You kept sucking it good, your lips fully kissing and taking Lucas' big cock, tasting all his flavourful flesh. You slapped this tip on your tongue, trying to give him such a good blowjob.

You kept sucking his dick, up and down and swirling your tongue in it. "Do you like it, Y/N?", he asked, sexily. "Y-Yeah... I'm loving it...", you said, jerking him off for a second and then going back sucking him. "So fucking good... You're almost like a natural cocksucker... Woah... You're doing it amazingly... Look at me while you suck me", he ordered. Being called a cocksucker really turned you on, you complied with him and stared at him while keeping on sucking his big dick. "Just like that, yeah~", he groaned.

You can hear the voices of some students nearby. They are probably gonna get on their cars. You stop sucking him just in case they're close enough they can see. Lucas didn't agree tho. He grabbed you by your nape and forced you back on his cock, now making you suck him even deeper than before. "Don't worry, they aren't close enough, they won't see anything. Keep sucking, fuck", he said, enjoying it so much.

"Damn, from all the sluts I've gotten in here, you're the one of the better ones already...", Lucas sexily groaned, looking at your eyes. Despite you being his friend, it looks like he now can't stop seeing you as one of his fuckmates. It didn't help that, the moment he called you a slut, you just started taking his dick even deeper into your mouth, almost taking it entirely. "Fuck, fuck, just like that, yeah~", he said, while you jerked off the base of his dick.

Lucas started thrusting slowly upwards, now fucking your mouth. Your gag reflex activated, some saliva starting to leak out of your mouth. Nevertheless, you got used to it, and were able to take his thrusts. Lucas dick feels so fucking good inside of your mouth, you just don't want to ever leave from his dick. You're addicted. And he loves it as much as well.

"F-Fuck, if I knew you were this good sucking cock I'd have taken you here earlier, fuck", Lucas said, grateful of having tricked you into getting into his car planning to fuck you good already. "Now I'm gonna push your head so you take it all inside okay? Take a deep breath, bro", Lucas said and you nodded. He grabbed you by your hair and pushed your head deep into his cock, making you deepthroat his 23cm dick all inside of your mouth. You start gagging, some tiny tears coming out of your eyes as it was too much to take.

"You like it, don't you? Huh? Tell me, come on bro, fucking tell me", he groaned, thrusting upwards while you deepthroated him. You obviously couldn't answer; yet, you tried. "MgmghMGGH-", was all you could say. Honestly it wasn't a surprise to you that Lucas liked it rough... you actually liked it as well. You loved how such big cock tasted in your mouth, it was all you've been longing for so much time, having your friend's dick all inside of you.

Lucas let you take off his dick out of your mouth, letting you breath. You kept stroking him off while you heavily exhaled. You looked at him and smiled, letting him know how much you're loving it. Then, you went suck his cock again, now sucking it up and down thoroughly.

Both Lucas and you got very euphoric. The car got filled with dirty sounds such as your sloppy noises and moans and Lucas groans and dirty talking. You love your friend's dick so much you just can't stop sucking it, and that's having an effect on Lucas. His dick started throbbing, and you could feel that in your mouth.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come, you bitch, fuck, I can't believe how of a fucking good cocksucker you're~ keep taking all my dick, bro, come on", he said, thrusting upwards while you sucked him good. You can feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, tasting his flesh, and his bitter precum flavoring all your mouth.

"I don't like cleaning my car, you better swallow it, okay?", he said, his voice breaking as his groans got louder. Let's hope there's no one around. Even if you're well hidden, Lucas dirty talking couldn't avoid getting loud and noticeable. You nodded happily to what Lucas said, sucking his dick so good and awaiting for his cream.

Lucas finally came inside of your mouth. Fuck, it's a fucking lot of cum. Warm, thick, plentiful and bitter cream spurted inside of your mouth, some directly getting down your throat, while his throbbing dick is still inside. You start swallowing, the closing and opening motions of your throat satisfying Lucas so much it even milks his until the very last drop.

You swallow most of his cum, leaving some in your tongue. Lucas takes his dick out of your mouth, and leaves it over your face. You can feel the whole weight of his fat long dick all across of your face. "Show me your tongue, now", he ordered, smirking, to which you showed him your tongue with some remains of cum still there. "Fuck, I never thought I'd finally see my friend taking all my cum like that. Call this a friendship strengthening pact", he giggled, goofy as ever. "Now seriously, I wish this happened earlier. You're such a good fucking fuckmate, gosh, I never expected you to be this good at sucking dick", he softly and sexily whispered, keeping on with the sexy atmosphere. "And I never expected your dick to feel this good, I loved it, Yukhei...", you whispered.

Lucas leaned over to kiss you, you both swapping saliva and his own cum in a passionate and sloppy kiss. You both make out for a long while. Everything is different now. You're not a virgin anymore, you lost your virginity to the your friend you've been attracted to for so long... And your friendship is not going to ever be the same. It's just going to get better from now on.

Lucas pulls out, a string of saliva mixed with cum falling in between you both. "You haven't come yet, did you?", he asked sexily. "N-No, I haven't...", you replied. "It's not a good first time until you get to cum, bro", he said, softly smacking your butt...

Part 2?

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

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notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (0.5k words)

minghao walked into the back. taking off his apron, he smiled at you. you had already gotten up and folded the blanket to which he stuffed into the bag he carried.

“ready to go?” he asked as he looked up to you. you stiffly stood by him, hands holding the strap of your bag awkwardly and you just nodded.

you closed up the store and went your way out.

you lead the way to the bus stop you usually go to as minghao treaded right beside you.

“crazy i didn’t see you yesterday,” you randomly brought up.

minghao slowly turned to you and squinted his eyes, “we did but like just for a few seconds.”

you immediately made an ‘o’ with your mouth as you recalled.

the bus arrived and you two got on, sitting by each other, your shoulders touched but non of you moved. perhaps you were too tired to?

“you were gonna go out with mingyu today?” he tilted his head. “ah well it wasn’t a set in stone plan, i didn’t even know if i’d wake up the next day,” you laughed. “and you didn’t,” he giggled and sighed. it’s true, you slept for most of the day.

“but that was the first time you hung out with mingyu right? you two seem so close.”

“i think i just adapt well,” you reasoned. notably, you had to adapt well because of how good it would’ve been for the mission.

��understandable. if i didn’t know how friendly you were i would’ve just guessed that you fell for mingyu and that’s what brought you to say yes to going out with him.”

“well isn’t mingyu that guy all of the people in school fall for?” you turned your body to face minghao, showing interest in the conversation.

“oh, are you one of those people yn?” minghao tapped on his chin to provoke you.

your eyes locked into minghao’s out of shock. you coughed out a chuckle and retracted your eyes to the floor. “no,” you sighed out and grinned. “not at all. my heart belongs to someone else,” you softly let out.

as minghao got silent, you swiftly turned your eyes to him but all you saw was a warm smile on his face.

“am i going to unlock the yn secret and find out who it is today?” he poked in more fun.

you sneered and rested your head on your hand, “don’t need to unlock it today when you’ve already guessed it before.”

shit, why are you the one revealing secrets to him? shouldn’t it be the other way around? that’s what you thought as you kept speaking. but minghao’s response cleared your cloudy head.

“well i hope that goes well for you. i’m sure it will.”

there it was again. the tinge of sweetness from minghao that somehow made your heart melt.

it was nice to have someone like this around but also, it wasn’t. he was gravely making you forget why you’re here in the first place.

and the lingering texture of he blanket on your skin made it all the more forgettable.

funfact: the manager wasn’t at work today which is why yn decided to nap straight away. yn thought falling asleep during work was going to be the end of their career however waking up to having a blanket over their shoulders made them realise, they’re glad to have met minghao and have him as a coworker.

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[jinkoh]

fixing fate's mistake

sangyeon x reader

part of my soulmate series

summary: why is it that the one who comes to save you is never your soulmate but his older brother instead?

tags: soulmate au (sharing bruises), smut - mdni, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, small age gap (Sang is 3yrs older), slightly possessive!sangyeon (but he is mostly a softie), car activities, oral (r!receiving), strength play(?), lots of consent, loosely implied virgin!reader; warnings: light injuries and mentions of blood, reader is being picked up/carried, no pronouns but reader has a vagina and wears a skirt

wc: 2.9k

a/n: this wasn't meant to include sexy times but then i felt like the vibes were there so here we are i guess i'm a smut writer now 🤷🏻‍♀️

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As you were sitting in the cold, moist grass at the side of the road, the sun long disappeared behind the horizon, your knees bloody and your ankle twisted, you wished that there was a way to start over. It would be great if life worked like a video game, letting you return to a saving point if you messed up. Maybe you’d return back to this morning and make sure to charge your phone properly. Or maybe this afternoon so you could take the bus and leave your bike on campus. But even more likely, you would go all the way back to that one day in elementary school, when you’d been at the playground with the two boys living next door. 

Even now, roughly 12 years later, you remembered it very clearly. You’d been on the swing, laughing brightly as you told them to look how high you could go. Sangyeon, the older one, told you to be careful, but you didn’t listen because all that mattered was the wish to impress him. Maybe it was because he was three years older, but at the time he was the coolest person in the world to you. He was nice and strong and really good at catching bugs. His younger brother who was the same age as you wasn’t half as interesting, but that was fine because he wasn’t interested in you either. He focused on his sand castle instead. You only got his attention when you fell, busting your knees open in the rough sand. The pain made tears spring to your eyes. Sangyeon immediately came over, a worried frown on his face. He’d probably felt responsible as the oldest. His brother on the other hand just gave you a dirty look as he got up from where he was sitting in the sandbox, dusting off his knees.

“You’re so stupid,” he said. But you didn’t mind. Your tears and pain were forgotten too, because all you saw were the bruises on his knees. You were overjoyed. You had a soulmate! Sure, it wasn’t the person you would have wanted it to be, but you were convinced you could make it work. The important part was that you had a soulmate, something you’d been dreaming of your whole (admittedly young) life. 

He didn’t feel the same way. While you were happy about it all, excited whenever a bruise of either of you showed up on the other’s skin, he seemed to hate the idea of being your soulmate. He’d been cold to you before, but from the moment you found out, he made a point of being mean. Looking back, you should have just given up then. Maybe things would have been different if you’d given him room. Maybe he wouldn’t have come to hate you to this extent. And then maybe he would have come to help you now. But giving up hadn't been an option to you back then. You’d been a kid fueled by the idea that he’d fall for you if you just kept trying. After all, you were soulmates. 

When you were in 5th grade, you fell down the swings again and broke your arm. You were crying and miserable and all alone, but it didn’t take long for your mom and Sangyeon to show up, first-aid kit ready. Your mom scolded your for not being careful and for going all by yourself, and that it was only thanks to the bruises on your soulmate’s skin that they came so quickly. Of course, you’d thought to yourself, he saw them and got worried about it, so he told mom. And that sparked hope within you. You completely ignored that he didn’t even bother to show up himself and clung to the  hope that he actually cared. It also made you come to a very stupid conclusion: He would pay attention to you if you got hurt. So you fell and you stumbled and you bumped into things, all to get a little bit of his attention. It didn’t work. Of course it didn’t. It just made him despise you more and more, disgusted with your clingy behavior and the way you kept engraving all these marks into his skin, even if they weren't permanent. You regretted it now. If you could take it all back, undo every stupid bruise you’d bothered him with, you would. But there were no saving points in life that you could just go back to. Right now, there was only the moist grass and your scraped skin and the knowledge that no one would come to help you. Your soulmate must have seen the bruises by now and surely he was smart enough to connect the dots and realize that you had an accident on your way home. But he wouldn’t care. It wasn’t any of his business if you were hurt or not, aside from the fact that it stained his skin.

You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering from the cold seeping into your aching bones. You knew you had to get up and walk the rest of the way home. Maybe you could lean onto your bicycle to take some weight off the strained ankle. It seemed possible. But you just felt so miserable and alone, and your body was refusing to move. You buried your face behind your knees, letting yourself cry because there wasn’t anyone around to see. Except, you suddenly felt the headlights of a car on you, bright and white. The car was going slow, way too slow for a street like this, almost as if the driver was looking for something. The moment you saw the familiar license plate, you realized that something must be you. The car pulled over just a few meters away from you and Sangyeon got out, quickly jogging over. The second you saw his face, a new wave of tears welled up in your eyes. It seemed like he always knew when to show up to save you. He crouched down in front of you, cupping your face with a worried frown.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t know how to meet his genuine gaze, so you looked away and gave him a small shrug.

“What happened?” His thumb gently brushed some of your tears away. 

“I fell,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling like a child again with the way he took care of you.

“Can you walk? Just to the car?”

Your gaze fell to your knees and your ankle. You probably could walk, despite the injuries, especially with help, but your muscles felt frozen in place. You didn’t say anything.

Sangyeon huffed a small laugh. “Fine, then.” He hooked one arm under your knees and wrapped the other around your back, before he slowly stood up, carrying you back to the car princess style. He sat you down on the passenger seat with your legs out, and then got the first-aid kit from the back. It stung when he cleaned the wounds on your knees, but it wasn’t like it would hurt less if you complained, so you just watched in silence as he carefully tended to your wounds. He bandaged your ankle too, saying something about how he could give you a ride to the doctor’s if it didn’t get better by itself. You barely paid attention though, distracted by the feeling of his warm hands on your skin.

“Are you listening?” He looked up at you from where he was crouching in front of your legs.

“How did you know?” You asked instead of replying.

Sangyeon hesitated for a moment before he replied. “I saw the bruises on his knees when I came home.”

You nodded slowly, lips pressed together in a tight smile. "Was it the same back then?"

"Huh?"

"When I broke my arm and you came with my mom—it was never him who told her right? It was you, because you happened to see his marks."

