#school is starting to get to me :/ BUT I will soon

[enhani-ki]

fuckboy!ni-ki x reader part ll ᡣ𐭩｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

warnings: smut, nsfw, bullying, cursing, etc.

read part one here

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki likes to give you gifts or something matching with him.

he loves spoiling you. small gifts, some things to match with him, or just something that made people notice you were his.

"are you really giving me this?" you asked, twisting the shining ring on your finger while lying on ni-ki's chest.

he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. "you don't like it?" he asked, a bit worried.

"i love it." you admitted, admiring how it caught the light. "i just look like i'm married." you laughed, holding up your hand next to his.

ni-ki grabbed your hand, flipping it over in his palm. "you're so small." he said, resisting the urge to squeeze just to see how fragile you felt. "love you." he kissed the back of your hand, his lips stayed there for a second longer than usual.

you smiled, heart fluttering... until he suddenly pressed your hand against his bulge.

"ahhh!" you yelped, pulling your hand back as he burst into laughter.

you shot him a glare but still couldn't help the small smile forming at your lips.

your boyfriend is so naughty.

ni-ki smirked. "so what if it makes you look like you're married?"

you sat up, crossing your arms. "i'm literally (your age)."

he raised his eyebrows as if to say, so? and?

rolling your eyes, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss.

sweet, generous, handsome… how did you get so lucky?

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki's girlfriend is being bullied.

the closer you got to ni-ki, the more others began to notice and... not all of the attention was positive.

it started small, just a comment here or a whisper there. few student would tease you, asking if you did some witchcraft, wondering aloud what someone like him saw in you.

it was easy to brush off and laugh it away with ni-ki by your side. girls rolled their eyes whenever you passed by, loudly commenting on how "desperate" you looked or how "out of his league" you were.

in class, notes with cruel messages were left on your desk, scribbled in handwriting you don't recognize. during lunch, someone will "accidentally" spill their drink to you and liquid will come splashing onto your bag.

you tried to hide how much it got to you but ni-ki wasn't stupid. he noticed the way you slightly flinch when someone laughed a little too loudly behind you or the forced smile you gave when you claimed you were fine.

one afternoon, as the two of you walked home, he finally brought it up. "baby, they're just jealous, you know?" he said casually wrapping his arms on your shoulders, hugging you from behind.

you removed his arm, trying to play dumb. "w- who?"

he stopped and turned to face you. "you know who. those idiots at school." his tone was calm but there was a slight of irritation in his voice.

you sighed, looking down at your feet. "it's not a big deal, ni-ki. i can handle it."

he frowned, taking a step closer. "you shouldn't have to. tell me who it is."

everyone.

you looked up at him, surprised by the seriousness in his tone. "i said it’s fine..."

"it's not, though." he replied. "just… don’t hide it from me, okay? if it gets worse, you have tell me right away."

you nodded reluctantly.

"i have to admit something though..."

you looked at him. "what's that?"

ni-ki sighed. "the girl behind us..." he paused. "be- before we got close, she liked me. but i didn't like her back, but i guess i… led her on a little."

you narrowed your eyes and ni-ki panicked. "we didn't do anything! i promise." he smiled and chuckled nervously. "i didn't realize how serious she was until it was too late, i guess."

you sighed and wrapping your arms on his waist. "thanks for letting me know and it's okay, i love you."

ni-ki cupped your face before kissing you. "i love you, too."

the bullying didn't stop and to your dismay, it started affecting ni-ki too. it wasn't obvious before, just small petty things but soon you started noticing it too. people would switch his test papers, putting nonsense answers and making it seem like he hadn't done his work.

you even saw it happen during a class one day. someone snickered as they slid his paper to the bottom of the pile, replacing it with a blank sheet. your heart sank when the teacher handed it back, a bold zero marked at the top.

ni-ki didn't seem fazed, though. he calmly explained the situation, the teachers believed him of course and gave him another chance to take the tests.

he also had some people investigated, he got some help collecting evidence to prove what they're doing and make them take accountability for their actions.

honestly, he wouldn't care at all. but he has you now and he won't let you get hurt even more just because of him.

such a cool guy.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki loves your mouth.

it was obvious in the way his eyes stared at it whenever you spoke, how he'd watch your lips move like he was barely listening to a word you were saying.

"you talk too much," he said, thumb tracing your lower lip as he leaned in.

you rolled your eyes. "then stop making me talk."

he chuckled, thumb slipping into your mouth just enough to press against your tongue. "what if i just keep your mouth busy instead?"

he loved teasing you. pulling your lip between his teeth, running his thumb across it, and watch you get flustered.

he'd stare whenever you absentmindedly bit your lip, waiting for the moment you noticed him watching.

the way he reacted when you licked something off your fingers?

"you're doing that on purpose, aren't you" his voice was always rougher then, his eyes locked on your lips like he was seconds away from losing control.

you smirked. "doing what?"

it doesn't matter if you were just eating ice cream, drinking from a straw, or just licking your lips because they were dry... he'd make it a thing.

he devoured your lips, pressing hard, stealing every little sound you made. his hands always found your jaw, keeping you still, deepening the kiss like he needed to 'cause he's been starving for you.

then he would pull back to admire the way your lips were swollen, glossy from his kisses, "so pretty," he whispered, "i think i'll keep going."

ni-ki never wants to let it stay innocent.

he groaned, voice rough. "fuck, baby… i just wanna put it in your mouth."

you couldn't help the blush creeping onto your cheeks, feeling him already hard beneath his pants.

"tsk, you're so impatient." you teased, slowly unzipping his jeans. "don't you want to watch the rest of the movie first?"

"no... fuck that movie." he panted, his fingers tucking the strands of your hair behind your ears.

he needs that pretty mouth on his cock like, right now.

chuckling, you pulled out his generous length, ni-ki watched you spit out your saliva, where it dripped down on his cock, you gave it a long, slow lick from base to tip.

he hissed, head falling back against the couch.

you didn't even know how to give blowjobs before, you just took your time experimenting until he says "just like that" and now suddenly you just might be an expert already.

you kept sucking at the head, tracing the thick vein underneath. you enveloped him in your mouth, heart pounding at his rich, masculine taste.

ni-ki let out a strangled noise, his fingers tangling in your hair.

you relaxed your throat and sank lower until his cock hit the back. his hips jerked up, forcing you to take him even deeper.

and even though you're gagging and there's tears forming at your eyes, you didn't stop, you kept bobbing your head in his lap.

and to ni-ki you're gorgeous like this... your lips stretched around his big dick. bet the neighbors could hear you gagging as he really fucked on your face.

you moaned, sending sweet vibrations through his shaft, swirling your tongue as you picked up the pace.

ni-ki panted harshly, his abs were clenching.

"shit, i'm already close..." he said, eyes rolling at the back of his head.

you gently played with his balls and with a few more quick sucking and thrusts, he reached his climax, spurting jets of hot seed down your throat.

you swallowed it all, not letting a single drop escape so ni-ki wouldn't complain.

and as he came down from his high, ni-ki pulled you close for a kiss, his tongue roamed into your mouth then he groaned in approval. "i'm a lucky bastard. right?"

you smirked against his lips, then he laughed breathlessly. his cock already starting to stir again.

"can you sit on my face?"

✶ boyfriend!ni-ki is no doubt protective.

ni-ki leaves to order food at a small café, leaving you seated at a table by yourself. and while he's away, someone approaches and starts hitting on you.

he returned to the table holding a tray, his eyes immediately caught the unfamiliar figure leaning close to you. his relaxed expression hardens as he watches you visibly uncomfortable, trying to politely brush off their advances.

he calmly approached them, his height and presence alone was enough to make the stranger falter, stepping between you and the person, his hand held the back of your chair. "you need something from my girlfriend?"

the stranger stammers, "oh, i didn't know-"

"now you do?" ni-ki cuts in, eyes narrowing slightly. he wasn't loud but it is enough to make it clear that they should back off.

"you okay? did they say anything weird?"

and when you assured him you're fine, he clicked his tongue, annoyed. "can't even leave you for five minutes without someone trying something."

you looked at him in disbelief. "now you know how it feels when i'm with you!"

he just smiled smugly and sipped on his drink.

✶ boyfriend!ni-ki is cute when upset.

you didn't text him back all day and he was NOT happy about it.

now, standing in front of him, you could feel his disappointment. his arms were crossed and his lips were slightly pouting like a duck...

"oh, come on… you're not actually mad, are you?" you sighed, reaching out to touch his arm but he moved away, making a show of it.

"dunno," he muttered, "guess i just thought my girlfriend would care enough to answer me."

you blinked. "ni-ki, i was busy..."

"yeah, i know, busy ignoring me." he shot back, still refusing to look at you.

you groaned, stepping closer, "babyyyy, don't be like this."

nothing. not even a glance. he was really milking this.

so, naturally, you had to step up your game.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest. "ni-kiii, i said sorryyy!"

silence.

you looked up at him, blinking sweetly. "please, forgive me?"

ni-ki exhaled, his lips twitching like he was trying not to smile. but stop, he wasn't going to let you off that easily.

"you're not convincing me enough." he sighed, still acting all moody.

you smiled, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek, then his jaw, then his lips...

"better?" you whispered, smiling against his skin.

his hands finally found your waist, pulling you in closer. "hmm… getting there."

you rolled your eyes but kissed him properly this time, slow and sweet, his grip tightening as he finally gave in.

and when you pulled away, he pouted at you. "you know you could've just texted me back saying you're busy, right?"

"yeah, but then i wouldn't get to do all this." you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

ni-ki grinned. "damn… i should get mad at you more often, huh?"

read PART ONE HERE <33

[vettelsvee]

TWO SHY IDIOTS IN LOVE | Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri x Reader

SUMMARY: You and Oscar, your classmate back when you were in high school, and two shy idiots that might have feelings for the other, go on a "date"

WORD COUNT: 1471

WARNINGS: Mentions of drowning on a pool. Apart from that, I don't think anything else

VEE'S NOTES: I had this on my drafts for a while (more than a year I'd say) and since I'm a bit sick today and can't really move from bed I had to take it out. Anyways, it's short and one of the first things I ever wrote for Oscar, so I hope you like it! <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

You were excited, perhaps, for your first date with Oscar Piastri, the famous Formula 1 driver whom you had been following since his early days in the motorsport world simply because he hailed from your hometown and was also a former classmate.

You had spent days preparing for the big day when finally, the Aussie was going to take you on what you hoped would be the first of many dates. You had never lost contact with the other, although your didn't talk very often, so when Oscar surprised you by inviting you to Monza for the Italian Grand Prix, and despite having university exams, you didn't hesitate to accept the proposal.

It would be a bit hypocritical to say you hadn't prepared for the occasion. You had literally spent days choosing the perfect dress, along with the ideal hairstyle and makeup to look as best as possible just for him.

Finally, after patiently waiting for the blessed Friday to arrive, the time came to leave your hotel room and head to the circuit's paddock, where you had agreed to meet Oscar to watch the two Free Practice sessions and then go for lunch.

When you arrived at the agreed-upon location, your former classmate greeted you with a shy, but nice and comfortable, smile, then followed it with a warm hug that made you travel back to those school days when you used to spend most of your time with the guy in front of you.

"Y/N, you look stunning" exclaimed Oscar, a bit shyly and his cheeks turning instantly red. "I'll take you to McLaren’s garage and introduce you to my team quickly," he explained, almost without pausing. "They'll be taking great care of you while I'm driving, alright?"

As you walked towards the garage, after a brief stroll through the paddock due to the imminent start of the Free Practice sessions, you could feel the excitement in the air, the deafening noise of the engines and the adrenaline rush making you feel even more thrilled.

After introductions were made, and also hearing the scolding Lando started giving Oscar for being late, Piastri quickly showed you, while explaining it briefly, his race car, while getting into the gear to drive it.

"Don't you feel overwhelmed in there?" you asked with quite some curiosity.

"I've been doing this for most of my life, dear," replied Oscar. "Do you really think I get overwhelmed at this point?"

"Don't you?"

"Well, to be honest… yes," Oscar answered, "I get pretty overwhelmed, but it’s part of the job."

With that said, he turned on the engine and set out to achieve the best possible position for both himself and his team, mainly with the intention of surprising you, who ended up being more than impressed with his performance. Oscar didn’t only finish on the podium, but was also the faster driver of the day. 

Oscar parked the car, and a team of mechanics immediately appeared to start moving it into the garage. You barely had time to congratulate him because he seemed to disappear into some sort of private room and didn’t even bother to tell you something, and you also didn't want to disturb him. You felt somewhat relieved when about five minutes after that, a woman, in a very pleasant tone, mentioned that Oscar liked to take a shower as soon as he got out of his vehicle and also apologised for not having mentioned it earlier.

You thought that it made sense, and felt somewhat relieved. If you were going to eat at a restaurant, it wasn't the best idea to go all sweaty.

As soon as he finished, about just ten minutes later, he approached you and, after quickly apologizing and without saying anything else, simply took your hand. You knew Oscar was shy, and even you tried to keep as calm as possible to help him somehow, your anxiety increased more and more, but it dissipated when the brown-eyed man began to tell you anecdotes from your school days, causing more than one laugh, while also mixing in details about his career and his expectations for his future as a driver.

There was no doubt, you were fascinated by the passion with which your companion spoke about his work and, above all, by his great dedication to it.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Oscar took you once again by your hand and led you to the table, where a bouquet of roses rested next to a flickering candle.

"This is for you," he commented, handing the bouquet to you. "To be honest… I didn't know what to get you, and I didn’t know if you even liked flowers, so… I hope you like them and aren't allergic."

You didn't know what to say. Nervousness started going thought your body, and you could feel Oscar’s as well.

"It's amazing," you ended up replying. "Thank you… I've always loved flowers and no one has ever given me a bouquet before."

You smiled back at him shyly, lowering your head as you couldn’t stop thanking him while sitting in the seat Oscar had pulled out for you.

Throughout the lunch, the conversation flowed easily, with Oscar telling funny stories about incidents with other Formula 1 drivers, and you laughing back while listening actively. Also, you started sharing anecdotes from your university life because beyond that, there wasn't many exciting stories to tell him compared to the ones he was telling you.

After finishing the meal, Oscar paid even though you insisted multiple times to do it, and assured you that you’ll have another moment to pay something else for him. Then, he took your hand while stroking it softly and led you out of the restaurant, going back to the paddock for a walk through it.

"Do you remember when I almost drowned in the swimming pool during Physical Education class, and you jumped in to help me without even hesitating?" Oscar said as he laughed, trying to break the awkward silence. "From that moment on, you really became my hero. Also… my mum made me join swimming lessons.”

"It wasn’t that much, Oscar," you replied sarcastically due to your shyness, "but I really appreciate the compliment…."

"So…," the driver pointed out, changing the topic since he was quite ashamed of himself after revealing that, pointing towards the track. "Every time there's a Grand Prix, it's surreal to me that I have a car out there, ready for a race, and I get to drive it..."

Noah looked ahead, imagining Oscar’s car racing at high speed, exuding elegance, with him on it smiling behind the helmet while focusing.

"It's a dream come true, isn't it?" you said, turning your gaze back to your friend.

"Definitely," he replied. "It's what I've always wanted to do, and what I've sacrificed so much for, so it's amazing to be part of this sport not only competing with the best drivers in the world but also forming friendships with them."

You looked at Oscar and saw the passion with which he spoke of his life in his eyes.

"You're amazing," you said, smiling. "I'm so proud of you."

He approached you and took your hand for the umpteenth time that day. No matter how many times he did it, he came to the conclusion that it would never be enough for him. 

"Y/N, you've always been special to me," he said. "Although I've never told you, I've always admired your intelligence, your strength, and your beauty, and I've thought about you every day of my life, especially on race days. And now, here with you, I feel more in love than ever."

You felt your heart pounding.

"I feel something for you too, Oscar. Actually, most of your high school years…" you confessed, getting closer to him while trying not to die from embarrassment. "I never thought this could happen, but here we are…"

Oscar, trying to keep his cool, ended up leaning in carefully and kissing you gently. You felt everything around you stop. At that moment, you realized that you were a fool for not trying to do this earlier, for not confessing how you really feel about Oscar, convincing yourself he wouldn’t feel the same, but promised yourself to never deny your feelings anymore.

As you separated, still eyes locked on each other, Oscar put his arm around your waist and led you back to his car, ready to head to the hotel where you were both staying, with many thoughts in mind that included him cuddling with you for the rest of the night and, hopefully, for the very first time.

"Y/N… Do you think we could do this again… somehow?"

"I don’t think so, Oscar: I’m absolutely, completely sure, of that… Just if you want us to.”

[theocddiaries]

Sonic: Why isn’t this kid calling me??? I told him to call me when he got there. Shadow: He just left. Sonic: Half an hour ago. Shadow: Time flies when you’re having fun. If you’re that worried, call him yourself. Sonic: No, he’ll think I don’t trust him. Shadow: Because you’re not trusting him. Sonic: No, I just don’t trust the people he might run into. Shadow: Yes, Gaia forbids he runs into Cream and her mother and their scary army of pies. Are you listening to yourself? [Shadow’s phone rings] Sonic: Is it him?? Shadow: Uh… no, it’s Rouge. Who knows what she could want. [picks up and goes to his room]: Tails, why are you calling me? Tails: Hello, um… Don’t tell Sonic, but I didn’t go to the movies. I went to a party and… well… Can you come pick me up, please? Shadow: You’ve got to be kidding me. [pinches the bridge of his nose]: I’m on my way. Send me your location and don’t move from the entrance of wherever the hell you are. [hangs up and goes to the living room]: Sonic, I have to go to Rouge’s place for a moment to fix something. Be right back. [leaves] Sonic: … Fantastic. They can’t even agree on what channel to watch on TV, but when it comes to lying to my face, they’re a team. [gets up and leaves the house to follow him]: I’m gonna cause such a scene in the middle of the street we’ll go viral for the whole year!! [Walking back home] Shadow: I'm extremely disappointed. I backed you up about you being mature and responsible even before you started high school. Did I do it to see if he’d cut the umbilical cord and get you off my hair? Yes, absolutely. But also because I believed you were. Tails [sniffs]: I know, I’m an idiot. I bit more than I could chew, and now not only did I embarrass myself in front of my classmates, but Sonic’s gonna be super mad at me, and I’ve made you look bad too. I’m so sorry. Shadow: … Are you feeling any better? Do you want to stop? Tails: No, it’s okay. Shadow: Why do you say you embarrassed yourself? Want to tell me what happened? Tails: I wasn’t actually invited. It was a joke, and I didn’t get it. Shadow: I’m not getting it either. [sighs]: Okay, wait. Do you understand why I’m mad? Tails: Because I made you look like a liar. Shadow: No, because if Sonic and I don’t know where you are, we can’t come help you or keep an eye out in case something happens. Even though we know you can handle yourself, we still worry. Do you understand that? Tails: Yeah. Shadow: Okay. Do you want to go to the movies alone, or do you want me to go with you? Tails: …We’re not going home? Shadow: No, I think you’ve learnt your lesson. Now, do I come with you, or do you prefer to be alone? Tails: …Come with me, please. Shadow: Okay. Tails: Are you going to lie to Sonic? Shadow: Yes. And so are you. As soon as I leave, you call him and say you forgot to call him until you went to silence your phone, or whatever you can come up with that you know he’ll believe so he calms down. And once you’re inside, send me a message, okay? Tails: Okay. Shadow: And don’t beat yourself up about your classmates. Their loss. You’ll find your crowd, take it from me. Tails: Thanks, Shadow. You know, I’m glad I have you as an older brother too. Shadow: Hm. [After dropping Tails off at the movies, Shadow comes back home. Sonic is sitting on the couch.] Sonic: Hi. Shadow: Hello. Did the kid call you? Sonic: Yup. Everything okay with Rouge? Shadow: Yes. Sonic: Hm. And what did she need? Couldn’t decide on a movie? As I saw you at the movie theatre with Tails earlier. Shadow: … Sonic, look— Sonic [gets up to hug him]: Thank you for being there for him. Shadow: Hm…

[racoon3lizabeth]

Art critics at work: part three

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: remus can’t wait for the next time he sees you and sirius manages to figure out his best friend.

notes: hellooooo!! hope you like this chapter, tell me what you thiiiink. AND BTW I hope you guys know I accept requests for like mini fics and blurbs!!