Sangyeon didn’t say anything and that in itself was said enough. Of course your soulmate didn’t actually tell him, or anyone. Of course not. You hadn’t expected anything else, but somehow it still hurt. It wasn’t even about him as a person. It wasn’t like you were in love with him, so maybe it was silly to expect him to care. But letting go of that dream of a fated love coming true hurt and it hurt that you were stuck with a soulmate like him, when clearly it should have been someone else. 

New Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but to no avail.

“Y/n,” Sangyeon started, his voice soft. But he didn’t go on, because what was there even to say?

You sniffed. “I used to want a soulmate so badly, I didn’t even care who it was. But now I feel like I’d rather have none." You let out a bitter laugh. "I’m sure he for one has always felt that way.” 

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” You paused for a moment, knowing what you were going to say next was probably best kept to yourself, but you felt too exhausted to care. “It should have been you instead. Why can’t it be you?”

Sangyeon’s eyes widened in surprise before he huffed an awkward laugh and busied himself with packing up the first-aid kit. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why? Would it be that bad if I did?”

“No,” he replied, momentarily pausing his hands, “but it’d get my hopes up.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, your mind unable to quite grasp the meaning of it. You wanted him to look at you, to see in his eyes that he was serious, but his gaze was still fixed on the kit. You lightly nudged his knee with your toes, trying to get his attention back and he finally raised his head.

“Get your hopes up, then,” you whispered and you saw him visibly swallow. He set aside the kit before standing up and leaning into your personal space, one hand propped against the frame of the car.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” His gaze was intense and you almost wanted to shy away, but you were scared he’d misinterpret it as rejection.

“Yes,” you said, your gaze briefly dropping to his lips, “I know perfectly. Fate made a mistake, so let’s fix it.”

“And you won’t change your mind?”

You shook your head. “I won’t.”

His hand came up to your cheek, smoothing over your skin before tilting your chin up. Your breathing hitched when he came closer, only inches keeping you apart. “Even if he came begging?”

“Even then.”

A satisfied smile spread on his face. “Good,” he mumbled, before letting his lips brush against yours, “because I don’t plan on handing you over after this.”

Maybe the back of his car at the side of a deserted road wasn’t the most romantic spot, but Sangyeon’s touch was so warm as he lowered you onto the seat that you didn’t mind. He kept a hand at the back of your head, making sure you didn’t bump it on the car door. And then he settled between your legs, careful about your bruises and injured ankle.

“All okay?” He whispered as his thumb gently brushed some hair out of your forehead.

“Yeah,” you whispered but your voice was trembling with nerves.

“Are you sure?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Very sure,” you whispered, and you meant it. Of course you were nervous, maybe even a little scared, but you knew you were safe with him. You'd always been safe with him.

“Okay,” Sangyeon smiled into your lips before kissing you once more. One of his hands settled on your hip while the other ran over the outside of your thigh, sneaking its way under your skirt. A small whine escaped from your lips when his fingers lightly tugged at the fabric of your panties, letting the elastic snap back against your skin.

“Cute,” he mumbled, making your face flush with heat. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth with your hand, but he immediately pulled it away.

“It’s just me,” he said, keeping your hand in his. “No one else will hear, so don’t hold back.”

His other hand was still under your skirt, moving to your inner thigh now. His thumb rubbed circles into your skin in a motion that was both comforting and arousing. Then it wandered further up, tugging at the thin fabric of your underwear once more.

“Still okay?”

You nodded, trying to part your legs a little more so he knew you meant it. Sangyeon sat up a little, slowly pulling your panties down your legs which served a little difficult in the cramped space of the car. Once he reached your knees he went one leg after the other, carefully lifting the fabric over the bandaged bruises to make sure not to touch them, and then he was just as careful again when he reached your injured ankle. The sweet treatment made your chest feel full and you almost wanted to cry again.

"You don't have to be so careful. I'm not made of glass," you whispered while he slipped your panties all the way off and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I know," he said, leaning in again and leaving a kiss at the corner of your mouth, "but can't I still be gentle with you?" A grin tugged on his lips, "Or do you prefer a rough treatment?"

You felt yourself blushing, quickly averting your eyes as you stuttered "Gentle is f-fine."

Sangyeon chuckled. "Thought so."

His hands moved to the back of your legs, pushing them up so he could kiss the inner side of your knees and thighs, sucking little bruises into the skin.

"Sang-"

"Hm?" He looked at you through his lashes, barely detaching his lips from you.

"Sang, he'll see if you leave marks."

Sangyeon lightly bit down on your skin making you gasp. "Would that really be so bad?" 

Maybe you should have stood your ground, but the possessive gleam in his eyes had you swooning, so you didn’t complain when his mouth left more bruises in its wake as he slowly made his way to your core. When his breath fanned over your sensitive parts you yelped, instinctively kicking out your legs and almost hitting your injured foot on the car’s backrest. Before that could happen though, Sangyeon caught your legs in his hands. 

"No moving, hm? You'll hurt yourself. Just stay still and let me take care of you." 

Before you had a chance to reply, he leaned in again and put his mouth to work on your clit, making you moan instead. You tried to keep still, even as his tongue ran through your folds and made your body spasm with pleasure. But even if you’d wanted to kick out your legs again, Sangyeon’s hold on you was strong, keeping you in place. The difference in strength and the way he could overpower you so easily somehow had you even more aroused, calling to desires you didn’t know you had in you. Sangyeon seemed to have noticed, because he experimentally tightened his grip a little more, chuckling when you gasped and pathetically clenched around nothing. “It seems you like the rough treatment after all.”

You shook your head, too ashamed to admit it, but the way you whined when his teeth grazed your skin seemed to prove otherwise.

“It’s okay, darling, no need to feel embarrassed,” he said, looking at you as he let his tongue run over you again, “It’s just me, remember?” 

He let go of one of your legs, pinning it down with his elbow instead to be able to rub his thumb over your clit at the same time as his tongue pushed into you. You almost screamed at the sudden change in pace, the pleasure of it all a little overwhelming and making your head feel fuzzy.

“Sang–” you gasped, clenching your hands and bucking your hips, “feels strange.”

“Strange?” He asked, lifting his head, but not stopping the movement of his hand, “Or good?”

“G-good,” you agreed, screwing your eyes shut when his tongue was back on you, “So good.”

It didn’t take much longer for your high to approach, rippling through you in waves of pleasure that made you buck your hips into him. He kept going a little longer, helping you ride out your orgasm until you were reduced to a twitching overstimulated mess. Sangyeon sat up and wiped his glistening lips with the back of his hand. You watched him through dazed eyes, the realization of what just happened between the two of you not quite sinking in. 

He ruffled his already tousled hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“No, I don’t know,” you answered, still unable to take your eyes off him. “Come here.”

He smiled, leaning down and letting you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“This is real, right?” you whispered against his lips.

“Funny,” he said before giving you another kiss, “I was about to ask the same thing.” 

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE 1 - JOHNNY SUH

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The wait for the first standalone chapter of my NCT The Eras series has finally ended! SUMMARY: Johnny and the reader have been best friends since time itself, and they've never fought, until her most recent breakup. GENRE: smut. WARNINGS: unprotected sex, angry sex, years of tension built up between Johnny and the reader, manhandling.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit

Been saying "yes" instead of "no"

I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Johnny always made it clear that he hated your boyfriends, ever since your first boyfriend in highschool. He made it clear that he hated them and that they weren't good for you, and when it turned out to be true, he was always pissed.

Johnny had only ever had one girlfriend before, in his final year of highschool, the year Nakamoto Yuta took you to prom. You weren't even sure if Johnny was going, and he asked her out the day before.

They seemed pretty happy at the dance, and they were hot and sexy at the after party; Johnny doing shots off her chest. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. Your own date was god knows where, probably off flirting with some jock or some cheerleader. The first thing he'd said to you which you didn't tell Johnny was that tonight was completely casual. It was just so neither of you would go alone.

The prom and the after party was good, but the weeks after that were not. It was Yuta who dumped you first. You'd been casually seeing each other, even though Johnny had gotten mad about the casual part. "Don't date him if he's got more than one partner," he'd said. "I don't care if he's bisexual." so, it wasn't much of a surprise when he dumped you for Mark, but it hurt. Johnny liked to solve problems with violence.

You preffered rumours, and that was when a war broke out, a week before school finished, a day after you'd both recieved acceptance letters from the same college you'd applied to - school wasn't going to stop two best friends from seeing each other.

It was the world's most horrendus and messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups. Johnny never cried, but his ego had been hurt. She'd said something to him, or about him that you never heard. He never told you what she said, but as his sobs rattled the house you knew you would kill her.

Two years later, and Johnny had stopped dating, dedicating his life to lectures and clubs at college and looking after the four-room flat that you shared in New York. You, of course, had not learned your lesson.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

Johnny rolled his eyes as you swiped left on your phone. "Seriously," he scoffed, shoving his fork into his food; crunch, crunch. You arched your eyebrow, "what, John?" it had been rocky since Monday, and you brought a blind date home. He snorted, "nothing." you gritted your teeth.

He cocked his head and smiled, "so, plans for today. Do you have another date who's going to interrupt my beauty sleep? Please tell me so I can buy noise cancelling headphones."

The phone dropped on the table almost as soon as your jaw dropped to the floor before you recovered. "Do you have a problem with my love life?" you cocked your head, crossing your arms. Johnny smirked, "yeah, because getting fucked by every guy on campus is a love life." you let out a frustrated scream.

"What the the fuck is your problem?!" you shrieked loudly. "My problem?" he yelled back, "you're the one who doesn't seem to get the intention of every guy who talks to you and then cries as if you didn't see it coming! You're fucking stupid, that's my fucking problem!"

You ignored the stinging pain of his words, using that energy to fire back something even nastier. "At least guys want to fuck me! At least I'm with guys when I'm in my room, unlike you, who probably just jerks off every day like an unexperienced virgin!"

But we were something, don't you think so?Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

And that's when you scream, because he lifts you off the chair, with a deadly strong grip and lightning fast speed. "Johnny!" you shriek as he drags you into his bedroom. "Johnny! Let me go! Let me go!" but why weren't you scared? Why were you just frustrated?

Your best friend throws you on on his bed. Chucks you. You know what's going to happen, and you can't deny you want it. But you hate him. You hate him so much. And he he hates you too. Oh, yes. You're pretty sure he's hated you ever since kindergarten.

Because, you see, it's not your boyfriends who he hates. It's you. From helping you up after you fell off the swings to being your partner in the science project to standing up for you when they bullied you to picking you first in his sports team to picking you up from a party to to taking you you out your first prom prom to teaching you how to kiss to beating up Nakamoto Yuta and ever other shitty boyfriend to throwing you on his bed he's hated you. And you've hated him. Neither of you have seen it.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

Now, as he grabs your top top with his hand and rips it off your chest and tears off his shirt and pulls down your skirt, you both know clear as day just how much you hate each other.

You know, because the tears roll down your cheeks when he kisses you, finally, finally on the lips. "I hate you," you sob into him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, down your chest, along the line of your bra. He ignores you for now, strong, muscular figure and hot, soft lips making their way down your body.

"I hate all the guys you fuck," he growls while licking a slit down your neck. "I hate all the guys that say they love you." a soft gasp escapes your mouth as he sucks on your neck. "And I hate the fact that you think I have no experience."

Ah. So, it was the ego that made him throw you on his bed. You let out a sigh as his tongue worked its way around your clothed breasts, the motion of his mouth creating stars on the ceiling. You didn't even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, or his pants falling to the floor. You couldn't even remember how to say that you hated him, just that you wanted him, just that you knew to ask him.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

In my defense, I have none

For digging up the grave another time

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

The stars got bigger and bigger as he flicked his tongue around your nipples, bra gone - when had he taken it off? The stars got bigger and your mind got smaller and soon all you could say was his name. All you could say was his name, "please Johnny please." and then it came out in a scream.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, grabbing the sheets with your left, body shifting up and down his bed, his cock now suddenly inches inside you. Big. He was so big. The tears rolled rolled down your cheeks as you bubbled his name, unable to comprehend. "Big, Johnny. Big." hiccupping his name.

All he did was grunt and breathe as he thrust his full length into you. He kissed your scream down, and it turned good. Now you were moaning and he and he was grunting, placing sloppy kisses each time he thrusted.

He couldn't help but think as the sounds left your mouth and you squirmed finally, finally how much he loved you. How much he'd always loved you. From your dreadful mornings to dreadful days, to afternoons where you cried your heart out on his shoulder. To times where he thought of you, when he was fucking her, and rightfully so, why she broke up with him. To the day where he cried because she'd called you the worst, most unthinkable thing. To the times he'd beaten up every good for nothing boyfriend, he'd loved you, forever and always, as he slowed his pace down.

"I love you," he murmured. You moaned his name, gripping his hair. "Johnny," and he'd never been scared his whole life but now he was as he released his cum inside you and you whined, "Johnny." and he was still scared as he pulled out and you woke up and smiled. "I love you too."

NCT THE ERAS MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[princeescaluswords]

Established Practice

I read a post about 'fictional characters are objects and can't be harmed' and 'you can't disrespect a fictional character.' Both of these takes are 100 percent correct. But that's never been the point I'm trying to make. Let me try to make it again and walk my readers through the steps.

I encountered a post which sneered at Scott McCall for so "easily throwing [Stiles] under the bus." Several people responded to this post, and the OP, to their credit, apologized and explained that this comment refers to Lies of Omission (5x09) and the infamous fight in the rain. They explained that it had been a few years since they had seen earlier seasons. I'm not mad at them, but it doesn't help their argument.

First, "easily." They rendered this judgement on Scott on the scene, and it has been echoed thousands of times by the fandom over the last eight years. At the time, this is what had happened to him during the season.

his girlfriend had been accused of murder and had had to leave to seek help for a serious supernatural crisis

his mentor and adult advisor had vanished while on a mission to help him and he was worried about him

his pack had been deceiving him and ignoring him

lots of teenagers were dying and he had been told it was his responsibility

he was experiencing a resurgence in his serious asthma condition which hampered his ability to fight the villains

he had promised his beta Liam to do everything to protect Hayden, who during the scene was dying 100 feet behind him

No one needed to have watched Seasons 1 through 4 to know this during the fight in the rain, because all of it was mentioned in the opening monologue of that very same episode. I'm pretty sure that this was on purpose to remind the audience of the incredible pressure Scott was under.