One day isn’t very long. There’s only twenty four hours after all. But when he settled down behind his wheel, clutching the leather until his knuckles turned white, he simply couldn’t wait.

He fumbles with his hands, letting go of the wheel and finding his phone deep in his pocket. Clicking the side button, chewing on his lower lip when he sees the time. 16:05. It was even worse than he thought. Not just twenty four hours but twenty five.

In a few quick motions Remus opened up his chat with Sirius. Leaning back into the car seat as he starts typing.

You’re late again

Am I?

Yeah fuck

Okey I’m running

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Enough with the emojis!!

That’s so mean😞

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After a few very long minutes a flushed and panting Sirius appeared outside of the car window. “I’m so sorry,” he apologises the second he opens the door.

“S’alright,” the other man brushed it off with a dismissive hand. He’s used to Sirius' problems when it comes to arriving on time. “C’mon hop in.” Remus urges, nodding his head in the direction of the passenger seat.

Sirius does like his friend tells him to, settling down in the leather seat and closing the door after him, putting on his seatbelt with a tired sigh. Without even so much as asking he quickly reaches out with his ring clad hand, fiddling with Remus' car so that his phone is connected to the stereo.

He always tends to do this, overusing his rights as the person in the passenger seat.

“Only good music,” Remus demands, driving out of the school's parking lot.

He could argue with Sirius and tell him that it's his car, he’s the one who gets to choose the music. But he also knows better than that. He’s unfortunately known the man since they were eleven years old, he knows that Sirius could easily take him down in a fight.

Sirius arches a single black eyebrow, his gaze focused on his phone as he smiles widely. “You have such a weird idea of what good music is.” He comments as he scrolls on his phone, trying to decide what to listen to, sending Remus a coy smile when he hears a faint scoff coming out of the history professor.

Like every other day Sirius eventually puts on Queen. It’s something he and Remus can always agree on.

Tranquility gradually settled over them like a nice warm blanket, despite the fact that Brian May was having another wild guitar solo in the background. It’s the kind of silence that comes from having known someone for such a long time. There’s no secrets left and most certainly no uncomfortableness. They can talk about everything, well maybe not everything.

There’s one thing Remus has always struggled to talk about.

“What do you think about the new art professor?” Sirius questions curiously, not knowing the depth of what he’s actually asking. “I reckon she’s a hundred times better than that substitute they hired for like two months.”

Remus swallows thickly as he turns the wheel, getting closer to their shared apartment. Yes he’s a man in his late twenties, soon thirties, that has a roommate. What’s the big deal?

“She’s nice.” He acknowledged, clearing his throat. Hoping that Sirius would drop it.

Sirius' perfect black eyebrows furrow slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Unintentionally also covering up his favourite ABBA t-shirt. “Nice?” He interrogated, a hint of disbelief entering his tone. “But you ate lunch with her. She must be more than nice.” Sirius pointed out and god does Remus regret telling him that.

Remus offers him a half shrug, his rose coloured cheeks saying something completely different. “I don’t know,” he sighs, clearly trying to completely shut down the conversation, never bringing it up again.

To Remus' surprise Sirius is actually silent for a few moments. Until he can’t hold it in any longer. “Just nice?” He questions, still not believing Remus. They ate lunch together outside. Not just in the cafeteria like teachers normally do.

“Yeah nice.” He repeated, the word nice tasting awfully strange on his tongue, feeling like they’re just going back and forth now.

Sirius observed him with narrowed eyes, studying Remus. Pulling back a loose strand of black hair that fell down in his face. “Alright.” he gives up, glancing out the car window. Watching their street flashing by, their apartment getting closer and closer.

They finally arrive by their front door, Remus parking as close as he can so he won’t have to walk more than necessary. It’s not that he's lazy, actually quite the opposite. His hip and sometimes knees just tend to ache. Especially when it’s cold outside.

Sirius rattles with his keys in front of Remus face teasingly, the two walking up the stairs to the door. “You know,” he smiles. “She’s not just nice is she? I think you like her.”

Twenty four or twenty five hours, it doesn’t matter. Because they eventually passed by.

You didn’t get very much time before your last class and the beginning of the parent teacher meeting and unfortunately your last class of the day isn't by any means the oldest. So before running through the hallways to try arriving on time, even though the meeting started ten minutes ago, you needed to clean away blotches of paint and brushes.

With fingers coated in different acrylic paints you hesitantly reached for the doorknob. You truly didn’t want to be that teacher. That teacher who comes off as completely ignorant and uncaring about their students. Which you’re not, you could never be. Your timing was just wrong and honestly unfair.

The second you opened the door all eyes were on you. The hope of sneaking in unnoticed immediately shredding into pieces.

Remus' head jolts up when he hears the door shut. He’s been waiting patiently, or not so patiently as Sirius kept teasing him. Apparently his foot had been tapping against the chair's leg to the point where Sirius completely lost it.

He observes you with curious eyes, softening when they finally meet. Extending a hand, subtly gesturing for you to sit down on the chair on his right.

You shuffle over, apologising over and over to the people who need to stand so that you can get through. “Hi,” you breathe, a bit out of breath. Your eyes flickering over to the familiar man on Remus' right. His shoulder length raven curls pulled up into a low messy bun, a few strands falling out. Wearing one of his usual band t-shirts.

“Sirius right?” You extend a hand, giving Sirius a good firm shake before you sit down next to Remus. “I’m y/n, the new art teacher.” You introduce yourself.

The music teacher's forehead creases, lips twitching upwards. “Yeah,” he nods, sending Remus a teasing gaze. “Nice to meet you.” he replies kindly, looking back at you and then settling his gaze forward on the whiteboard.

The meeting returns to normal, the headmaster McGonagall standing at the front. Talking about a trip to France that might be happening for the students studying French.

Truly there’s really no real point in all of the other teachers being there. It’s just to look good and so that the parents can get a chance to talk to them if they have any questions or concerns.

Remus does try to concentrate, at least for a few minutes, but he can’t when you’re sitting next to him. He just wants to know everything about you and he doesn’t want the conversation to be short. He wants it to last for a long time, wanting to know every single little detail.

After spending a few seconds thinking, which he could’ve spent listening to the ongoing meeting, he finally leans in a bit so that he can whisper:

“Why were you late?”

You really couldn’t concentrate either since his thigh was only a few millimetres away from yours. You were waiting, patiently just like Remus, heart accelerating inside your chest. “I needed to clean up from my last class.” You explain quietly, making sure no one else can hear you.

Remus brows raised, pulling together. “Which class?” He questions. Rolling up the sleeves of his dark green sweater up to his elbows. You’ve noticed he wears a lot of those. Not that you’re complaining.

“They’re in year nine I think,” you whisper. “I haven’t really learned which classes are called what.” You admit somewhat sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nods, knowing how the ones in year nine can get sometimes. “Most of them are nice and well mannered. But you’re also new. They’ll get better soon when they’ve warmed up to you and if they don’t I'll tell ’em off.” He warns playfully, his nervousness slowly starting to wear off.

You snicker quietly, the wild and eager butterflies in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you adoringly with those perfect deep brown eyes. An uncomfortable lump building in your throat, stopping your words from coming out.

Remus starts to feel a faint lightheadedness and glances back to the front of the room. Making a very weak attempt at actually listening. He’s never felt the urge to continue talking to someone, to keep the conversation alive. At least not as strong. Remus has always been a rather reserved person, the few people getting him out of his shell being his three best friends.

You try to ignore how your mouth is starting to feel more like a desert, swallowing desperately and subtly peering back on the history teacher. Whose mind also seems to be somewhere else.

“Mr Lupin,” you whisper, smiling nervously when he turns his head to look at you. Your faces suddenly unintentionally become very close, both of you flinching back. “How did you manage to save my seat?” Referring to the fact that every single chair in the medium sized auditorium is being used.

Remus manages to maintain eye contact, almost a bit proud of himself. “I pulled some strings,” he answered, lips curling into a lopsided grin, folding his hands in his lap.

It became quite apparent that Sirius catched a bit of the conversation. Because he quickly leaned forward up and behind Remus, leaning his arms on the top of the chair so that he can talk to you. “He yelled at a few people actually,” Sirius tells you proudly.

Remus' eyes widened comically, mouth slightly parted. “No hey, that's not true!” He defends himself just a bit too loud, a few of the parents turning around to send them annoyed glances.

He presses his lips tightly together, nostrils flaring as he exhales deeply. “That’s not true.” He murmurs through gritted teeth. Avoiding both yours and Sirius's eyes.

Due to the fact that Remus is staring down into his lap you take your chance and tilt your head to your left, raising a questioning eyebrow as you face Sirius.

A sly smirk spreads across his face, mouthing the word yes so that Remus won’t hear. But Remus knows better than that.

“What are you doing Sirius?”

“Mhm? Nothing,” Sirius lifts his hands up in mock surrender. Removing his arms from the chair, leaning back against it again. Starting to fiddle with the silver rings on his hands, one ring on every single finger. “Y/n? Does Remus have your number?” He asks, leaning forward to once again catch eyes with you, waggling his eyebrows. Knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Remus opens his mouth to answer, but you get there before him. “No, I don't think so. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sirius shrugs, knowing he’s in for a real scolding later. “It’s rather important though, if something happens.” He ponders quietly but loud enough for both of them to hear him.

After that little interruption from Sirius' part it took you some time to gain the courage to actually comment on what Sirius said. So much time that the meeting ended and you panicked, not wanting to lose this incredible chance.

Just as he stands up, on his way to leave, you gain his attention by not rising from your chair. Everyone was on their way out, why weren’t you leaving?

“You know,” you begin to say as he finally looks at you with confusion written all over his face. “I think he was right. I might need your number,” you declare, realising you sounded a bit desperate. “For work purposes, you know. If something happens.” You add quickly, feeling how your skin begins to prickle with warmth, pink appearing on your cheeks.

Remus can’t help but look around before he answers, as if he’s afraid someone could hear you. “Uhm,” he stutters, his chin held close to his body before he properly looks up at you. “Yeah. For work purposes obviously.”

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[jooyeonsvape]

— candy kisses

genre; smut

w/c; 1.5k

pairings; student!yeonjun, female!reader

warnings; literally the entire thing. pure smut.

[masterlists]

a/n; i made a soobin angst yesterday and im excited to share this one to you <3 im doing beomgyu soon, so follow for the updates!!

one day you were a simple student, always stayed in line, and got good grades; the next, you were running to the utility room inbetween classes to visit yeonjun.

he was the complete opposite of you which intrigued you even more to him, he had piercings in his ears, with tattoos across his chest and arms but they were covered by his uniform.

you look at the wall clock and tap your foot impatiently which made your friend tap your shoulder from behind. “are you okay?” you just nod and turn your head with a comforting smile, “i just need to use the bathroom, i wish class would end already.”

the teacher tells the class everything he wants you to study for on the next test and you knew in 5 minutes yeonjun would be deep inside of you.

finally, the bell rings and you pull out the lip gloss yeonjun liked you to wear, applying it skillfully on your lips, “i’m going to the bathroom, bye.” you tell your group of friends as they crowd around your desk and leave quickly.

you go at a small jog down the hallway to avoid suspicion from others and look around when you make it to the closet, opening it slowly.

it was dark in the room from the window being covered with boards and you lock the door behind you.

“yeonjun?”

“over here, what took you so long?”

you follow the voice and a lamp turns on so you see the face of yeonjun. he was sculpted by the gods, his body proportions were perfect and he never had a bad hair day.

“i was trying to not get caught.” you smirk at him and sit down on his lap, looking down to show him you weren’t wearing underwear.

he smirks back at you and kisses your lips without saying anything about you going commando. yeonjun moves your hips slowly so you were rubbing against his growing dick and hums, pulling away from the kiss.

“you put on the lip gloss that tastes like candy.” you chuckle and nod, still grinding on him at a slow pace. “and you’re wearing the cologne i like.” his cheeks blush at being caught, “i didn’t put it on for you, i happen to like it as well.”

you roll your eyes and yeonjun bites his lip, giving your ass a slap under the skirt you’re wearing. “i have 20 minutes to do whatever i want with you.” he closes eyes slowly at your grinds and when he gets hard enough, he reaches down, rubbing your clit.

“did you come to school with no underwear for me? you aren’t showing your pussy to anyone else right?” yeonjun growls the last part in your ear while he rubs and you shake your head, “only for you.” he nods gently and slides two fingers inside your cunt.

you yelp loud at the feeling of your tightness being stretched by his long fingers and his free hand slaps across your mouth. “you know we have to be quiet baby girl.”

you nod quickly and whine against his hand as he fastens his pace, but it wasn’t enough. you were dreaming about him all weekend and you needed it rough.

yeonjun chuckles at your impatience when he notices you starting to bounce on his fingers, “needy today huh?” you nod again and he pulls his hand away from your mouth.

“take off your shirt please,” you breathlessly whimper, his tattoos being your biggest turn on and he abides, unbottoning the shirt until it fell off his shoulders.

his muscles flexed when he pulls his fingers out of you and admires the glistening wetness on them, while chuckling, “damn baby girl, you really are needy.” he takes the fingers that were just inside of you and licks them clean, making your pussy clench from the erotic sight.

“i think i just found a new turn on.” you whisper and kiss his mouth hungrily before sliding his dick out of his pants, “mmm, i guess i’m not the only needy one.” you admire his hard cock by jerking it a few times, wanting to see his reaction.

he tilts his head back against the chair and tried to focus on not moaning. you smirk to yourself and align his tip to your lips, dragging it back and forth to get him wet.

he groans lowly and grabbed your hips, pushing his dick deep inside of you. “i can’t wait any longer baby, it was such a long weekend.” you whine in his ear and kiss the skin softly while he thrusts his hips upwards.

yeonjun stopped his movements so he could take off your shirt until you were just left in your skirt and you start bouncing on his dick fast. “such a good girl.” he whispers in a groan, watching as your boobs bounced with your speed.

he leans in and takes your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while his hand gripped the other in his big hand. you moan softly and breathe hard from the feeling, “i love when you suck on my titties, thats all i think about during class.”

yeonjun looks up at you through his eyelashes while he still sucks on the nipple and pulls away. “i bet your pussy was soaked the entire day thinking about me huh?” he smirks and you nod with a moan.

he skillfully lifted you up while he was still inside of you and flips you over so your ass was facing him. “god, imagining your wet chair while you thought of my dick makes me want to do disgusting things to you.”

you lay your cheek against the desk he was just sitting at and turn to look at him, “then do it, i’m not scared. you could make me cum just by looking at your face.” you moan quietly and push your ass out so he would go deeper.

yeonjun lifts your skirt without saying anything and gives you a hard slap while pounding into your pussy from behind. “i’m already close, you have the best and worst effect on me.” he chuckles and slaps your ass hard again, making the skin turn red.

you hide your moans by biting on the shirt he just took off of you and squeeze your eyes tight from a mix of pain and pleasure. “harder.” you mumble in the shirt and yeonjun slaps your ass harder then rubs the area with his hand.

“you won’t be able to sit down in class if i do it more baby girl.”

you groan and look back at him again, “i don’t care.”

he slaps the already red skin and continues to pound into your pussy with a groan. “im about to cum,” his mouth hung open when he found his release, his cum shooting deep inside.

just as you were about to cum with him, the door handle starts jiggling and a sound of keys was heard.

yeonjun pulls out of you fast, and hides the both of you under the desk quickly, putting you ontop of him so you could both fit.

you bite your lip when you hear a class president entering the room looking for cleaning products and pray they don’t come to the desk.

yeonjun sighs in your ear when the student starts rummaging through the closet, and cursing to themselves because they couldn’t find it.

the light was turned on so yeonjun had a perfect view of your body he hasn’t seen before and he begins sliding a hand down your stomach. you give him a ‘don’t you dare’ look, but it was too late.

his fingers found your sensitive clit and starts rubbing slowly, making your body jolt. you didn’t trust yourself so you grabbed his other hand and put it over your mouth like before while the student searches.

yeonjun holds you close and rubs faster on your nub, kissing the side of your neck lovingly which made your orgasm approach fast.

you grab his arm and dig your nails in his skin while he wets his fingers, sliding them inbetween your pussy lips again. “rub” he says as low as possible and you obey, rubbing your clit fast while he stuffs his fingers deep inside.

it took less than 30 seconds before you were cumming and the student left the closet. yeonjun stayed in the same position even though the coast was clear and pulls his fingers out slowly while you still rub your sensitive clit.

“that was so fucking hot.” he chuckles and removes his hand from your mouth, then getting out from under the desk. you pant at the pleasure you just had and start getting dressed.

“i can’t wait for 4th period tomorrow now.” you chuckle and kiss his lips hard when he finishes getting dressed as well. “the bell is about to ring, i’m gonna head to class, leave 5 minutes after i do.”

he nods at your set rules and before leaving, you bend down slowly to pick up an earring you purposely dropped. “oops,” you tease while yeonjun focuses on your still wet pussy under your skirt and the red ass he gave you. “nope, we’re skipping next class, get over here now.”

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[mrsnishimuraaa]

jealousy

slytherin riki x griffindor reader!

note: this was req! i begcut me slack i have never watched hp movie in my life and this is a tinsy bit rushed but besides that i hope you enjoy though this is not the best of works i apologise 😭😭

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things could get hectic sometimes around the school, but there’s always a way around it so here you find yourself sitting next to one of the new students deciding to make him feel a little more welcome to the sometimes not so welcoming environment, but your sweet and caring nature is something that he took in well, he noticed the way that your smile flashed when you were talking to him, helping him with his work, finding his way around hogwarts and making potions here and there. but the one student that had always sat at the back of the classroom was riki. though everyone takes him for the kind of mean and come off cold kind of person but you always believe that deep down everybody has some sort of soft spot.

but the parts that you didn’t take in was how he would look at you helping other male students around with their work, inching just a little bit too close to them, the way your skirt would ride up your thighs. although you weren’t his nor has he really ever spoken to you, he wants to find a way to make you his and he’ll make sure that it will happen . and by that he means he will go to any extent to have you under by his charms or underneath him.