Second, "throwing [Stiles] under the bus." Is that what happened? I think, objectively, the only conclusions that Scott drew in that scene were that he didn't believe Stiles, he needed some space from Stiles, and he suggested -- after Stiles asked him what to do -- that he go talk to his dad. Scott didn't end their friendship, he didn't call Stiles names, he didn't even mention the fact that Stiles had concealed important information and lied to him more than once.

And yet I argue that over the last eight years the fandom has deliberately and purposefully ignored that entire context of that scene and its consequences. To reiterate the above point, you can't hurt or disrespect a fictional character, but I sincerely believe that fandom warps this scene (among others) for the purpose of their own enjoyment. They gain pleasure by turning a character of color from hero to villain, by eliminating all empathy for the character of color, and by positioning a white male character as the target of the character of color's unearned oppression.

I believe I can say this because it is part of a historical and cultural pattern where characters of color and their stories have consistently been mutilated by majority white audiences for their own entertainment.

I work in academia in the preservation of intellectual history; I encounter this particular phenomenon regularly. On my desk is a photograph from 1952 where a fraternity is participating in a campus-wide event where different organizations participate in theatrical skits. They're in blackface, presenting a picture of the Antebellum South as a social paradise. As part of my work, I examined the context. This wasn't happening in some rural backwater. This was on a university campus with black students. No one -- not students, not faculty, not administration -- said anything about this behavior, because it was "all in good fun." I guess they just wanted to let people enjoy things.

That's one example, but there are thousands and thousands more, and this behavior has had definite effects on media creation. Even as an ignorant white teenager in the 1980s, I noticed that characters of color in violent action-adventure stories were extremely likely to die, no matter what the outcome of the story , either to establish vicarious justice or to raise the stakes. That was their only purpose. It's getting better, I think we have to say that. Two decades before the scene Lies of Omission, the idea of a Latino actor like Tyler Posey playing a lead protagonist like Scott McCall would have been almost unthinkable. The best he could have hoped for would be to have played Jackson or Isaac. If by some chance he had been able to play Stiles the sidekick, he would almost certainly have been dead by the end of Season 2 in order to 'raise the stakes' for whichever white actor got to be Scott McCall. If by some miracle, Mr. Posey still got to play Scott in the nineties, the show would never have made three seasons, let alone six.

Fandom's reaction to the scene in Lies of Omission isn't an outlier. It's not an anomaly. It's part of a history of characters of color being seen as valid by audiences when used as object in support of white characters and only in support of white characters. Fandom could care less about the full dynamic of that scene or how the entire situation was a tragedy enabled by both Scott and Stiles (and Theo). There's no respect for the story that the production was trying to tell, but that's nothing new. The minimization of empathy and interest in characters of color has been going on for a very long time; the characters may not hurt by it, but we are.

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 8

Calista and Aaron try out this nectar making contraption then it's time for Kelly's birthday.

CW: Unicorn zombie with minor carton gore

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Calista: Buongiorno caro, Buon compleanno

Kelly: Grazie Ma. Pa, did you make my cake

Aaron: One chocolate cake, candle covered, ready for later

Kelly: Better go or I’ll miss the bus, can’t wait to rub my birthday in everyone’s faces!

Calista: He’s sure got enthusiasm

Aaron: Have you see Deanna yet Tesoro

Calista: No but Devin text half an hour ago saying she was heading home and Deanna had slept a good chunk of the night

Aaron: Ready to start our nectar empire?

Calista: *laughs* bring it on

Aaron: So what do we start with

Calista: Harvesting and watering

Aaron: I meant after that

Calista: I think you need to clarify your questions councillor

Aaron: *laughs* Yes captain

Calista: Let’s do the apples while we get the hang of it, they’re probably going to be less successful than the grapes anyway

The two get in and start stomping!

Aaron: It feels so weird

Calista: Come on amore, channel your ancestors

Aaron: I’m pretty sure they were all sheep farmers not nectar- UHHH

Calista: Oh and he slips straight on his butt, the crowd goes wild!

Aaron: It’s not like this is a flat surface

Calista: You’ll need a better defense than- UHHH

Aaron: I see you’ve decided to join my sit in

Calista: *laughs* I picked the wrong coloured pants for this

Despite starting at the same time Aaron finishes his bottle first. They both do a second bottle of apple nectar, they all end up average  despite my thinking they would be poor.

Aaron: Here, I’ll clean this one and you start your grape nectar in it while I clean yours

Calista: You’re just showing off about finishing early

Aaron: Oh Tesoro, you know I show off about everything

Calista: Well maybe finishing early isn’t the brag you think it is. You’ve certainly never bragged about finishing early before. Normally you brag about lasting-

Aaron: Don’t make me sweat, the nectar will go funny

Despite not feeling like it, Deanna got up, showered, and is working on the homework she was too upset to do last night. At least the lines of physics and comedy take her mind off Paris. Wondering where she is, how she’s doing, who she might have met… She pulls herself together and decides to head to campus early to get her presentation finished before classes.

I mean if there is a good view while nectar making this has got to be it! Aaron and Calista each make a bottle of grape nectar for the cellar, and discover how more colourful grape splatter is to fall into. When they’re finished they head off to shower off the sticky, but being self absorbed and active sims they both try fit in a workout before the birthday party.

Luna arrives early and assures Aaron her twins will not be attending the party, Alfred would get overwhelmed and Rilian is still somewhat afraid of Kelly.

Kelly: So this is it Bun Bun. Teenage time. Time to find out if my guesses will be anything close

Bun Bun: *sits in comforting silence*

Kelly: I am going to miss hugging you though. I wish it wasn’t limited to childish sims. Better do one more hug for luck

Calista: Table set, guests invited, cake out. It’s go time!

Eliza: I love how your house is always tidy

Calista: That’s Aaron, vacuumed everything early this morning

Sims gather round and the traditional birthday song begins. Kelly thinks of his wish, blows the candles and… nothing

Kelly: Why didn’t the candles go out

Joey: Surprise! I got you fake candles for your gift

Kelly: *laughs fakely* Go get me water to put them out if you don’t want me setting you on fire

Joey: *laughing* warning heard

Candles out, time to spin!

My teenagers get a trait rolled from their parents traits and Kelly has got the over achiever trait from Aaron. Blue is his last favourite colour, he likes basic furniture and style choices are hipster, rocker and polished. New likes include video gaming, malicious interactions, and flirtation. New dislikes include flower arranging, pet enthusiasts and classical music. He’s also rolled being pansexual with romantic attraction to female sims. I'm also trying out randomising the aspiration category and choosing from within that rather than randomising a specific thing (because he rolled Friend of the World, I don't think that fits) so he's going to be trying to become president (still in the popularity section)

Oh yeah and Deanna got a post breakup makeover.

Anya: So what’s it like being old

Kelly: Weird. And kind of annoying

Drake: Your face is annoying

Kelly: You’re still mad about that sleepover comment? At least I didn’t age up with that makeup disaster on

Drake: Shut up! It’s just my party outfit

Chasity: I think Drake is just revealing his style

Drake: Am not

Kelly: Grazie for coming

Devin: A thank you? Who are you and what have you done with my brother

Kelly then goes in for a hug, taking me and Devin by surprise.

Devin: You all good gremlin

Kelly: It just... feels strange to be this tall

Devin: Hate to break it to you but actually we’re all short

Kelly: Maybe. Something just feels off

Luna: Are you hiding in here

Deanna: No. Someone just needed to fix the TV

Joey: And that had to be you because…

Deanna: Because I’m learning handiness for my degree. Why the inquisition?

Luna: I think your hair looks nice. Did you enjoy shopping with Devin

Deanna: I never enjoy shopping. But I am glad to have a proper skin shade now

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[tokuvivor]

For the two good guy prompt lena and Gosalyn

YES!!! I love this idea! The two of them have very similar vibes, but in a different way, if you understand what I’m saying.

I give you…

A Night at the Movies

Originated from this post.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in Duckburg. For Lena, though, things were maybe a little too low-key.

Webby was off on some sort of adventure with her family, and Violet was busy doing Woodchucking stuff with Boyd. So naturally, that left her in a bind. She wanted somebody to hang out with.

Then she remembered: Gosalyn. Dewey’s friend from St. Canard. The two girls didn’t know each other all that well, but Lena figured it was worth a shot.

So Lena pulled out her phone, pulled up Gosalyn’s number, and fired a quick ‘Hey’ to her. Then she waited. It only took a few minutes before she got a text back.

Uh…who is this? If you’re trying to sell me some Beakscoin, I’m not interested.

Crap. Gosalyn must not have her saved yet.

No, I’m not trying to scam you or anything. This is Lena Sabrewing.

Shoot! Sorry about that, Lena. Guess I forgot to save you as a contact. Anyway, what’s up?

You wanna hang out?

Today? Like, right now?

Yeah. I’m just kinda bored right now.

Okay, let’s do it. I’ll try and get Launchpad to drive me to Duckburg. Where should we meet up?

I dunno, the park? We can go from there, I guess.

Perfect. See you there.

Lena put her phone down and smiled to herself. ‘Maybe today doesn’t have to suck,’ she thought.

She retreated downstairs. One of her fathers, Ty, was in the living room, reading a book on carpentry projects.

“Hey, Dad?”

Ty glanced up from his book. “Yes, Lena?”

“Is it okay if I go out and hang with a friend?”

“Yes, of course,” Ty replied. “Which one of your friends is it?”

“Gosalyn. Like, I’ve only met her a couple times, but she’s basically part of our group now,” Lena explained to her father. “She’s the one that Launchpad and Drake Mallard took in.”

“Ah, yes,” Ty remembered. “I have not met her, but I certainly trust them enough. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t be out too late, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Lena resigned. “I gotcha. Thanks, Dad.”

“You’re welcome, honey. I’ll see you when I see you.”

And Lena headed out the door towards the park.

After Lena arrived at Duckburg Park, she had to wait a little before Gosalyn arrived. But it wasn’t too long before a semi-familiar blue car pulled up, accompanied by two familiar faces.

“Lena!” exclaimed Gosalyn.

“Hey,” Lena replied. She waited until Gosalyn got out of the car, and then the two bumped fists.

“Hey, Lena,” said Launchpad.

“‘Sup, Launchpad,” Lena chimed back.

“Okay, Gos, just call me when you need a ride back,” Launchpad continued, turning to face the other girl. “Your dad said not to stay out too late, though.”

“No problem, Launchpad,” replied Gosalyn. “We got the hang of it.”

“Alright. Have fun, you two.” And Launchpad drove away.

“So,” Lena began, “what do you wanna do?”

“Dunno,” Gosalyn replied. “What really is there to do in Duckburg?”

“Definitely quite a bit,” explained Lena. “Not sure what might work for us, though.”

“Let’s walk on it, then,” suggested Gosalyn. And the two girls set off, walking along the various paths at the park.

Admittedly, Lena and Gosalyn didn’t have a lot of options. They didn’t have a lot of money. And they could only really go as far as the bus could take them. They kinda needed to get creative.

And then, Gosalyn spied the perfect idea, hanging on a lamppost.

“Boom!” she exclaimed. “There’s our answer.”

“What is?” Lena asked.

She leaned in closer to look at the poster Gosalyn had found.

It read, “Attention DU community! The Duckburg University Film Department presents…a classic horror double-feature! Alien and Night of the Living Dead. Open to any and all. Saturday, October 17th, 5 PM, on the quad. Admission is free! Refreshments will be provided!”

“Whoa,” said Lena.

“My friend,” Gosalyn replied, “I believe we have just hit the jackpot.”

Lucky for the two girls, the campus of Duckburg University wasn’t too far away.

When they got to the quad, they were rather impressed. Rows of chairs were set up on the grass before a massive projection screen. There was a row of tables off to the side, where students were selling food and drinks.

Lena picked out a couple seats for the two of them, while Gosalyn got some food. She was a bit worried that she and Lena would be taken out due to their age, but thankfully, none of the students working the event really seemed to care that two teenage girls were there; they were mostly focused on making money from the event.

She made her way back over to Lena.

“This totally rocks!” Gosalyn exclaimed. “Dad and Launchpad would never take me to something like this.”

“Something, something, you’re too young?” Lena guessed.

“Well, that, and the fact that they’re just not huge horror fans,” Gosalyn explained. “One time, Launchpad went to see one, and he got paranoid about mole monsters after.”

“No way!” Lena gasped. “I remember that. That was the time that he and Tea Time took me, Webby, and the guys to the movies.”

“Mrs. Beakley, right?”

Lena nodded.

“Damn,” Gosalyn thought out loud. “Small world.”

“Anyway,” Lena continued, “I like having someone else to watch horror movies with. The four boys really aren’t crazy about them, so I usually watch with Webby and Violet. But I can never really tell whether Webby enjoys the movies we watch, or is terrified by them. She just sits there, watching in silence. And Vi has the habit of pausing them every ten or so minutes, just so she can comment on how unrealistic certain parts of whatever we’re watching are.”

“But you put up with it, all the same?” Gosalyn questioned.

“Well, yeah,” Lena answered. “They still mean a lot to me. And I don’t want to force them to change those horror-watching habits. I think it’s just cool to have someone to kinda lay back and just soak the movie in with every once in a while.”

“Well, shoot,” Gosalyn replied, an uncontrollable grin on her face. “Thanks, Lena. I’m still kinda getting used to this “having friends” thing, so I’m glad to hear you say that. I like actually having someone to enjoy these kinds of things with, too.”