The classes where you would be helping other male students riki would always be eyeing holes through them from the back of the room, the way that your hands would accidentally touch when passing things to eachother , the way that they lean in when you’re speaking to them because they couldn’t hear you well enough, the jealousy that boiled inside him grew day by day until he finally decided that he had enough, starting to try and grow closer to you. occasionally bumping into you in the hallways, exchanging notes or sometimes small greetings with each other.

But the day that he saw you talking to that one guy that you always are with, having you pressed up against your locker was the day that he just couldn’t take it any more. He trailed towards the two of you slowly but he walked as if he was on a mission, really trying to see how it would play out. you catch a glimpse of him marching towards the two of you from the corner of your eye thinking that maybe he’s just coming up to you for a few answers, but oh your so wrong

“what the fuck do you think your doing?” riki’s voice echos through the hallway. the boy steps away from you “i-it’s not what it looks like” his hands raise slightly in defence. but he is almost thrown out of the way as riki shoves his shoulder. “don’t ever speak to her again” his voice thick with intention. “what are you doing?” even through this eventful situation your voice remains calm and sweet, looking at the significantly taller boy with almost loving eyes.

“playing innocent hm? like he wasn’t about to take you right then and there huh doll? fuck do you know what you do to me?” his voice barley above a whisper as his eyes briefly scan the hall “what?” the tone of his words being an affect on you “come with me” he grabs your wrist, you hesitate for a moment, you can’t just run off to your rivals dormitory, but you follow his lead anyway.

“what is this all about? what’s your problem” you search for answers as you follow him through what seems like a maze, “you drive me crazy Y/N, always so close to all those other boys” he turns to look down at you briefly “so your jealous” you scoff slightly. “ don’t fucking test me” he opens the door to his dorm, ushering you inside before slamming it shut, and slamming his lips straight into yours. your taken back slightly but soon give into the warm feeling of his mouth.

he slowly guides the two of you backward, lips never leaving yours as you crash down onto his couch. breaking the kiss as he kisses slowly down your body , sucking on your neck as his hands rub your waist. “you drive me mad” he mumbles against your skin, sliding to his knees infront of the couch, leaving him looking straight up your skirt, shyness of course takes over you and he pickes it up. “don’t play innocent with me baby” his thumb runs over your clothed pussy as you whimper slightly. “take em off” he raises his eyebrows at you, watching as you shyly yet willingly drop your panties to your ankles.

“good girl, so wet f’me already hm, wanna see what you do to me?” the tease in his tone drove you mad, nodding as he pulls his pants and boxers down, his dick springs free and your mouth falls agape slightly. “ like what you see huh? “ his large hands find your thighs, spreading them apart as he rubs the tip of his dick against your folds. “please” the word left your lips almost silently, but your breath is brutally taken from your lungs as he slams his length in all at once. a sharp gasp is torn from you “ shit- i bet he would never fuck you like this” he grunts out, leaving you no time to adjust as his pace already grows ruthless. moans and whines leaving your mouth as he plows into your pussy.

“fuck, this is what you wanted isn’t it? hm? someone to fuck you so good” god he’s so cocky, but you can’t act like it isn’t turning you on. “always being so provocative, with your tiny fucking skirts” his hand snakes to your neck, applying a small amount of pressure. “fuck please please please!” you whine out as you throw your head back, immense pleasure taking over you as he absolutely destroys your insides. “yeah you wanna cum?” he taunts you as you nod quickly. “be a good girl and cum for me, bet he could never make you cum like this huh” his thrusts deepen even more, feeling like there’s a meaning to each thrust.

and before you know it your walls are pulsating around him as you squirt, liquid covering his pelvis and the top of your skirt “ah! shit”he slams himself even deeper this time with a grunt, emptying his balls almost straight into your womb. “never speak to that fucking guy again, got it?” his eyebrow raises , you nod hesitantly at his almost harsh words. “

good girl, maybe come sit with me in the back of class, find out how good you are at staying quiet hm?”



[justkissmewip]

Update 2/12/2025

Hey guys, so I realized as I was writing that I just wasn't going to be able to get Chapter 2 done in time for Valentine's day. It's around 280k words and is almost done, but I also want to play test it to make sure everything is good, so I didn't want to rush the update.

However, you have all been very patient, so I thought the least could do was give y'all a little teaser. So I've uploaded the first part of Chapter 2 along with the original demo to Cogdemos. The link in the pinned post should now link to that site. I hope y'all enjoy a little teaser of Chapter 2!

Important updates/changes

These are some feature changes you will see briefly in the update and more as Chapter 2 is fully uploaded.

Personality trait 'Reserved' has been changed to 'Cold'

I felt that 'Reserved' was too similar to 'Stoic' and it became difficult to distinguish the two, so I have the Cold options to be more abrasive/rude. So you kind of get to be a dick more lol. I felt like it was a good change and I enjoyed writing the Cold options, I hope y'all agree!

True to self tracker

I added this to track how much the player changes the morality. That is, if you change your morality choice from the beginning of the chapter to the end of the chapter, this percentage essentially tracks if you are more True to Self (i.e. stick with your initial moral choice or something similar) or Flexible (i.e. moral choices vary greatly from beginning to end of chapter).

Steadfast vs. Volatile

This is a new dimension of the player's personality that tracks their action choices. These are the subtle choices where you can make a decision that either 'fits' your character or is considered 'out of character.' There's no punishment for being Volatile, nor boon for being Steadfast. I just thought it would be a good way to show the choices the player was making.

Route

I'll explain that more later, but essentially my plan for right now is that as you befriend/romance a character, you will pick their 'route' and be on their 'path' similar to a visual novel, but I still need to work out the kinks!

School starts in September

This is minor, but I have school starting in September because it fits my timeline better, even though school starts in August in South Carolina. Teehee!

New study and scholarship system (Free Time)

This is something I added to give the player character options to study, work on their scholarship, and even get to know some of the characters better through phone calls. I think it would be a neat feature that fits the school life and lets the player boost some stats so it actually feels like they are studying/getting better at their scholarship activity.

Popularity stat

This stat is influenced by how well you perform in your scholarship activity. Essentially, you do good at your scholarship activity (debate for academics, soccer for athletics, art shows/etc. for art), you will have a popularity boost.

I believe that covers most of the major changes. Again, you'll probably see this more as the full Chapter 2 demo comes out, but I wanted to explain some things first.

I hope you enjoy the teaser of Chapter 2! Please let me know your thoughts, let me know of any bugs (should be fine, fingers crossed), and let me know what you think of the PC and the other characters. Thank you, and Chapter 2 should be done soon!

-Lucky

[jun-hannie]

18+/mdi

popular friend!Chan x fem!reader

drabble: friends2lovers, teasing, smut, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of seungcheol & mingyu, penetrative sex, fingering(f receiving), dry humping, nipple play(f receiving), fluff

wc: 2k

a/n: happy birthday dino !! a little drabble in honor of the future of kpop mr. lee chan ! i hope you enjoy reading, i plan on writing more in the future !

The smell of the book will always make you swoon; a swoon that is romantic but few could recognize. Chan clears his throat from next to you, breaking your focus. You look up to him, raising your head from the table.

“Can I help you?” You sigh aloud, to which he quirks a brow in return. His facial expression is enough for you to know that he is judging you, but nothing too serious. 

“Please let me enjoy this book for once.” You say, lowering your head back to the book once again.

“Are you reading or are you about to eat it?” Chan laughs. 

“I imagine you probably have a party to get ready to host later, so you should start leaving now.” 

At the moment, you were trying to enjoy your latest read in between your homework. Until your friend from high school, Chan, spotted you and decided to annoy the hell out of you where he finds some kind of childish pleasure from.

You and Chan met in your sophomore year of high school after your teacher placed you next to him for the rest of the year. Chan went from being a nerdy, awkward, and the kid to an obnoxious, rowdy, and popular person in a span of a few months. However, whenever around you, he toned down and wouldn’t tease as much as you have barely changed, maybe aside from your looks. Chan grew into his face which later would come in handy to his college years, specifically the ones where he would spend at the same school as you. 

Everyone around you assumed you were an older sister to Chan due to his obedience and his shift when you were around. As much as you wanted to get away from the limelight that followed Chan, you were unable to lose the reign of the bubbly dinosaur that trailed around you. Chan being in a frat was predicted by you but you still strayed away from the party life that Chan was practicing. Something Chan didn’t mind too much. 

“You’re right, I do actually.” Chan nodded as he stretched his arms, not appearing to get up anytime soon. “But I don’t want to leave you on your own yet. You know since its January, it gets darker way sooner, so I’d rather walk you back to your dorm before I head over to the house.”

“It’s okay, my friend is coming by to walk with me,” You start, seeing Chan’s shoulders sit back at the mention of another person.

“Don’t worry, it’s Ellie.” You laugh.

“I don’t particularly like Elliana, you know.” Chan argues.

The discomfort that is shared between Ellie and Chan is that Ellie is a party girl and always turns up at his parties, where she would later snitch to you about the different array of girls he would kiss and sneak off with. It’s not something that you were a fan of hearing as Chan was an old friend to you, but it gave you something to tease him later about.

“I know, but she just told me about the red head she saw you tangling your hands into.” Chan’s ears turn red at the mention of another girl he messed around with. 

“We didn’t even do anything. I don’t understand why she even tells you. It’s really none of her business in the first place.” He frowns deeply, reminding you of his younger self making you laugh. 

“It’s funny to see how you react, besides I don’t even care so don’t feel embarrassed. You should be more worried about catching something in the long run.” You comment and Chan looks down.

“Well that’s one way to kick a man out of a library.” He says dryly. “I’ll see you, Y/N. Don’t be a party pooper from the comfort of your dorm.” 