“Good, good,” Lena responded. “Ooh, looks like it’s starting soon.” She grabbed a handful of popcorn from her bag and chomped down.

By the time the double feature had ended, the sun had set on Duckburg. The streets were now gently illuminated with the glow of street lights, as well as the cars’ headlights.

Lena and Gosalyn had spent the evening movie watching, joking around, and snapping photos, even posting a few on Quackchat.

“…and then the alien burst out of the officer’s chest!” Lena recalled. “That was awesome!”

“Right?!” Gosalyn replied. “I read somewhere that the other actors weren’t told beforehand what was going to happen with Kane, so those were their genuine reactions.”

“I love it!” Lena exclaimed. “And now it’s an iconic piece of film history.”

The two girls laughed.

“Ohhhh…” Gosalyn sighed. “We should totally do this again sometime.”

“Yes. We should,” Lena agreed. “Your place or mine. Ooh, or better yet, at Casa McMoneybags.”

“Girls’ Night?” Gosalyn quizzed.

Lena nodded, a smirk creeping across her bill. “Girls’ Night. After all, you are part of the girls’ side now.”

“Awesome!” Gosalyn grinned.

Then the two noticed a blue car approaching, one wheel veering onto the curb somewhat haphazardly.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Gosalyn concluded. “I’ll see you later, Lena.”

“Not if I see you first,” Lena challenged.

The two girls bumped fists again, and then once Gosalyn got in, the car drove back off into the night.

As soon as it disappeared out of sight, Lena began walking back home. She smiled in a reminiscing manner. Even though her day didn’t seem too promising at first, she enjoyed how it turned out. She definitely liked spending time with Gosalyn.

She couldn’t wait to tell her dads and Violet.

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️|Hobie Brown

previous: –six.

–seven.

THIRD PERSON POV

Sasha chuckled nervously, sitting on the couch beside Hobie. Miles, Gwen and another guy named Pavitr, who's name she learned on the drive there, all sat on the floor looking at her with wide smiles.

She took a hot shower and got to brush her teeth, feeling so much cleaner and refreshed. Hobie gave her a band t-shirt and a pair of his basketball shorts, that were a little big on her, so he used a safety pin to make it fit her waist.

He then urged her to drink some water and take aspirin for her hangover.

"Come on now, quit the starin', she's not a tourist attraction." Hobie pulled her closer to his side, surprising her. His arm was slung over her shoulder, his fingers rubbing her arms.

She smiled.

His scent was alluring to her. She sank into his hold, feeling warm and safe.

"But I can't, she's sooooo pretty!" Pavitr beamed.

Gwen and Miles nodded in agreement.

Sasha gave a wide closed mouth smile, due to her eating a pizza Hobie got her on the way back. "Thank you." She finally said after swallowing.

"Do you like Hobie?" Pavitr smirked and glanced at Hobie.

Hobie shook his head and smirked at the question.

Sasha had all eyes on her.  She grew nervous.

"Ya don't have to answer that, doll." Hobie assured her, his head resting on top of Sasha's head, engulfed by her massive fluff of hair.

But she wanted to.

"Okay." She finished her pizza.

Deep down, maybe Hobie did want her to answer.

Pavitr groaned. "You're no fun, Hobie."

"Lie again." Hobie muttered.

"We all know that's a lie." Gwen said.

Miles added. "Hobie is the most fun here."

Pavitr sighed, laying flat on his back. "You're right."

"How come I never see you two on campus?"Sasha glanced between Gwen and Miles.

"Because we're famous or whatever, we do everything online." Miles boasted with a smile. "Sometimes when we have time, we pop in on campus just to see our fans."

Gwen laughed. "Yeah basically."

The door opened. They all whipped their heads to the door, except for Hobie, he didn't really care.

Jessica walked in—Miguel and Peter B with Mayday in the carrier right behind of her. "Since you guys don't have a show today, we can stay in and do a little karaoke—" she stared at Sasha. "Who's she?"

"Hi." Sasha waved awkwardly.

Miguel appeared from behind of Jessica, a hint of obvious anger in his voice. "Hobie."

Hobie sat up and looked at him. "Why's it always me?"

"Because you're always doing something." Miguel retorted. He stared at Sasha, giving her an intimidating stare. "Dios mio...are you the girl from the articles?"

Sasha turned her head to Gwen and Miles with an alarming look. "I thought you guys said no one could tell it was me."

Gwen grinned awkwardly. "They can't. It was just a good guess Miguel made."

Jess put a hand on her hip. "So you brought your little one night stand to the tour bus?"

Hobie screwed up his face. "Woah! Woah! What's with the names now? Come on, her name's Sasha and she's nice."

Jess sighed then looked at Sasha. "Just don't steal anything."

Sasha nodded quickly.

Miguel said nothing and took a seat, Jess sat beside him.

"HEY!" Peter B danced in the doorway with Mayday's little hand grabbing his fingers.

"Peter! Mayday!" Miles, Pavitr and Gwen stood and surrounded Peter.

Hobie stayed seated beside Sasha. "Oi B!" He did a salute to Mayday. "Little anarchist."

Mayday giggled.

"Mr. Parker?" Sasha perked up.

"Sasha." Peter B waved. Mayday tilted her head.

"Ya know 'em?" Hobie asked.

"Yeah, he's one of my lecturers."

"One of the best students in my class." Peter smiled.

Hobie played with her hair. "A little genius."

"Are we gonna get started with this karaoke or what?" Jessica spoke through a mic, startling everyone.

Pavitr ran towards her. "Me first!"

🎸

Next part: –eight.

Tags: @urmotherswhor3

[hseungi]

dreaming about the shy ice skater boy was probably normal for girls your age considering how handsome he is, but not for you. you rarely get dreams, so why was someone you barely know — park sunghoon — show up in your dreams? and the most shocking part? he was dreaming about you too.

PAIRING. sunghoon x f!reader

GENRE. soulmates au, school au, romance, fluff

TYPE. written mini-series

WARNING/S. cursing + more to be added each chapter

CHAPTER 02: unsaid feelings

one - masterlist - three

sunghoon woke up, much earlier than he previously does. he wanted to find you on the bus again. he doesn't mind if you sleep, your presence was enough to lift his mood. he was quite sad that his coach called him yesterday. so, he decided to talk to you today.

just like what he expected, he found you in his dreams. you were laughing about something he said, and he couldn't wait to hear it in real life.

he entered the bus and sat in the same place yesterday. the bus was quickly filled with passengers, and he waited for you. he saved a seat for you. sunghoon realized the bus was getting too full so he sat on your seat instead, and a stranger sat on his seat. he was sad, he really wanted to see and talk to you on the way to school.

+

he searched the campus for you, and thankfully, it didn't take long. he saw you getting stuff from your locker. "yn?" he showed a small wave.

"oh, sunghoon! is there something wrong?" you examine the pout on his face. this guy just gets cuter and more handsome every day.

"i thought i would see you on the bus today. i even saved a seat for you."

"oh, sorry. my mom wanted to drive me to school today. but, we can ride the bus together next time!"

"can we go tomorrow?"

"of course!" you saw him smile, and you did too.

"what's your next class?"

"i have physics, you?"

"i'll walk you to your class, would that be fine?"

"sure but you could be late…" this time, you were the one who pouted.

"well, our classes are quite near each other. don't worry, let's go!" he grabbed your hand and you followed him along.

+

while you were walking through the hallway, there were a lot of gasps and muttered words from students around you, and you were sure it was because of you and hoon.

sunghoon looked at your worried look. "hey, don't worry. im here, don't mind them." you can feel his thumb caressing your hand, and you gave him a small smile.

you both finally arrive at your classroom, bidding sunghoon goodbye.

sunghoon looked at you sitting on your seat and setting up your things. he ignored the weird looks of your classmates. looking around, he saw jake raising his eyebrow. oh no. he wasn't ready for the teasing he was about to get.

+

after 3 hours of classes, it was finally lunch break. sunghoon sat with jay, jungwon, and sunoo. the others had a different lunch schedule. this was the only time he was grateful that jake wasn't here.

"sunghoon, you look happy today. let me guess, good dreams?" he heard jay's question and chuckled.

"ooh, i bet he dreamt of his crush." sunoo joked, but he wasn't really that far off...

"wait… didn't you tell me you dreamt about someone, hoon?" wrong time, jungwon.

"sunghoon? i feel so betrayed! who is this lucky person you're dreaming of?!"

"well, you didn't ask, sun! and it's no one."

"let me guess, you found out who the girl is. didn't you hyung?"

"what- jungwon, no."

"come on, who's the girl, hoon?"

"OH MY GOD. ITS A GIRL-"

"okay SHUSH. i'll tell you but not now."

"FINE, BUT ILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT."

"kim sunoo, don't tell the whole school!!" sunghoon shouted, and sunoo started running. of course, sunghoon chased him.

"why am i the mature one…"

"it's okay won, at least you're cool."

+

you had a different lunch schedule which means you couldn't eat with sunoo. during days like these, you usually eat alone. "yn!" you turned around and you saw jake. all you know about him is that he's friends with sunghoon and sunoo, and he's one of the smartest students in your class. lucky him, and you don't know if it's because he's friends with sunghoon or the latter. maybe even both.

"jake? what are you doing here?" "you know me?" "of course, i know you! you're the smartest in the class. but, i could ask the same thing… you know me?" "well, i saw you and sunghoon today. i was suprised since sunghoon's class is far from yours." "oh, it is? he told me it was close to mine though?" jake smiled, looks like sunghoon is in love. "he probably did that to walk with you. also, would you like to sit together?" "yeah, sure." you showed a smile before following him.

you and jake were talking about your class when a tall guy intervened. "HYUNG!!" "niki, stop screaming! there are people here." "sorry…" the black-haired boy sat down and he noticed you. "uh, who are you?" "oh, right, sorry. i'm yn."

he looked at both you and jake and pointed a finger at the two of you. basically, he assumed you two were dating. "NO! you got the wrong idea." you nervously chuckled.

you saw jake whisper something to the boy's ear, and he looked shocked after hearing it. you were curious, but you didn't want to pry.

"niki, don't embarrass yourself. she's sunghoon's lover!" jake whispered in his ear, hoping that you or anyone else won't hear it.

+

lunch was quite awkward at first, but you've gotten used to it by now. they are fun to be around, chaotic, but fun. you were curious to why they kept asking about sunghoon, aren't they friends? but, you hope to find the reason someday, just not today.

thankfully, you had another free period so you went to the library. sunoo, jake, and niki were all busy with class, so you went alone. you rarely go to the library, you weren't a book worm. the only thing you like about the library was the AC, especially during summer.

you got a random book, and found a table near the windows. "you like windows, huh?" you glanced at the direction of the voice, it was him again. but, you weren't complaining.

"hoon?" you saw him took the seat in front of you. "did you get home safely yesterday?" "yeah, i did. what about you?" "i did too."

sunghoon wanted to say, "i did too. and i dreamt about you." but he didn't want to sound weird. he was still trying to get to know you, and he absolutely did not want his chances to vanish.

so, sunghoon did the only thing someone would do to get to know them better. he asked you questions about your likes and dislikes, he listened attentively and tried his best not to miss any detail. he even wrote some on his notes app so that he wouldn't forget. that's how badly he wants to get to know you. but, there was still one question left un-asked. and that was why do you keep showing up in his dreams?

+

you walked to your locker, class already ended, and all you needed to do was fix your things. your mom told you to go home as soon as school ended. after being back from a business trip, your mom wanted to spend time with you. you weren't exceptionally close with your mom, but just enough to comfortably exchange a few words.

you started walking to the gate of the campus, but you heard sunghoon call your name and run2u.

"yn! are you going home?" "yes, my mom told me to go home early. wait- don't you have training?" "i skipped it today." and you gasped. "what?! why would you do that?" "i wanted to walk you home today! i mean, if it's fine of course." him putting his hand over his nape and looking at the ground nervously made him even cuter. "it's fine with me, but that's not a valid reason for you to skip training!" "it's valid for me. come on, your mom said you should go home early right?" how could you ever say no to him?

sighing, you both started walking to your house. along the way, you felt sunghoon's hand hold yours. "your hands might get cold, i'll hold them for you." you looked up to him with a smile, just to find out he was already smiling at you.

one - masterlist - three

[risu5waffles]

Five Years Is Not Hardly Any Time at All

Or, alternatively, five years is forever? One of those.

i wasn't really going to do anything Pride-y this year? Hardly seems much like it, what wiv corpos deciding maybe discretion (tossing queer folx under the bus) were the better part of valor (making all the monies). tumblr going triggerhappy on trans women's blogs is kinda Pride-y, but, like, that seems a bit of an all-year-round tyrefire, so... like, not really special for June?

Mostly, really, it's the multiple genocides on-going (tho', i've seen less and less news from Gaza, and i can only wonder why that might be /sarcasm), and this not-inexorable, we can't allow ourselves to feel like there's no stopping it, but still inexorable-feeling gallop into fascism.

All of that would take the wind out of most anyone's sails. Aside from, i dunno, folx who're really down wiv other people dying for our colonialism? But, fuck those folx. They're probably down wiv cops at Pride, and, again, fuck all of that wiv a bucket of rotten whipped cream.

Still, it has been five years, and this last year has been a whole lot. Like, personal-progress-wise a whole lot in the positive sense (it's also been a whole lot in the not particularly positive sense, a bit of a mixed bag really).

We got the passport sorted. Got our diagnosis, regardless of how i feel about needing it, got set up on hrt (8months on the ooze!). We've largely got the pins in place for the birth cert/name change. i think. Bureaucracy stresses me at the best of times, and bureaucracy at an overseas distance is not the best of times by any stretch.

It's been a busy year, and a pretty good one. It's been weird.

So, you know, i guess i could be persuaded to do something nice for y'all a little as a treat.

And a little bird told me that exploding-hammer-clowncar matt and @staff do so love trans girl's timelines.

This was... '98 or maybe '99? We were out of that apartment by spring '00. Honestly, the most i can say is, holy shit look at the fucking size of that place! 350 bucks a month and literally right off Marquette Campus are you fucking kidding wiv this shite? i loved the hell out of that apartment.

This is easily, hands-down the best picture i have from the before, and maybe the best experience i had. File name says 2006, so there were still a lot of days before waking up. i remember i couldn't get off the ground on my own, for the suspension. Honeybunny came over and she stood in front of me, put her hands under my elbows, and lifted me up, and i would have died for her right then and there if she'd asked me to. i remember how good it felt just hanging, and how sickening it was feeling the weight of myself settle back on my bones when they put me down, and i wept and didn't know why. It was a lot. Honestly, my transition goal is just getting an opportunity to retake this picture, just, not so dreadfully thin.

Now, those, i admit, were cherry-picked pix. They're the ones i feel most positive about pre-transition. But, i'm way more happy wiv the ones i've been taking now.

i don't think i've ever taken a picture where i was so happy. i wasn't even really trying for it, i was just trying to find a good place to set the phone so the angle would be right. It's not even really a "good" picture per se, but... when i looked at it to see if it was what i was going for for a better one, and i was honestly a little shocked? i didn't know i could look so happy wivout, like, mugging for the camera? Even compared to a year ago, that is such a massive change.

<happy squirrel dance>

Oh, right, i did do a video, like the one last year, so... i wasn't really gonna do one, but then i watched I Saw the TV Glow a couple days back, and it fucked me up royally, so here's 20some minutes of unscripted nannering that doesn't even really touch the surface of how i felt about that movie. Dang, but it is just... fuck it was so good, tho'.

Right. i'm done. It's midnight, and i haven't turned into a pumpkin. But i do need to fucking sleep.

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

December

hello everyone, i know it's already day 23 of January 2024, literal almost a month after the month ends and is already on another year, but at least i'm here yaaay (i really need to start writing the monthly post a week before said month ends 😭)

December was actually, just as thrilling cliff-hanging as November! thing is my countdown to my other coldplay show was finally down to under 50 days and it was also the end of the very first semester.

just in the true fashion of my life, my adventure this time is: going back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik in under 24 hours (22 hours to be exact!) on a back-to-back journey just for school and seeing my hometown again 😂

so, as you can tell, i have so many assignments and one of them is a practical skill's lab project where i have a typodont (a phantom model of human teeth embedded in wax) and i pretend to apply orthodontic treatment on it to correct the malocclusion. it was not easy at all. it's quite literally a simulation of what will happen and what should i do when i treat an actual patient. the project lasted for almost five months and even the class didn't stop once the semester break came around, that is why i had to go back and forth between Jakarta and Tasik: i don't want to lose my holidays while still having to attend the weekly class 😂

some will say i'm insane because it's so tiring to do so and indeed it was super exhausting. but if you know me, i'm the type to do just about anything for my loved ones (my parents were staying at Tasik to take care of things and it's been a while i visited my grandparents' last resting place) so it was no big deal at all to endure 7 hours of bus trip each and then 1 hour commute to the station/home. a total 16 hours in 48 hours timeframe spent on the road. and it's worth it, every second of it, because i got to relax and work in the middle of lush green and rice fields... it was the very definition of healing time. i was still under the pressure of stress and deadline to finish that last project, but at least i did it while being surrounded by serene nature and with my mum and dad 😂😂😂 it's such a nice drastic change to do wire bending with all my pliers and stainless steel wires and orthodontic brackets with herd of ducks quacking loudly near me and farmers ploughing soil to plant rice seeds... best part? zero pollution! no light/sound/air pollution whatsoever and i get to see amazing sceneries right out of my windows every day! rain every evening to help me and my mum water the plants (which are thriving!) Mt Galunggung in its majestic full view... woah. it's my best treasure tbh nothing else compares

the most unexpected thing was that our class for that subject/project is usually scheduled on Thursday (so for the first back-and-forth journey i made sure to go back to Jakarta on Wednesday and get back to Tasik on Thursday right after the class ended) and for the second week, my prof suddenly requested us to come to the campus on Tuesday, and guess when did he sent the message to inform us? 6 AM on said Tuesday!!!!! oh you couldn't imagine my panic, how am i supposed to be in Jakarta in less than 4 hours!? thankfully my prof is a lenient one and he let me and kak Mandy (who was in Bandung at the time) to join the class from zoom. another good news is that class is to be our closing session for the project, and that i can just send my typodont instead of coming in person to submit the assignment. yet again Allah's plan is always better than my most carefully thought of one 🥺

the rest of the break i get to spend every day at my hometown just recharging my energy and soaking every positive molecule there is, and my mum have this brilliant idea to buy a table tennis equipment!

at first, not fully knowing the impact of my mum's seemingly random decision, i opposed the buying of said table tennis because it's quite expensive. but after it arrived and i got to play against my mum and dad (who happen to be great players!) i finally understand that my mum knew fully well i don't like outdoor sports (solely because i hate the sun getting my face so red lol) so table tennis is the best option! it's so fun to play and i still get to exert my whole body to get that exercising regime my nutritionist has told me years to do so 😂

for new year's eve, the end of 2023 is the quietest one yet. with just my parents, deep in the greens, miles from the city, and just watching Pengabdi Setan 2/Satan's Slaves 2 (exactly my style hahaha getting my dad to watch it!) i moved over to 2024. just saying and sending out my prayers to welcome the new year and hope i can go through whatever i must face in the future. and again, just how i like it, not many fireworks were blasted so it wasn't that rowdy. it almost didn't feel like NYE celebration, all is calm and cool.

i love slow living, far away from the crowded areas, i could quite literally stay in my hometown at my house and just. be there 😂 it's so easy for me because as long as i have my loved ones with me and a roof above my head, enough to live and get by... that is all. to reach that tranquility and peace of mind is one of the highest priority/goal for me. hope one day after i've accomplished my dreams i get to reside and rest where my heart has always been dwelling.

here's to another journey in 2024, i hope we can together make it through. see you in the January post, that as i said in my Nov one, i'm counting down 3 days to my trip to Singapore and 4 days until i see coldplay again, historic moment as i'll be back to the stadium where i first saw the band 7 years ago!!! see you all soon 💙

[glass-rose-paperweight]

I just want to take a moment to talk about what the “gifted track” at my school was like. Because in a lot of ways, it was closer to the popular media depiction.

It started in 2nd grade. You had to take a special test to get in (a test I have 0 memory of taking). Once a week, you got to bus over to a different campus that was part of the school system. For a whole day, you got to be with a whole other teacher and do things completely outside of the school curriculum. I was learning about neurons and how the brain worked in the 2nd grade. We had entire units on the Titanic and Louis and Clark. There was a whole semester I think dedicated to invention and creation where they gave us a bunch of different challenges worth different amounts of points and we had to figure out how to complete them. In 6th grade, we had a unit on ASL and a (small) unit on paper airplanes.

The units and classes we fun. The whole point of it was to think outside the box and be creative. Perhaps surprisingly, those of us that were part of this program didn’t really get bullied for it (I was bullied pretty heavily throughout elementary school. Being a part of the program was never a reason for it). I loved the program. In hindsight, I really do think the test we had to take was an unintentional screener for neurodivergence.

It stopped in 6th grade because that was when the “advanced” classes started. And there was an unspoken expectation that those of us who were in the program would take the advanced classes track, as though that was an adequate replacement. Our fun and creative learning got replaced with harder concepts and a bigger homework load. None of us had much choice about it in 7th or 8th grade, but there were only 1 or 2 classes back then. We had choices when we got to highschool, but by that point, it was already ingrained in us to take the harder classes. Most of the people in the advanced track classes and AP classes were in the gifted program in elementary school. Instead of external forces pushing us into class loads we could barely handle, we were expected to do it ourselves.

It’s one of the reasons I got so much flack for not doing it my senior year. My junior year was spent taking algebra 3 and organic chemistry at the same time. The homework load was absolutely unreasonable, and I only had one extra curricular activity of debate. I decided I didn’t want to do that again. Against the encouragement and suggestion and argument of pretty much every person in my life - parents, teachers, counselor - I chose to take way easier classes my senior year. And I don’t regret it because I was already burnt out. After junior year, I was fucking burnt out, not that anybody knew or could have recognized it.

I guess my point in talking about all this is to say: even in the “good” programs that don’t have nearly as many issues as what the OP was explaining, burn out is still a very real problem, one that doesn’t get better upon graduation because suddenly, you are expected to take care of yourself basically independently, possibly hundreds of miles away from the support system of your family, and many gifted/former-gifted kids have no idea that they’re neurodivergent, and that complicates things even further.

(Also, side note about the whole existential crisis that they’re not special, I can’t speak for anyone else at my school, but I had this crisis in 7th grade, when suddenly I was in a classroom of peers who were all just as smart as me and just as able to tackle harder academic concepts, something I hadn’t been exposed to in my “normal” classes before. Especially since I had always been bullied for being “smart”, if had been a core part of my identity that had never been shaken with the gifted program because the point of the gifted program wasn’t knowing but learning. We didn’t get grades like we did in normal classes. We did t get tested. So I didn’t need to be smart, and that wasn’t a part of myself I was measuring against the other students, which I think was one reason the gifted program felt so freeing. But when the advanced classes started, suddenly, that was the MAIN thing being focused on, and I found myself competing against people who knew stuff just as well as I did. And I can’t imagine that was a singular experience, when it came to people in my specific program or kids in gifted programs more broadly)

I think a lot of the skepticism and derision toward the idea of "gifted kid burnout" stems from the fact that a lot of folks have no idea what the gifted track in most high schools actually looks like; they've got this mental image, possibly informed by popular media depictions, of "gifted kids" as a privileged group of students who get to go on extra field trips, monopolise the teachers' attention in class, and constantly be told how special they are, but are otherwise treated identically to all the other kids.

In practice, the gifted track in most high schools – most North American high schools at any rate – has the same problem as any other educational program: the need to adhere to published metrics. These programs exist for the benefit of students only insofar as those benefits can empirically be measured, which leads to several common outcomes:

Students on the gifted track being afforded fewer choices regarding elective classes – often to the extent of having no choices at all – in order to stream the highest-performing students into the subjects that are most valuable in terms of boosting institutional metrics.

Students on the gifted tracking receiving restricted access to educational resources such as tutoring because it's perceived as a waste of resources. In many cases, gifted students are not only denied access to tutoring, but expected to serve as volunteer tutors and teaching assistants themselves, effectively becoming a source of unpaid educational labour for the schools they attend.

Students on the gifted track being assigned considerably more homework, often literally doubling their workload in an environment where homework loads are already routinely high enough that kids have difficulty finding time to eat and sleep, simply because you get more measurable academic performance data that way.

The upshot is that the gifted track is often less about fun perks and constant praise, and more about receiving less freedom, fewer resources, and heavier workloads than one's peers, getting strong-armed into providing unpaid labour to the school on top of it, and constantly being told one should be grateful for it – and that's without touching on the fact that the unspoken secondary purpose of many gifted programs is to serve as a quarantine for all the neurodivergent kids the school couldn't find an excuse to institutionalise or expel.

Like, shit, there's a reason kids on the gifted track exhibit elevated rates of alcoholism and substance abuse compared to general student populations. That doesn't arise in a vacuum!

(To be clear, I'm not saying that people graduating from high school and immediately having an existential crisis upon realising they're not special after all isn't a thing that happens, but in my experience that's more usually something that happens to the kids who were on the football team, and reframing it as a nerd culture thing is really weird.)

[starlostseungmin]

sparks fly — yang jeongin.　（ as the day ends ）

summary : you stopped celebrating birthdays after you woke up to the harsh reality of the world around you but what if your best friend gave you a gift that would paint your blank canvas into something more than what you were expecting?

✰ pairing : bestfriend!jeongin x fem!reader (with she/her pronouns)

✰ genre : friends to lovers, mutual pining, college au, a slice of life, romance.

✰ warnings : jumping to the waterfalls, reader’s parents always fighting, reader is an only child, mentions of food and a bit of alcohol, kissing, profanity, dark places, lmk if i missed one, semi-proofread.

✰ word count : 7.4k

✰ playlist : sparks fly by taylor swift, youth by troye sivan, paradise by chase atlantic, perfect blues by hannah bahng, and you! by lany.

disclaimer !!　after a year from the last fic of this series, i have decided to write the fic for jeongin please see the series’ masterlist and playlist. hi @starseungs my beloved this is my “thank you” for writing me that seungmin fic mwah 𖹭 reblogging and leaving feedbacks are highly appreciated.

What do you know about young love? 

It is caused by infatuation, that’s a sure guess. Yet sometimes it becomes serious after everyone considers it a simple crush. 

It paints a smile unknowingly as they stare at the ceiling before they sleep. There’s a possibility that they won’t be able to because they keep on tossing and turning. Maybe stalk their crush’s social media trying to be careful not to press the heart button imprinted under an old photo, wonder if they also think of them, steal glances when no one else is looking, and always make sure that they’re doing good from afar, cheer for them secretly, daydreamingーJeongin was once like this. 

A regular high school student who went to school like he usually does didn’t expect to fall in love with another schoolmateーthe one that made his heart fly with the clouds upon seeing you standing on a line at the gym during the orientation. Was it love at first sight? Or was it because he knew you were one of the top students while he was almost at the bottom of the rank out of 350 students in your batch? 

It was the first. The second one was a plus. 

His friends knew. 

It was obvious how he skipped class just to walk past your classroom and when the teacher caught him, he’d profusely run away. Or there were times he’d slip letters into your locker on White Day, Valentine’s Day, finals week, or when he saw you feeling under the weather. Those letters were written anonymously with that horrible handwriting you could barely read but made you feel better. 