Chan’s comment has you thinking of something else to tease him with but Ellie springs up beforehand. 

“Hi Chan, or should I say man-whore?” Ellie says, smiling enough for 10 people. 

“Ugh, please don’t come later on, Elliana.” Chan practically begs to which Ellie laughs.

“Don’t say that Channie, or else I won't bring my hot friends.” Ellie retorts.

Chan looks uncomfortable with Ellie’s comment and instead turns around and leaves without another word. 

“Hm, usually when I say that he basically jumps for joy at the thought of another hot girl entering his premise.” Ellie says, plopping next to you.

“Really? He always acts like girls are not of interest to him. At least to me, I guess.” You say, closing your book, it wasn’t being read anyways. 

Ellie doesn’t respond, simply leaving a satisfied smile.

“Alright, we can go to the dorm.” You say getting up fixing your shirt correctly.

“Woo, let’s go!” Ellie nearly shouts, having you slap your hand over her mouth. 

“Too loud?” Ellie squeaks, and you nod.

— At The Dorm —

“Green or red?” Ellie asks, wearing a fitted red dress and hold a green one next to her. She spins around to show you.

You examine both dresses from your bed. 

“Red, it has a sexiness to it.” You smile at her, dropping your eyes back to your phone. Chan sent a text asking about hanging out with him and his mom when she comes down to visit.

“Perfect!” Ellie smiles, running her hands down her body approvingly. 

You respond to Chan and go back onto Instagram where you see people you go to school with posting pictures and videos from parties, some of which you can see Chan chatting with different girls. You sigh as you feel FOMO from the pictures alone. Although you don’t like parties, there was something about seeing Dino having fun with other girls that made you feel like you were missing out on a part of him that everyone else got to see. Who was this person that Chan was hiding from you? Was he embarrassed of you?

“Can-uh Can I go to the party with you, Ellie?” You ask suddenly.

Even Ellie is caught off guard from your question and responds with a loud “Huh?”

“I just haven’t really gone to any parties as of recent so I felt like I was kind of missing out. I just wanted to go to one.” You ramble and Ellie’s faces lights up.

“Of course! Get ready, and then head to my room when you’re done! A couple of us are going to be pregaming before we go!” 

At that, you start brushing out your hair. You had makeup done already so there was only a little to be touched up, a little darker than usual. Then you shimmy into a black tight dress that you bought for parties, but has been rarely used. It falls barely above your butt.

You wander over to Ellie’s dorm room where there is loud music blaring already. You knock and Ellie rumbles out giggling, “WOO, COME TAKE A SHOT!”

You don’t question anything, and before you know it you’ve had 3 shots and are heading over to Chan’s frat house in the freezing cold without a coat. Not that you needed one, you couldn’t feel the snow.

The frat house is spilling with people already and you follow behind the rest of the girls. Already tipsy, you don’t look too out of place, but you still feel a little awkward. 

The inside is dark, which makes you feel a little more comfortable while your eyes scan to find a specific person. 

Ellie rushes over and suddenly hands you a red solo cup. “Drink this!” She shouts, which is loud even with the deafening music.

“What is it?” You ask, looking up from the cup, only for her to be gone already. 

Normal instincts are not in use as you take a long sip of the disgusting drink. It nearly makes you gag it up and it burns as it runs down your throat, but you feel lighter.

You pass by a few guys and stop when one of them stands in front of you, stopping you from leaving. 

“Hi, I’m Seungcheol.” The guy with the big arms smiles at you. You instinctively smile back. Before you could muster up a response, a large hand snakes around your waist and pulls you in.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N” Chan suddenly says, and you realize that Chan is the one with his arm around you. If you were sober, you probably would’ve pushed him away by now, but now your face just feels hot. 

“I thought she was, like, your sister or something?” One of the guys says, must taller than the others. 

“Gyu, shut up. No, this is my friend.” Chan asserts, but you can tell he is a little tipsy himself based on his awkward demeanor and reaction.

Before any of the guys could respond, Chan whisks you away to the other side of the room, where dozens of people are dancing drunkenly. 

“What are you doing here? I almost didn’t believe it was you until I saw Ellie with you.” Chan says quickly.

The drink must’ve hit faster than you thought because now your thoughts are all jumbled and all you can think about is how hot Lee Chan is. 

“I wanted to see how you act without me.” You pout, something that is completely out of the ordinary for you. Chan, clearly surprised by your response, laughs.

“Oh, did you? Well, you can’t know if you’re already drunk” Chan says, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. 

“Aw, can you please show me?” You look like you’re about to cry.

“Hey, woah woah. It’s okay, You’re okay, come with me.” Chan says, his hands trying to comfort you, with your sudden explosion of sadness. 

Chan grabs a hold of your hand and you follow him upstairs. A shout from below comes from Ellie, “WOO GO CHAN! GET YOUR DREAM GIRL!”

You swing your head from Ellie back to Chan, “Who is your dream girl?”

Chan shakes his head, but doesn’t respond, so you stare at the back of his head where his ears are a dark red. You feel yourself sober up from a revelation that has your hands sweating.

Chan pulls you into a room that he turns the light on in, you assume it’s his room. You’ve never been to his room, but you feel like you’re spinning so you don’t think too much.

Chan has you sit on the bed with the dark blue sheets. “This is such a boy bed.” You comment.

“Well I am a boy.” Chan says, smiling.

“What are we doing here? Is this what you’re like at all your parties?” You ask, clearly confused. 

“No, I’m not. I don’t want you to see me like that because I’m not fun.” Chan says, handing you a water bottle, a little warm from sitting on his nightstand for however long. “Just stay here for a little bit to sober up, I think you have a really low tolerance.”

“But, I want to see how everyone sees you. I only see you as the cute, sweet, awkward boy who is sometimes annoying.” You explain and he listens thoroughly.

“I don’t want you to think of me like how Ellie does. If you don’t see me like that, then I’ll still be that sweet guy to you. I’d like to keep a good reputation, you know.” Chan says, smiling. 

“So are you really a man-whore?” You ask, slurring your words a little.

Chan just laughs at your bluntness. “Drink up.”

Taking another sip of water you just look at Chan and maybe it was the alcohol, but you couldn’t stop smiling at him. Hoping to not want to creep him out, you suddenly drop the smile.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, and you swoon at how gentle he is. It was like a light you haven’t seen him in and it was so warm. Chan was so warm.

“You smell like a book.” You blurt out.

“What?” Chan asks, about to laugh.

“You smell like a book right now. Don’t worry, I like the way books smell.” You explain, looking straight at his collar bones that were peaking from his black tee shirt.

Before Chan can respond, you lean in and smell his neck. While not something that was intentionally sexual, Chan tenses up at the action.

You sit back and look at him. Chan is no longer smiling, the look on his face is the most serious it’s ever been. 

“I’m sorry, I had a get a better smell.” You explain, looking at your clammy hands. 

Suddenly, Chan lifts your chin and kisses you. It's a soft and gentle kiss, but you melt into it. Before you can properly kiss back, he is already pulling away. Your eyes flutter open and the outer parts of his face are reddening.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve just ruined everything. I know you probably see me as a brother and now I’ve just made this so awkward. Please just forget-” 

You cut him off and instead shut him up with a kiss. It’s a little sloppy, immature, and awkward, but that's how you both were. Chan starts to kiss back after a moment of surprise and starts to lead.

Chan’s hands place their place on your cheek and neck, respectably, before he pushes his body closer to yours.

You gasp when you feel his chest touching yours and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He explores your mouth, moaning to each of your reactions that felt like too much for him. 

You find your hands on his chest, fingers dancing their way down to the hem, then pulling it over his head. When you break the kiss, your eyes scan his face. Cheeks a dark red, eyes heavy lidded, out of breath, and so hot. 

“Oh my god, look at you.” Chan starts, his arms reaching for waist, like his hand were already molded in your hips.”Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want.” Chan says, looking like he never wants to stop.

“No, please.” You respond, pulling him back in.

He helps slide your dress down past your chest, where he pulls away to lock his eyes onto your laced bra.

“Is it okay..” He asks, while you’re already unclasping it for him. 

His hands fly up to your chest and he squishes. He plays with your chest until he replaces his pinching fingers to light biting to your nipples. You become a moaning mess while your hands tug onto his short dark hair. 

“Can you please,” Before you can finish your sentence, Chan pulls his jeans off leaving one piece of fabric tailored on his body left.

You slowly pull off your panties and he gives his full attention. His pupils, blown out as he leans in to kiss you. He kisses you softly, while his fingers rub your clit. He swallows each of your moans and slides a finger in.

“You’re so so tight, is this all for me? Are you making a mess on my bed for me? Are you going to make it up to me?” Chan says as you moan out apologies, none of them meaning much as you’re grinding against his fingers.

“If I give you more, will you take it like a good girl?” Chan asks, using his other hand to squeeze himself to relieve some of the strain from not being able to fuck you quite yet.

“Please, give me more. Please, please” You cry out, which is not enough for Chan. He grinds his hardness against your bare cunt, “Would you be a good girl for me?” He asks again.

“Yes. Please, just for you.” You cry out, and without another word, Chan pulls his member out and pushes into you without warning.

You both groan at the stretch and he doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to his size. 

After your nod of approval, he starts moving. “God, it feels like you were made just for me. I can’t believe you made me wait since high school. Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you?” Chan rambles as he continues thrusting. You can’t even register his words completely from the pleasure being so overbearing. 

“Chan, I’m so close.” You moan out and he starts moving faster.

You can feel him get close by how fast he is going and you throw your head back while you finish. You shut your eyes so tight and squeeze him in the process.