He’d get into the same bus and leave at the same bus stop to ensure you get home safely. You thought he was living around the neighborhood when you saw him but never gave much attention to it. Lend you his umbrella when you didn’t have one so he’d run under the rain heading outside the campus without you getting a chance to say thank youーafter that, his friend recognized the umbrella sitting on Jeongin’s desk with a small note instead. Blood rushed to his cheeks upon reading the note as his friends teased him. 

Jeongin was lovesick and you thought he was just being a gentleman. You were too busy to give it some time and he hid it even if his friends pushed him to confess, he didn’t. 

Graduation passed by, and nothing happened. He kept it to himself, but he was fine admiring you from afar. He thought it was fine to go to college separately and forget about his first love. But there was this part of him that was not prepared to lose. He worked hard, studied hard, and had to take extra classes to take credits. Fortunately, he passed the entrance exam and decided to go to the same university. Although it wasn’t that easyーforget about getting high grades and class validectorianーthat was yours to take, but for him? Doing those things would write back to the question of what are you willing to do.

You noticed those fox-like eyes, the thing you always find cute ever since high school. Friendship arose between you and him when he finally took the courage to talk to you during a minor class you shared way back in the first year of college. It took him a year just to start a conversation by asking for an extra pen because he forgot his own. His sheepish smile captured your heart immediately and became comfortable after exchanging a few words. You became inseparable ever since. To you, it was the start of a new friendship but it goes deeper than that for him. 

He wasn’t in the same major as you but shares minor classes when he gets the chance and even if your schedule doesn’t match, he’d find a way to see you, always. 

Being friends with him made you crazy in some way. It has created a strong bond and happiness that fills the space of your heart. Laughs and cries were shared, and he talked a lot as you listen, it also highlighted your differences, the way he loves reading mangas while you prefer novels, the way he has siblings and you don’t, the way he loves skipping class and don’t give a fuck type of person while you encourage him to stay until the bell rings. Your grades have differed ever since high school and he admits that he was stupid and carefree. His clumsiness makes you laugh out loud making his heart leap constantly when he hears it every time even if you find it ugly erratically. And yet, he always carries the same dilemma; still, nothing comes out of his mouth. 

And throughout the years in college, you’ve gotten so close that you can’t live without each other as if your day wouldn’t be complete without seeing him. Jeongin would complain how clingy you are but on the inside, he wanted to scream and run to the streets with his heart beating so loud. He was contented with having to stay in this relationshipーone that he could enjoy without malice. 

Linking arms as you walk together, making everyone believe you are a couple, sharing a bag of chips during breaks, he’d open a can of carbonated drink so you wouldn’t waste your energy for it. He’s the guy you can drag around when you invite him. Choose clothes for him, try out the weird ones and take pictures in front of a mirror, ice cream dates, convenience store hang-outs, study dates even if he’s lazy, bursts in front of your door when you get sick, respects your opinion when it turns to be an opposite perspective from him, lend his shoulder for you to cry on, will sing trot songs to cheer you up, will bang the karaoke night with his beautiful voice, will kiss your forehead good night after he drops you off, Jeongin is that fucking green flag. 

“I think the school is trying to kill us,”  You heard him say as you both sat on a table at a coffee shop with books scattered on the table. “Why do we have finals every other week? I have at least, 2 or 3 brain cells left. Could be worse though. Actually, I have none left.” He added while shaking his head and focused his eyes on the computerized texts. You could only laugh at him but he is hardworking. 

“Don’t tire yourself too much just because you want to pass. Overworking yourself would only make your body weak. There is always a healthy way to pass. We are in this university to pass the exams, not pass away.” He would say as he watched you getting exhausted at the library on a Tuesday afternoon, studying and you called him to bring you food. “Do you want the second option? No? So eat! I don’t want to be the bastard who’d say ‘I told you so’ when you leave for the afterlife just because you’re abusing your body for a paper.” 

“A paper that would determine our future, buddy.” You spat as he sighed like a grandmother losing patience. 

“Shush, take a break!” 

You are determined to keep him. Nobody cared as much as him, not even your parents. Those fox-like eyes, the cute smile that shows his dimples, his laugh that sounds funny yet comforting, he cares, he always does and even if he was just standing there, fireflies start to appear, sparkle and shine. You know Jeongin is a special one that you’d always put first and the one you will always choose above anyone else just like how he is treating you. He is the yellow color on a watercolor set, and as the brush comes in contact with the blank canvas, it paints a bright shade of happiness. 

Of course, Jeongin doesn’t know that. You just like watching him have that serious face as he gets busy reading and annotating. 

What do you even know, Yang Jeongin?

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Two months passed and the day you didn’t want to come, arrived. You made it clear to yourself that birthdays are not important anymore now that you’re an adult. It became a regular day ever since your parents started fighting and it became a part of their routine. This day has been crossed out. It is a school day after all and something to forget. 

The golden sunlight peeks through the glass windows reflecting the glass wind chimes and making rainbow lights on the flat surface of your designated table. It was a quiet afternoon at the local cafe, just across from the campus. Lo-Fi music was played in the speakers with the average volume as the crew asked for orders with their gentle yet hyper voices. Only a few customers decided to take a seat and do their work while others ran for a takeout, rushing minute after minute.

The abandoned cup of iced coffee had its water droplets forming a puddle at the bottom of where it was standing. It has been an hour since you started to study for your midterm as your dear friend is running late for a meeting. Jeongin. 

The pen dances on the empty page of your iPad creating a font of your personalized handwriting. Summarizing a paragraph for annotating became a helpful habit. Jeongin was supposed to meet you a little bit early today but work got in the way and he almost forgot about you. But as a friend with good principles, he apologized multiple times on the phone and asked you to wait for him. And now, there he is with disheveled hair, a crumpled hoodie, untied shoelaces, and eyeglasses not being in their rightful place. He was a mess when he arrived, but even if he does, he is still as cute as ever. 

“Fuck! I’m such a bad friend,” Jeongin groaned in disbelief while catching his breath after all the running. “Today’s your birthday and I didn’t even get you anything,” He added, placing his bag on the empty seat beside him. He knew it was a special day, and even if he felt like he had known you forever, he couldn’t decide what to give you. 

“What’s the big deal? You know I don’t celebrate birthdays that much,” You smiled, tapping his shoulder for reassurance. 

“Won’t you accept a Happy Birthday at least?” He asked, taking out a beige styrofoam bento box from a paper bagーopening it showing a small cake colored with (favorite color) and decorated with (specific design) with the words “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” You were in awe as your hand patted your chest, almost wanting to tear up. 

“I thought you didn’t get me anything?” You asked with those teary eyes. 

“Material things, as a gift? This cake is not included, unfortunately.” He said, stabbing the cake gently with a single candle and lit it with a match he brought with him. “This is the reason I’m late, so please accept and make a wish?” 

You looked at him trying not to burst out crying about him being this thoughtful. It is your birthday indeed, everyone had said their greetings and gave you small gifts but you weren’t up for it. You appreciated them but at the same time, the sentiment didn’t feel the same as how Jeongin made the effort. It felt a little extra when he started singing the happy birthday song with his head tilting from side to sideーdancing to the rhythm. He felt warmth in his heart the moment he saw how blissed out you wereーhands being clasped together, closing your eyes shut with your brows knitted together as you made a wish quietly before blowing the flame away. It was cute. 

“Yay!” He beamed, clapping his hands in joy. “What did you wish for?” 

“Silly, we don’t say wishes out loud. They might not come true,” You smiled. “Thank you, Innie but, don’t push yourself too much about giving me a gift,” You added, sliding your iPad inside the bag to make space on the table. 

“I am going to push myself Y/N,” He said with a grin showing his adorable dimples. “And, are you still going to drink this? I’m thirsty,” He added, pointing at the half-empty cup of iced coffee you ignored for the past hour. 

“Innie, that’s not water,” You spat as he shrugged his shoulders, taking it for his consumption. Shaking your head at his behavior, only a soft chuckle escaped from your lips. 

“Coffee runs in my blood,” He said after burping making you sigh in response. “But anyway, I don’t care if you love birthdays or hate them, I will fulfill something for you.” He added as you raised a brow at him in confusion. “What I mean is tell me something that you want before the day is over,” And that was the best he could offer. 

“Are you for real?” You asked. “The cake is enough,” 

“No, it’s not. I mean, the cake is from me and you didn’t ask for it. I gave it to you out of my will and it’s rare of me to be this generous, so just tell me anything,” He said with a cocky smile on his face while crossing his arms on his chest. “I want you to ask something and I’m going to wait until midnight for you to tell me what you want. Although I can’t give it in a snap, whatever.” 

“What if I don’t?” You asked again making him frown in response.

“Then I guess I’ll have to wait for your birthday next year,” He answered, puffing his cheeks with a scoff of disappointment. “But I’m not forcing you, okay? It’s still up to you. I mean my gift is not always a material thing that satisfies your wants, it can be quality time or if you need a pretend boyfriend because someone has been pestering you and you don’t want it or if it’s something more than what I can provide I willー” He was baffled when he heard you laugh and tilted his head like a curious kit (a baby fox). “What?” 

“Listen, Yang. You, coming to see me at this hour and giving me this cute cake is already a gift,” You said which made him utterly speechless and dumbfounded. Jeongin looked at you with wonder and confusion, his heart was about to go crazy at any minute now. You didn’t know how much impact he had with only one sentence. 

He is enough. 

“Fine,” He smiled in defeat as he proceeded to fix his clothes. “But I’m still going to wait until midnight. If you need anything.” 

“Of course,” You said with a reassuring smile. 

“Good, now eat.” He said gesturing to the cake with his hand while handing you a fork. 

“Thank you!” Beaming at the sight of it, you shoved an average slice of cake in your mouth and loved it at first bite. 

Getting distracted today is enough and how could you read or study when a human-sized fox appeared out of nowhere with a bento cake in a hand? A leisure, an escape from this poor life. Celebrating your birthday, even for a short while, wasn’t so bad after all. Especially when it’s only you and him together. Never in your life have you had the chance to celebrate your day, thanks to your parents who always get themselves into a never-ending argument, and your lack of free time. 

You saw him taking a full bite of the cake and felt perplexed. It was normal, indeed. He loves to eat and shove bigger food portions as if someone would steal them away. It made you smile even more. He kept adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he ate, his cheeks puffed as they were being stuffed, that innocent look. He’s the cutest out of everyone. Nothing could ever top this moment unless your feelings would grow out from the bottle you’ve kept for a while. 

“We finished it.” He said as you realized the bento box was empty but had crumbs in it. 

“Oh.” You answered. 

“I should’ve gotten a bigger one for you to enjoy at home,” He laughed sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. “Maybe later? You didn’t tell me what you want, just yet.” 

“We’ll see about that,” You smiled. “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice right now? You’re running late too. I didn’t notice the time.” 

“Am I?” He panicked and glanced over his wristwatch. “Fuck!” 

“It’s fine, Innie, you can leave.” You said, shoving everything inside your bag and tidying up the tableーprepared to be left alone. For sure, Jeongin would rush to leave but he didn’t even move one bit. Thinking about going home has made you grow tired for the day. You didn’t want him to leave either and spend the rest of the day together. Yet he would leave, eventually and you’ll be forced to go home and be welcomed loneliness. The day is a few hours away before midnight. What could happen? 

“I’ll leave when you leave.” He said. 

“But you’re late. Seungmin and the guys are waiting for you,” You answered while he shook his head in response. 

“You always worry,” He answered, shaking his head with that silly smile. “It’s fine. I can be a little late. Do you want to go home instead?” 

“I will,” You smiled bitterly. “Thanks for the cake though. I loved it.” 

“You’re welcome,” He beamed as you both left the cafe. The happy thoughts died down when the word home came into the conversation as you left. 

The bustling sounds of people getting out from their respective work and students going home are always a sight in a big city. Students from your university hurried home, others had other plans, and some had to leave for their part-time jobs or just chill somewhere not wanting to go home yet but didn’t have much choice and Jeongin was leaving in a few minutes. You decided to sit down on the bench just like the other people hanging around while waiting for the bus to arrive.

You were sure Jeongin was talking about how things went during his practice yesterday but that information didn’t sink in. You hated the loud sounds of the city, but it is what keeps it alive. Never a dull moment you’d spend a day lurking around and finding something that catches your eye. They talk loudly, they talk to themselves, others are occupied and you don’t know what’s for you. A gloomy day even if the sun is up and ready to set. Your birthday will end soon.

Jeongin caught you spacing out after a while of talking about his day and how excited he is if ever you tell him something you want. And yet, he couldn’t blame you for it. The midterm is fast approaching, your parents forgetting your birthday, and the loneliness you feel every time you come home. If only he could do something to cheer you other than his presence. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, snapping you back to reality. 

“Huh? Yeah, yeah,” You smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, what were you saying?” But Jeongin only shook his head and smiled at you. 

“Your bus is here,” He said, pointing at the red bus as it parked in front of the people getting off, and people get in.

“Oh, right,” You said, taking your bag and hanging a strap on your shoulder. “I’ll see you around Jeongin,” You added standing up and heading towards the bus. 

“Y/n!” He called that and made you turn around.

“Yeah?” You asked. He was ready to say itーready to risk your friendship on the day of birth but he held himself together and wasn’t able to relay words in the next few seconds. There was a pause as if he was hesitating. Hands balled into fists, Jeongin didn’t want to ruin this day any further for you. 

“Happy birthday,” He said. “I hope you enjoyed our little birthday date. Get home safely, yeah?” 

“I did, don’t worry and I will!” You smiled. “Thank you, Innie.” He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. 

The loud beating of your hearts started to be heard and you both knew it was normal. The hidden feelings show in his acts of service but you were determined that it was because he is your friend. He was waving at you goodbye as he watched your bus leave the shed before turning around, and walking away. It was sweet and endearing yet he exhaled heavily, mentally choking himself for almost spilling his secret. He took another deep breath while tugging the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he stood there stuck at the thought. Better stay quiet for a bit and upon ruffling his hair, he the bus stop. 

You sat beside the window with a middle-aged woman taking the empty seat next to yours. It was full, the driver was focusing on the road, others were chilling with their phones and some girls in high school were giggling over something. Too bad Jeongin doesn’t constantly witness this because of his agenda. A son of a rich man who wanted to pass the throne to his children but at the same time he had a business to do on his own一you too is a part of a wealthy family but you were consistently ignored by the fact that your parents are always busy, and full of arguments. No siblings to mess with, just you who go along with life. You could’ve gotten a place on your own but the house already made you feel that you’re living alone. Your dad is a workaholic man who always has business trips and your mother is always busy in the law firm that she owns. You got used to it, the loneliness, how to take care of yourself, and the peace of having the house all by yourself. But when they come home, it starts to get messy. 

And your hunch was right, you were welcomed by their mess. 

“What a day,” You sighed quietly. 

You shake your head at the sight of themーtheir voices echoing through the room to the walls. The same argument they always have. You’re growing tired of it every time and no one even bothered about your presence when you announced you were home. Words keep repeating all over again, you hate it and it’s not even 7 pm. You wish you had gotten a place on your own to avoid this commotion as you were expecting less of their presence tonight. You thought your dad was away and your mother doing overtime, but everyone ended up here. You ignored them and went straight to the kitchen to cook some ramen and waffles for dinner. Nobody cared inside this household and you can’t help but cry sometimes. It affects every piece of you and it is all about small things to the bigger ones. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you washed your dishes and headed upstairs with your belongings, washed up and getting ready to study again, but their voices still echo. Your mother never stops babbling nonsense and your dad gets angry every time she speaks of rubbish. Their professionalism disappears when it comes to this. Slamming your hands on the table, you grabbed your phone and slid a few things inside your backpack before calling Jeongin. You remembered his offer and it was the only escape you haveーyou needed to get out of there not caring about what time of night it was. Jeongin’s phone rang in the middle of his break, he was supposed to go overtime for the dance practice and head to his father’s office afterward but priorities came first. He saw your name on the screen and immediately picked it up while drinking his energy drink. 

“What’s up?” He asked, showing his excitement. “Have you decided anything yet?” 

“Kind of,” You sighed heavily. 

“Are your parents home?” He asked again as his smile faded when there was a long pause before you could even answer. “Want me to pick you up?” 

“Aren’t you busy?” You asked, worried about his welfare. 

“I can ditch them for you. They’ll understand, eventually,” He chuckled which made you smile on the other line though he couldn’t see it and that’s when Hyunjin suddenly glared at him. 

“You’re leaving?” He asked as Jeongin placed his index finger telling the older boy to shut up. Hyunjin dramatically got offended. 

“Should I leave now?” Jeongin asked as you sighed in disbelief. You didn’t have much choice either and you want to get out of this fucking household. 

“Can you? Look if you can’t it’s fine. I’ll just go somewhere and go home later.” You answered when Jeongin rushed out of the room. Chan had to yell at him but the younger one made an excuse. It is a Friday night anyway, he needed the time to get out and leave early. But all he thinks about is you and he knows exactly what’s going on.

“I’m running to the parking lot as we speak. Meet me at the convenience store a block away, yeah? Be there in 10.” Without even waiting for your answer, he dropped the call. You sneaked outside of your house and ran to your meeting place. 

It was cold. Summer is almost at its end and the surroundings are preparing for the fall season. The stars were shining bright but the moon was hiding behind those gray clouds that used to be silver and white during the day. You stood outside the store as the streets slowly came to be quiet. A few people walking around, a stray cat just passed by, and two kids eating sausages as they talked about the latest animeーit felt less lonely to be outside. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you hugged yourself from the cold and now you wait. 

Not a moment later, Jeongin parked his car in front of the store and headed outside, only to be welcomed with a tight hug and a desperate sense of feeling that you wanted to leave. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping your figure as he heard sobs coming from you. It was weird. You were used to your parents fighting all the time and sometimes you get in between. Your body became immune and eventually stopped crying ages ago but why did your tears stream to your cheeks when you saw him? What would you do without him? 

He stood there, clenching his jaw because of your parents again. He hates it when you cry, he doesn’t like it when you get hurt, and he gets angry if something bad is going on especially when it involves youーyou’re just too precious to him. 

“Where do you want to go?” He asked, skipping to ask questions related to the problem. 

“Anywhere but here,” You said in between your sobs. Jeongin kissed the crown of your head, opening the passenger seat’s door before signaling you to go inside. He had to jog around and drive away. What’s the point of keeping you in that hellhole just to suffer? 

And yet, you had no idea where you wanted to go. 

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Jeongin drove slowly as your head rested on his shoulder watching the car take the road. The radio plays a song from Lany that matches the vibe of a quiet night and relates to the situation you just had. His eyes kept glancing at your side while yours were fixed at the front. Only a small smile painted on his lips was shown. You were hugging his arm, drowning in deep thoughts about what just happenedーwhat a day, indeed. 

You tried to be happy, at least. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. 

“No,” You answered. “I just ate.” 

“Any places you wanted to go?” He asked again. 

“I seriously have nothing in mind,” You sighed. Jeongin suddenly parked the car by the sidewalk, probably kilometers away from the city proper. The streetlights were on and a few cars passing by. “Why did we stop?” You asked, pulling away from him and sitting properly on your designated seat. 

“Just making sure everything’s fine before we go.” He answered as you cocked your head. 

“I’m fine?” You told him as his hands cupped your cheeks upon seeing that glum expression of yours behind that facade. It made you caught off guard as your heart started throbbing heavily as if it was pumping more blood than usual. 

“You know how I hate it seeing you like this, can you smile for me?” You stared at him for a few secondsーeyes softening at the sight of him, and nodded again, smiling halfheartedly as he kissed your forehead. I hope he knows how my heart is racing right now. What are we, Jeongin? 

His face says it all. He’s worried yet he couldn’t bring up some words to make you forget about your sadness. Happiness is temporary and one gesture of pain can push it away. The same goes for what he did that only lasted for an hour and your parents’ ruined it. Yet, you were sure that didn’t matter for now as your happiness was driving you away from the mess. 

From the urban scenery to rural and none, the highway became quiet. Streetlights have become rare ever since passing by the citadel. You weren’t bothered by it. Just follow the road. You said it doesn’t matter where. A lightbulb suddenly appeared above Jeongin’s head upon learning that he gets to decide. 

“Are you sure anything is fine?” He asked just to be sure. 

“Yes.” You answered firmly. 

“Okay then,” He said. “There’s this place we went to in high school.” His car entered a pathway heading to a forest, one that was starting to creep the shit out of you when it got fully dark out. The asphalted road ended a few miles ago as the car went deeper into this unfamiliar place. Not a few moments later, Jeongin turned the vehicle around near a body of water. 

“Where are we?” You asked, searching for signage around but nothing and it was too dark. The car’s wheels were creating crushing sounds on the ground as the rubber tires ran through some pebbles and not a few seconds later, Jeongin stopped. 

“Here we are!” He beamed as he left the lights on. 

“Isn’t it a little scary?” You asked again as he got down and opened the door for you. 

“No, this place is safe.” He reassured. 

“How did you know this place?” 

“Ahh, summer camp in high school.” He said with a proud smile. “You said to go anywhere so I brought you here! Don’t worry, this place is safe and I’m with you so if someone’s out there, we’ll die together.” He added as he placed his hand on his chest making you smack his arm in response. “Ow!” 

“Be serious! Yeah, I know I told you to go anywhere but,” You sighed. 

“But what?” Jeongin asked, rubbing his arm as you looked at him. 

“Nothing,” You smiled. “I’d be happy to die with you.” 

Jeongin was caught off guard by what you just said. If he’d be honest he would climb that slope that leads to the top of the waterfalls a few miles away from here and jump to the plunge pool. 

“You love me that much huh?” Jeongin smirked as you rolled your eyes. 

“You know the answer to that,” You chuckled and started to walk away. 

Yes, he does, but it doesn’t tell the whole story about the definition of that kind of love. You were just friends somewhere in nowhere because of your wish to leave your home for quite a while. Jeongin is actually happy inside. He followed you to the side of the river a few meters away from where he parked his car. 

“Do you feel better?” He asked as you took the direction heading to the slope. 

“I do now. Thanks to you,” You smiled, shoving your hands inside your pockets. “What can we do around here?” You asked. 

“Well, I can set up the car so we can stay the night here and watch the sunrise together.” He shrugged. “I got the materials at the back of the car anyway.” 

“Sounds good.” 

“Yeah, I feel like you won’t ask me to take you home any time now.” You heard him laugh as you giggled in response. The sounds of the grass getting crushed by your shoes were loud as the crickets sang through the quiet atmosphere with all the fireflies in the air having their lights shine and fade simultaneously. “And since you’re asking about something we can do, can I suggest something?” 

“Sure! What is it?” You asked him. 

“I told you that this slope would take us to the top of the waterfalls right?” He asked, pointing to the waterfalls as you nodded. “We can jump off and go night swimming in the plunge pool!” 

“What? In our clothes?” You asked, shocked. 

“Yeah! Don’t worry, I brought extra just in case.” 

It seemed like a crazy idea but doing it isn’t going to be bad after all. Maybe it is risky that it made your heart skip a beat after hearing what he just said. Jeongin seemed excited as he might have done it before during the summer camp but it was a bit challenging to take it in a snap. You looked at him as if he was insane with that unsure expression you have in your face but Jeongin chuckled upon realizing the danger of his words. 

“You don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable.” He said, still having that smile on his face. “You can watch me dive!” He added as he earned a smack on his arm from you. 

“You’re crazy, aren’t you?” You told him. He was caught off guard by how it sounded from your mouth. It’s like you became upset and worried about what might happen. He was about to apologize when you kissed his cheek out of nowhere making his heart leap and cheeks were brushed with pink. “The last one to get there is a fucking loser!” You laughed as you ran to the top. 

Jeongin was left dumbfounded and frozen on his spot. He shouldn’t be this obvious as he takes his hand on the spot where you kissed him. It felt different this time that you were both alone and far from the crowd. A once normal routine became to feel something else. Maybe if there were people around, he would stop but the beating of his heart and the urge to capture your lips are a different story. He wanted to, but he couldn’t and it took him a minute before realizing you were gone as he followed you to the top. 

The thoughts of you won’t leave him. He became so distracted after it that he couldn’t hear what you were saying when he stood beside you as you watched the water flow down and the sounds of it were loud to soften the volume of your voice. It wasn’t a harsh body of water and you were ready to jump and feel the coldness of them. You knew it would be, somehow, unsure and dangerous but, Who cares? It’s my birthday and my best friend is with me. I only live once and jumping to the water down there wouldn’t be a problem. Right? 

“Jeongin! Hello, earth to Jeongin?” You called, snapping your fingers in front of his face when he noticed he became quiet. 

“What?” He asked, finally coming back to reality. 

“Are you okay? You seemed hot.” You asked him, worried as you placed your palm on his forehead which made him more flustered. “If you’re going to chicken out, it’s fine!” 

“No!” He said, frightening you. “We’ll jump together.” He added as you giggled. 

“Okay, should we hold hands?” You said, reaching out your hand to him. He couldn’t hide the redness of his cheeks now and his hands were cold. He was thankful that it was dark and the lights were only provided by the full moon and his car below, facing the river. Jeongin wasn’t nervous about jumping, he was nervous because of you. It is what it is. 

He looked at you and nodded as he took your hand, tightening its grip so it wouldn’t be easy to let go. You smiled at him, giving your full trust. You know it’s crazy but you’re willing to take the risk after all and when everything is on the water, who would know what can you do? 

“On the count of three. 1…” Jeongin started. 

“2…” You continued. 

“3!” You both screamed in unison as you jumped off the waterfalls and went down on the plunge pool hearing a loud splash against the cold water. It took a few seconds before both of you could reach the surface and wipe your faces with your hands to dry them off. You both looked at each other and laughed at the excitement and thrill that you felt regarding what just happened. 

It was, indeed, fun. But not until the laughs died down as your eyes locked. Jeongin’s eyes went to your lips as the urge to kiss you became stronger. You waited for him as you fell into silence with that awkward yet serious atmosphere. It wasn’t long after that, you felt his hand on your cheeks as your lips met his. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. At first, it felt soft, shy, and gentle the moment you closed your eyes to kiss him back. He’s over the moon with it as he pulls you closer to his body and your arms wrapped around his neck to finally accept it wholeheartedly. 

Jeongin wasn’t expecting anything in return but he was surprised and thankful that you reciprocated his feelings back. Your lips were warm and soft as they touched his, quietly making a sound. Jeongin tilts his head to capture your lips even more as they go deeper and hotter despite the wetness and cold of the water flowing against your bodies. He pushed himself even closer to you as the kiss became urgent and desperate. You don’t want to protest from it as you wanted this as well. Your fingers reached for his black locks as he let out a soft grunt. 

The evening air felt warmer than cold. You didn’t know if it was the body heat that projected the temperature. The serene moonlight and the stars shone in the sky as the fireflies flew around as they witnessed a love that finally reached the surface. You and Jeongin stood there, feeling the warmth as your hearts raced with your kisses sending jolts of electricity down to your nerves. 

He pressed his forehead against yours after you both pulled away from each other’s lips. “I’ve always wanted to do that…” He said as he kissed your forehead and hugged you tight. 

“I’ve always wanted to be kissed by you.” You said, burying your face in his neck, and hugging him back. “I like you so much, Innie.” You added, looking at him. It was true and proven, those fox-like eyes and the big smile he painted on his lips felt like the world stopped for a while as the fireflies lit up around him. “I see fireflies when you smile.” 

“My heart didn’t stop beating for you ever since we were in high school. I wanted to tell you before but I couldn’t. I worked hard to go to the same college as you and every bit of it was worth it. I’m sorry I took long enough, I didn’t want to ruin anything about us.” He said, taking the went strands of your hair behind your ears. “How long did you have feelings for me?” 