“Oh, I’m so close.” Chan says, pumping into you. You start getting overstimulated and your body starts shaking as he pulls out and cums onto your stomach. He groans and plops down next to you. 

You both are breathing heavily and stare at the ceiling. You look over at him and start laughing, remembering what he said during sex.

“So you really wanted me for that long?” You chuckled, the cool air from the room finally hitting you.

“Shut up.” Chan mumbles, ears becoming permanently red. “You said I smelt like books.”

“I like the way books smell.” You say, leaning over to kiss him.

[sharklovingaquarist]

I dont read what trans identified people respond to me tbh (hard to keep up with even people I like on here) but one responded to my post about gender conditioning being an early process with the hashtag "#terfbullshit" after I talked about how I was molested by a grown man in my Christian private school when I was younger than 5 years old... bruh, idk what you're gonna say to me that proves that's not sex based oppression or conditioning girls. I was constantly bullied by the adults at my school for wearing "boys' clothes" because my parents let me. I was shamed for my weight by the man who hurt me. I was literally bullied by a grown ass woman (daughter of that man) where she would let the little boys hit me because I was crying. I was in PRESCHOOL. You're fucking stupid if you think gender roles suddenly pop into existence as soon as you start puberty. If my parents hadn't told me it's ok for women to act like humans with complex cognitive ability, I would've disconnected from my womanhood. It's mostly "trans women" who get angry at this tho, lmfao you wouldn't know. The roles you grew up with were the pinnacle of humanity, I was raised to perform. Males love to shit themselves over not being able to perform, but how does it feel when your whole identity surrounds the service of others?

Whatever, thank you to the real ones here for being so awesome. The only place I feel safe haha

Edit: imma dox that private school too. Family Christian Academy in Orlando, FL. The principal is a racist piece of shit too. Told my mom I shouldn't be friends with a black boy who was in my kindergarten class. Her parents ran a preschool, and her father would hit us. I can't even recall the SA well. My mind blocks it. One of his rancid daughters physically abused me many times and banned me from wearing dresses because I lifted it as a 4 year old girl. Hope everyone that ran that shit show has a terrible life, trust I know the women are. Must suck being so repressed.

[chenlezip]

jaemin, scream ♡

⤷ summary : when y/n receives a mysterious phone call and finds that her friends are being killed, she suspects that a serial killer may be on the prowl, who is also linked to her mother's murder.

warnings : death, swearing, if you've watched scream you'll know :) idk what other warnings to put im so sorry!! not proof read either eek

annas note : sooo.. i wanted to write a lil something about jaemin and scream.. and this is the better idea i had in mind — one thing you guys NEED to know about me is that i am a horror fanatic.. and so pairing this with jaemin was super fun (maybe i’ll make a horror fic series with nct one day..)

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you're in your bedroom, sat at your desk on your computer as you worked on an assignment. you heard glass breaking outside your window and you stood up, walking closer to check it out. maybe it was one of the cats that roamed around your street?

as you peek out your window, you feel a hand grab your shoulder and you scream, pulling back. "hey- it's just me," your boyfriend jaemin says gently.

"jaem, what the- what the hell are you doing here?" you scold him as he makes his way inside of your room from the window, "you sleep in that?" he gestures to your night dress.

you sigh, "yes i sleep in this. what are you doing here though? my dads in the other room, you can't be here!" as soon as those words left your lips, your dad opened the door but it was jammed with your wardrobe door being open.

you walk over, talking to him as jaemin hid down the side of your bed. as your dad left, he got up, holding one of your plushes as you asked again why he was here.

"well, it occured to me that.. i've never snuck through your bedroom window. i was home.. watching television.. the uh.. the exorcist was on." he continues, "it got me thinking of you."

you're a little confused, "it did?" you ask. "all the good stuff was cut out, it was edited for tv and it got me thinking of us.. how two years ago we started off hot and heavy and now things have changed.." you shake your head at his words, knowing what he's getting at.

"oh, so you thought you could climb through my window and we'd have a little raw footage?" you ask and he laughs, "no.. no, i wouldn't dare think of breaking your underwear rule."

it was the next day at school, you were sat on the edge of the fountain with your boyfriend, jeno, yeri and haechan. they were rambling on about the recent murder of someone you all knew - winter.

"hey, jen, didn't you used to date winter?" you ask as jeno looked away from his girlfriend to you, smirking, "yeah for like.. two seconds." haechan butts in, "before she left you for anton~" he teased. yeri moved away from jeno to look at him, "i thought you dumped her for me?"

"i did. he's full of shit," he glared over at haechan again. "and are the police aware you dated the victim?" haechan pushed up his glasses, pretending to act nerdy. "hey- what are you saying? that i killed her?" jeno and yeri both have an argument with him, and you groan to yourself, not again.

you end up leaving them, kissing jaemin goodbye as you left for the bus home. after doing chores, watching the news but immediately turning it off after they showed your mother who got killed, you just decided to take a nap to take your mind off of things.

you soon awoke to your phone ringing, the loud dial tone ringing through your ears. you whined, "who the hell is calling me?" you ask yourself out loud as you lean over from where you were on the couch, grabbing the phone and putting it to your ear. "hello?" you ask with a sigh as you hear your friend, yeri coming through the other line, "practice ran late. i'm on my way, okay?"

you check the time, "it's past seven.." "don't worry~ winter and her boyfriend didn't cut it until after 10, you're fine." yeri says as she continued, "i'm gonna swing by the video store for us, okay?"

"whatever. just hurry, okay?" "see ya, n/n~" yeri hung up the phone. you smile and let out another soft sigh, placing the phone back on the stand but after a couple seconds, it starts ringing again. "yeri, just get in the car-"

it's not yeri. a creepy voice rings through your ears as he says your name in a greeting. you run a hand through your hair, "uh.. hi, who is this?" you ask softly as you sit up on the couch. "you tell me," he says as you scrunch your brows in confusion, "i-i have no idea.."

"scary night, isn't it? with the murders and all it's like something out of a horror movie." you chuckle, "haechan! you gave yourself away.. are you calling from work? because yeri's on her way over." you get up from the couch.

"do you like scary movies, y/n?"

"i like that thing you're doing with your voice, hae, it's sexy," you giggle to yourself as you turn on your lamp. "what's your favourite scary movie?" 'haechan' asked you. you rub your chin, "oh come on, you know i don't like that shit."

"why not? too scared?" the voice asked as you sigh, "no. it's just.. what's the point? they're all the same. some stupid killer stalking some big-chested girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. it's insulting." you explain, ranting about the movies that you've seen.

you shouldn't of said that because a tall figure wearing a cloak and a ghost face mask appears and attacks you. you try running out the front door but you're fumbling with the locks so you just run upstairs, screaming. you make it into your room and close the door, locking it and backing away from it. your heart is pumping, your thoughts are clouded and you feel petrified. what the hell just happened?

you hear someone once again at your window and it's your boyfriend, jaemin. "jaemin!" you shout for him as you run toward him, helping him in. "the doors locked. i heard screaming - is everything alright?" jaemin looks at you with a worried and concerned expression. "the killers here.. he's in the house!" you bring him closer to you as you ease into the comfort he gives you, you needed this.

"he's in the house. he's got a knife, he's gonna kill us.." you mumble as you try and cling onto his sweatshirt. "he's gone." he whispers to you, holding you tightly against him. you sob into his shoulder before feeling and hearing a phone drop beside him on the floor. you look down and gasp, pulling away from him.

"what?" jaemin asked as you glared at him, removing his arms from your waist, "n/n, what?"

you shake your head and whimper, creating enough space between the two of you before you unlock your room door and run out of it. "wait! wait wait wait wait! what's going on?" you hear jaemin chasing behind you as you continue to try and escape him. "y/n, come back!" he shouts from the stop of the staircase.

you open your front door and scream, seeing the ghost face mask being held up. jisung, who was at the door holding it up, screams too. "sorry! i found this, come on!" he shouts at the other officers, ushering them inside.

jisung finds jaemin and detains him, shoving him roughly against the hood of his car. "alright come on, keep your hands together."

after a rough couple of days and staying close with yeri ignoring your boyfriend, she takes you to a party that jeno is hosting. you thought about not going but you really needed something to take your mind off of everything that happened so you end up going. you enter the kitchen as yeri places bags down on the kitchen counter, smiling at her boyfriend.

you both end up laying on the couch in the living room, jeno following as he brings yeri to his chest and smiles. you look through the movies that haechan has, "how come jamie lee curtis is in all of these movies?" you ask. haechan smiled, leaning near you, pressing his hands together in a prayer, "she's the scream queen."

"with that set of lungs, she should be.." jeno butts in, someone adding a "yeah.." to agree with him. yeri rolled her eyes, looking at you, "tits, you see?"

after spending a couple hours at the party, the curfew ends and everyone starts leaving. "yeri, come on!" you shout upstairs. you haven't seen her since she left to get drinks for jeno. you're a little worried. you turn to jeno who is seeing the party goers out the front door, smiling.

"do you know where she is?" you ask as jeno shakes his head, "i haven't seen her." and then you hear 'agh!'. you gasp, turning around to the front door and seeing jaemin smiling sheepishly. "oh.. jaemin, hey," you give him a small greeting as he looks at you. jeno seems to act suspicious, rubbing his chin, "jaem, hmm.. i wonder what you're doing here."