“Quite a while now,” You said taking his hand and kissing the back of it. “Same sentiment but maybe this time, it would feel different.” He couldn’t hide his smile and feelings anymore that he kissed you again as a sign of making it official. 

This relationship is finally sealed with a kiss. 

“Is it a bad choice that I didn’t bring clothes?” You asked as you both headed back to the car. 

“I told you I brought extra so you can borrow mine.” Jeongin giggled as he held your hand tight. 

“You’re my savior.” You said, kissing his cheek making him flustered. 

“Oh come on. I still get shy when you kiss me.” Jeongin pouts as you laugh, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. 

“It wasn’t that bad when we didn’t know we had feelings for each other.” You answered, rolling your eyes as Jeongin scoffed while taking his bag inside. 

“Go inside and change, I’ll wait here.” He said. 

“Okay,” You smiled, took his bag, and went inside the car. Jeongin picked up a few pieces of firewood around to make a fire. He sat down on a log as he waited for you to finish when suddenly he heard the car’s door open, revealing you wearing his shirt. Jeongin started blushing hard when he realized it suited you. It made his heart go crazy that he wanted to jump from the waterfalls again. 

“You look beautiful,” He blurted out as you smiled widely, slowly getting shy. 

“You should go change too. I’ll let these dry,” 

“Okay, just sit here, alright? Keep warm.” He answered as he went to kiss your cheek before going in. 

Not long after that, you sat down on a log as you both warmed up yourselves by the fire until it died down. You left your clothes outside to dry and settled at the back of the car to lay down together and cuddle. Jeongin’s arm snaked around your shoulder as your head rested on his chest, hugging him tight. It was the most comfortable position you ever had as he pulled up the covers so you could rest up soon. 

“This is the best birthday gift you’ve ever given me.” You said. 

“It feels like it’s my birthday too.” He said as his fingers played with your hair. “I also received one.” He laughed. 

“Thank you, Innie.” You said, glancing up at him as he kissed your forehead in response. 

“Anything for you.” He said. “We should go to sleep.” 

“Okay,” You answered, scooting closer to him as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hug you even more. 

“Good night, love.” 

“Good night, Innie.” 

And as the day ended, you were happy how you came hereーto be hugged and kissed by the boy you loved secretly for years, it felt like a dream. A dream that became your reality. 

Bonus: 

You woke up the next day with your phone ringing nonstop. Jeongin started panicking when he received 99+ messages and 325 missed calls from both parents and friends. You were also in the same state as you opened your phone, cursing and rattling inside the car first thing in the morning. 

“We’re fucked.” Jeongin blurted out as he moved out from the back of the car. 

“I am so dead.” You said getting worried and nervous at the same time. 

“We should hurry!” 

“Should we make the bed first?” You asked. 

“Leave it and sit here now. I’ll take care of that later!” Jeongin said as he started the engine and you hurriedly took the passenger’s seat. He immediately stepped on the gas as the car drove back to the highway heading back to the city. Meanwhile, you are starting to get more nervous about how to explain everything that happened. You were about to call your mom when Jeongin saw you. 

“Who are you calling?” He asked. 

“My mom. Dad and her are so pissed. What am I going to say?” You asked him, biting your lower lip. 

“You’re not going to tell them what happened to us, are you? I mean the kiss and jumping off the waterfalls? They might kill me, Y/N!” Jeongin cried while driving. 

“Relax, Innie. I won’t.” You sighed. “What about you? I’m sure everyone is worried. Did you tell anyone?” You asked. 

“No. I just left without saying anything and my lips are sealed if you don’t want me to tell a story.” Jeongin answered as he stole a glance at you upon realizing something. “Should we leave them curious?” He smirked which made you smirk as well. 

“Oh, hell yes.” 

“It’s a deal then.” 

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[1d1195]

Icon behavior right there! I would be so proud lol

oh I totally get that! It's crazy how I lowkey have to do the same with mine! Ideally I would drink this tea(idk the translation bc it's in Spanish lol) and typically that helps and has benefits or whatever and it gets rid of my cramps easily! But without the tea I NEED MEDS QUICKLY! It's so stressful for no reason!

I can only imagine how busy it may be especially if you're involved with seniors! Very hectic for everyone IM sure! It is okay! Like you're a busy girl and your books should feel like treats instead of chores! I know you love your lists but this is something that its okay to a bit slow at finishing!

Im personally have never truly been a fan of jeans but like I said skinny jeans have been always been the preferred of mine! But I do love a good jegging! Anything stretchy tbh is a win in my book because i am a big hip and thigh girly so stretch is something i appreciate lol And I feel that if you like and feel comfortable in what you wear that's all that matters! if it works for you, it works! plus not everything trendy is like " good" lol

My campus is HUGE 😭I am fighting a battle trying not to get ran over by people and cars/buses lol I could make a whole paper on how horrible it is lol But how cute you live in your college area! Love that for you!

Im so glad I wasn't like crazy about the Made to Be projection hahah Oh bestie I have lived near the beach my whole life too yet idk how to swim... I KNOW ITS CRAZY AHAH like i know the very basics like floating but I would lowkey drown if im in to deep in the water lol But tennis how fun!(side note im very excited for the movie challengers if you heard about it and i fear it will end me in a good way) ALSO ICE SKATING IS SO COOL! But yeah the ankle part is no fun lol

WE ARE THE SAME I SWEAR! I NEVER notice when someone likes me😭I always think "oh they are just being nice" or " they dont see me that way" ITS CRAZY! My friends always call me out about my avoidant nature with that lol Sam my love I KNOW there was someone who thought you were hot like its not impossible lol But I get trying to prove yourself in a space where it clearly is not welcoming but I don't blame you but Im sure you were destined to be a hot STEM girly and you have always earned your place!

THE POLL RESULTS!! Omg truly so excited for all of them! AND im very excited for Ding Round 2! I just know it will be great! AND im glad your break is starting off not too bad! Love you lots!-💜

I wish I was more of a tea drinker! I try really hard--especially in the winter months and it's just not for me. I do like iced tea but I feel like that is totally different. I'm big on coffee. If you've ever seen Gilmore Girls, she is me. I love coffee 🤭 That's really cool you have tea to heal your cramps though! I wish I had a remedy like that!

I wasn't supposed to be involved with the Seniors stuff but here we are, Miss Can't Say No. It's alright. It will fly by before I know it.

I know so many people who can't swim! I don't swim well. The lessons were to ensure essentially what you said, so I don't drown and can float. But I understand the mechanics of some of the fancier swim strokes, but I prefer to doggy paddle hahaha

My college area had a really cute coffee and bagel shop and my favorite food is carbs so I didn't have much of a choice in the matter 😂 We also had a bus though. Depending on where you walked it could take up to 15 minutes to walk the length of campus. We all made jokes about jumping in front of the bus for free tuition. HOWEVER, I think it was easier to walk than take the bus. It was so unpredictable and it felt like the same amount of time if not longer rather than just walking.

I'm trying really hard not to get my hopes up about Ding tbh. I have a new layout for it so I guess that's cool, hopefully it will be cute. I enjoyed writing it, even though it took ten thousand years. I think Part 2 is often THE HARDEST part of almost all the stories I write. Something about it's still starting, but it's leading to more? Idk lol. I'm glad to be over that hump.

Hope you have a good Monday! 💕

xoxo

[ebiyoru]

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i have a brigada eskwela for emerson scheduled before shift (9:00 - 11:30 to be exact) but as expected of my fear of waking up late for an early appointment, i refused to sleep and just waited for the morning to come.

i readied up at around past 6:00 am, and managed to get on the bus at past 7. i managed to sleep on the way to work, but got woken up by a slight traffic near our building. at first, i was confused as to where we currently are, but i recognized the crossroad ahead, the very place where my anxiety rises if i'm running late.

i initially thought the elementary school would be right behind the mall near our building, but because of my failure to check the location properly, i had to walk back to the choke point crossroads and walk around 15 mins in total just to get to the school. i thought i ran late, but we waited for another 10 or so minutes before we got started.

they had meetings for this prior to this day, but i wasn't able to attend those 2. they said i can just go there and still join, without much explanation to what i'm supposed to do or even prepare for.

i got there and there were a few kids who greeted and interacted with us - one did mano to all of us volunteers, a few girls gave each of us a strip of stationery paper (which i was intending to use as a bracelet) and some of them are being the young and free kids that they are.

after handing out the exercises for these kids, we were given our designated rooms. we started off by introducing ourselves and the students, which was followed by a warm up dance to get the day going.

i am stationed with 4 kids. i thought i'd teach them all myself but thankfully, i was accompanied by the group leader. i met rowena, raimiel, rio and jay. teacher myline pasia, the group leader, helped me by teaching rio and raimiel, leaving me with rowena and jay to coach.

they were pretty fast learners for grade 1 students. the only time it got challenging for me was when i needed to make jay and raimiel to sit down on their seats. but other than that, it wasn't too hard and i can say i enjoyed it. i don't know if i have a knack for teaching, but it was still a good experience.

after that, we proceeded to the school's meeting room/admin and were given our lunch. after eating (some of us even ate with the kids), the organizers did a little presentation. i guess it was kinda nice that i got to be on the 5th day (last day of brigada eskwela) because i get to see the slideshow of all the volunteers and all the students. rowena and leticia, the students i sat down with, seems really smart and studious with the way they interacted with us and with their classmates. they pointed out where they were in the photos during the slideshow/video presentation. the principal also said a few speech, as well as emerson's hr representatives. after giving out the bundles (which included notebooks, crayons, pencils, a shirt and a bag), we parted ways with the students. we stayed for a short while in the campus to take a few group photos and we proceeded to our own ways. i got on a trike and went to emerson.

i stopped by sm north edsa annex to buy a new screen protector and, hopefully, a phone case. but since im running out of time, and after a few times i asked around for nord 3's case and them saying no, i just rushed to the office and clocked in.

work went smoothly, i guess. i finished up a few workbenches. but for the most part (since i lacked sleep bc im basically awake since the day before) i kept on dozing off. i went easy with my workload and just did what i can in this state.

we ate dinner at puno. it isn't the resto's real name but we call it that because it is built around a tree. i don't know what kind of tree it is but it is situated at the middle of the place. the food is affordable and delicious. they even have chicken oil for the inasal, which is what i ordered (liempo). i really liked everything in that moment. the food, the interior design, the spacious tables, the not-skimpy portions and the people i'm with. but probably not too much for the soup.

we went to smne after and hart bought a tomiko car.

the few moments before my shift ended was quite nice. we talked about work and threw a few good-to-know facts, too. i also love listening to how knowledgeable my colleagues are with what we do. and i guess, i'm being reminded of lind's definition of a good, or maybe even passionate, type of work that he wants to feel. one that makes you want to extend your hours to, willingly. the one that makes you want to exert effort. one that you don't feel too draining to do. i am quite glad to see that eminating from some of these people. oh, how much of a sucker i am for passionate people.

after work, i got on p2p bus and fell asleep on the way home.

i don't know why, but i wasn't hungry yet i got off at shell to buy a can of blue seas tuna and a can of candies wrapped with white confectioners sugar. for some reason, i thought "i can't wait to bring this to work and let someone open the candy can. i was caught off guard bc that wasn't meant to be a thought that crosses my mind. yet, i feel excited just to make someone happy.

guessing i'm just stress-eating, i still walked to late night cravings (i think thats the name of the little pop up store at the front of builder's). i bought longsilog and extra rice for the tuna. it was a really good meal, but what caught my attention was how prim and precise the server is with their service.

they said sorry when they didn't notice me by the window bc they were chatting at the back of the stall. i said thats fine, i was kinda expecting it to happen, anyway, since i saw them chattering when i was approaching their stall. the way their face light up is almost so enticing and soothing.

i bought from this stall before when i was on the way home from biking but it wasn't for me so i haven't really tried their food. the wait for my order wasn't too long, and i was busy playing around with my phone anyway so i guess i just didn't notice. there's only 2 of them at work but was able to cook the food well. i ordered longsilog with the longganisa coming from the nearby town famous for this specific product. i clarified if it's the garlic flavor because i couldn't for the life of me to order the sweet variant.

the portion wasn't much but it was enough for the night and the price justified it, too. at first, i was afraid the longganisa will not be fresh because i always thought not too many people order this one. the 'secret sauce' was absolutely delicious. i wolfed everything down pretty quickly. there's the part where it's delicious and there's also half the part of me coming home too late since i still have office work the next day. i didn't think i can finish the whole can of tuna but i still did. i like this kind of tuna than the other more popular and affordable brand because i really believe they're not even selling tuna anymore. also, olive oil based ones are the best.

what really struck me is i noticed the shopkeeper was still checking their phone near the window, opposing my thought that they'll go back to their seats behind the stall to continue their interrupted time. i knocked on the window to buy a drink and they gladly obliged. they wiped the bottle clean of any wet or sticky residues before handing it to me. i asked where i can throw away the disposable cups and utensils i used and they took it from me to throw it inside. they thanked me and even added a 'take care' when they saw me leaving, and i returned the kind gesture. i went back after a few strides when i remembered i didn't put the chairs back to where they were positioned. the shopkeeper insisted they'd do it on their own and thanked me again, all with the pleasing expression on their face. it was all so refreshing and i found myself being so amazed by the quality of service they shared, even in that short amount of time.

i walked home because, like any other night, there's no more available transportation at this time. i did what i always do in long walks and tire my brains out of the repetitive things i overthink about.

the amount of sweat running down my body was crazy after walking that far. i took a shower before going to bed, which is something i was looking forward to the whole day. because of the lack of sleep, i was able to sleep pretty fast.

[autumnrory]

ugh i just caught up with fic in email and read an update and the author just posted another one like obvs it’s nice bc it’s a good story but i need a break i haven’t read anything out of my bookmarks in forever