"was hoping i could talk to n/n, alone."

and he.. did have the chance to and a little more than that, you both got dressed after having an intimate moment in the bedroom upstairs. "you still don't think it was me, do ya?" jaemin asked you as he glared at you from behind, sitting on the floor tying his laces. you chuckle, turning around and sitting to face him, "no. no. i was just thinking, if it were you, it'd be a very clever way to throw me off track."

as you were talking about things, jaemin leans into you and before you know it, ghostface was behind him. "oh my god- jaemin, watch out!" you scream as he gets 'stabbed' multiple times, "oh.. my god.. jaemin.." you whimper.

after an extreme chase with ghostface and escaping the house, you find yourself back there because you saw a cop car outside. you're searching jisung's knocked out body and find a gun, haechan shouts for you, "i found yeri! i think she's dead i think jeno did it-" he panics as you aim it toward him, "stop right there!" jeno runs and stops beside haechan, "don't listen to him y/n!"

you decide to run inside the house and you see jaemin, he fell down the stairs and groaned, "y/n.." you help him up and lead him to the front door, "we need help.." he shakes his head as he opens the front door and haechan pushes his way inside. "look- i think jenos gone mad!"

"we all go a little mad sometimes," jaemin smirked as he turned toward haechan, a sinister look on his face. "fuck!" haechan whispers loudly to himself before getting shout in the shoulder, shouting out in pain and falling to the floor. "hae!" you shout.

jaemin chuckled, "anthony perkins, psycho.." you run over to haechan, kneeling over him as you stare at your so called boyfriend. "no.." you whisper as you try and run but you bump into jenos chest, staring up at him as you beg for him to help you. he holds a voice changer to his mouth, smirking, "surprise y/n."

tags : @injvns @polarisjisung @mejaemin @ayukas @hyckvr @yizhrt @blondemrk @astrasng

[sdr2lovemail]

Daisuke x Reader WIP that I'm not finishing

Synopsis: Daisuke angst something something idk

Notes: This is 12 pages of Daisuke fanfiction that I'm not finishing. I liked what I wrote, so I'm posting what I had!

The sun was just coming up over the horizon. Curly checks his watch anxiously. The ship was due to close its doors soon, and the crew’s IT specialist had yet to arrive. Knowing Pony Express, they would have launched them with or without everyone on board.

Just as he was about to give up and head inside, there’s the sharp sound of shoes hitting the pavement.

“Wait! I’m here!”

Skidding to a halt in front of the captain, you bound over with your hands on your knees. Panting, you offer up a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.” That didn’t include the time you spent last minute packing.

Curly gives you a once over, eyeing the uniform you’ve personalized once again. “It’s your second year working here and yet you’re still violating the dress code.” There was a slight chuckle in his tone.

“I could always go back and change.” You huffed. The drab uniform of the company was simply not up to par.

Shaking his head with a sigh, you’re ushered in to the ship. “No, no, it’s fine. You’re late enough as is. Even the intern made it before you did.”

You perked up, eyes shining. “Daisuke got here before me? That sucks, I wanted to give him the tour.”

The door to the ship shuts with a sharp hiss, the internal mechanism activating the airlock and sealing everyone inside. There was no turning back as Curly punched a code into the keypad near the doorway.

“Yeah, Swansea wasn’t too thrilled to show him around,” his fingers paused. He turns to you with raised eyebrows. “You know Daisuke?”

“Of course, I know Daisuke. I helped him get this job.” Waving your captain off with a shrug, you think back a bit.

Daisuke’s mother, the sweet woman she is, wanted nothing more than the best for her son. It may have been harsh, but in her eyes, this was his doorway to bigger and better things. With his lackluster resume, she figured having you be a reference would help him get out there.

“Between you and me, I don’t think my word was enough. I’m sure she paid those suits a hefty bribe.” You confessed.

As the two of you walked down the creaky, metal halls of the ship, Curly could feel a faint headache starting to form. He pushed it back with a smile. “So, you knew we’d be having an intern before the rest of us? Why didn’t you let me know? We could’ve prepared better.”

Daisuke’s sudden appearance left the crew a bit scrambled. They were short on some supplies, only having stocked up for five people. If they had given a proper warning, perhaps he’d have a proper bed to sleep on and not a cot that Anya was able to find.

“Pony Express said they told you.” Typical.

Nearing the lounge, there’s the gruff hum of Swansea’s drawl. What interested you more was the carefree voice that responded to him. With a spring in your step, you turn the corner.

Eyes were set on you and Curly. Jimmy says nothing while Anya gives a polite wave. Arms crossed; Swansea glared over. “Finally, you’re here. Now the kid can shut up.”

The scent of coconut and ocean waves envelop you as warm, tanned arms surround you. Daisuke leans in for a soft kiss, not minding the audience made up of the crew.

Ignoring Jimmy’s disgusted, and possibly jealous, groan, Curly looks surprised. “Oh, you know Daisuke…”

“This is the Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome you talk so much about?” Anya snickered behind her hand, knowing of the longing rambles you’ve shared with her on escorts.

 Your smile shined, unashamed and proud as your arm was slung around his waist. “That’s right!”

Pulling a flustered act, Daisuke brings his hand to the back of his head to card it through hair. “Oh stop! You talk about me to your friends? I’m embarrassed!” He giggles like a girl in love, which wasn’t too far from the truth.

Childhood friends and high school sweethearts. The two of you have been together for so long. Through everything in life, Daisuke was by your side. Sneaking out to spend the night and taking joyrides. There never seemed to be a time for you to be apart.

When you put in the application for Pony Express, Daisuke sat by you with bated breath. He’d ask every day since you sent it if there was a response. The night your acceptance letter arrived, he took you out to eat, paying for anything he could.

After dropping you off, the radio shut off, he had time to think. He was happy for you, ecstatic even, but he wasn’t going to lie. He felt left behind.

Your opinion and praise and important to him. If you went off to such a professional job, would you find him less than and leave? There was a pit in his stomach at the time, feeling awful that he could even think such a thing.

The thought never left when he dropped you off for your first lift off and the following after that. With you gone for so long, he had more time to put in job applications. Rejection after rejection, his mom was getting tired.

Bags in hand, he stood in front of the towering ship. Travel like this was common, but something about it still felt so futuristic. It was amazing that he got this internship, what did he know about being a mechanic? The only thing he’s ever fixed was his Gameboy that needed new batteries.

Despite the nerves, Daisuke was going to do his best! He was here and was going to make everyone proud. His parents, his new boss, and you.

Your stomach growled as you looked towards the ceiling. Counting the bubbles in the emergency foam seemed to be the best way to pass time. The already strict meals had gotten scarce as the food supply dwindled. Swallowing your saliva will have to sustain you for now.

Daisuke was off with Swansea, Anya was with Curly, and who knew where Jimmy was. Since the crash, the IT room was nearly filled to the brim with foam. With your one surviving computer in pieces, there was nothing for you to do around the ship.

The batteries in your Walkman died a while ago. Daisuke offered to share the last three he had, but you would much rather he kept them. You could always hum the lyrics and hope you remember the lyrics.

The door to the lounge slid open. Daisuke walks in with a big stretch. Plopping himself onto his bedroll, the one he insisted on sliding next to yours, he yawned. “Boss wouldn’t budge again. I keep offering to help break through the foam, but he keeps refusing. I’ll try again tomorrow!”

There was that carefree smile. The one that brought a warm hope into your heart. Laying back, he turns to look at you with those soft, brown eyes. “We’ll get to eat tomorrow morning. Hm, or I guess whenever everyone wakes up.” He turns onto his side and brings his hand to draw patterns on your arm. “I’ll try and snag your favorite soup this time! No one can beat me at rock, paper, scissors.”

You smiled, reaching over to take his hand in your own. “That’s okay. Honestly, I’ll eat anything I’m given.”

“Come on! Pleeeaase?” Daisuke’s hands were clasped in front of him, pleading for you to agree.

“I can’t give you the code scanner. This was a onetime thing.”

Curly had been preoccupied in the cockpit and you needed to get into the IT room. For some reason access to the room was only allowed with a code scanner. Usually, you propped the door open with what was nearby to not pester your captain. Though, it seems the box you used this time gave way.

Having snuck into the empty cockpit, you were able to obtain the code scanner from Curly’s locker.

“I promise it’ll be worth it! If you’re already breaking the rules, why not finish the job?” Daisuke gave you a boyish, the gap in his teeth breaking through.

You laugh at his determination. He set on getting the sweetener packet from the kitchen. “Is it really that good? It’s just sugar, isn’t it?”

Gripping your shoulders, his tone was serious. “It’s more than just sugar. It’s the one sweet treat on this ship!” His voice fades into a whine as can practically taste that artificial sweetener on his tongue.

 You almost agreed if it wasn’t for the code scanner being ripped from your hands. Jimmy’s cigarette-stained scowl entered your vision. “You don’t have clearance to use this.”

“I needed it to get into the IT room.” There was a hint of annoyance in the back of your throat. While you always wanted to be civil with Jimmy. It felt like he always wanted to start issues.

“Next time, keep your hands off the captain’s things.” He looked down at you, not bothering to spare Daisuke a glance as he walked away.

As you lay down, hungry and tired. You wished you would’ve taken up Daisuke’s offer sooner. With Jimmy as Tulpar’s new captain, he kept that code scanner on his hip. Personally, you’d like to stay away from him as much as you could. Now more than ever.

Things felt better when you all had first boarded.

Walking along the halls, you make it to the bunks. The soft sound of humming enters the small hallway. The door closest to the hall was open. With pins borrowed from the medical room, Daisuke stands on his cot to hang up polaroids.

All the photos were marked with a date and most of them had you in the frame somehow. There were other pictures as well. Sunsets, nature, food, everything was worth capturing. He had a real talent for it. It seemed he had already snapped some photos of the ship as well. Even one with a surprised looking Anya.

Daisuke didn’t notice you enter his room, too caught up in his mind. The pushpin falls from his fingers once you spoke up.

“You decided to decorate, huh? Usually, the others live out of their suitcase.”

It was a bit of an exaggeration. Everyone brought at least one personal item from home. Anya had her books which she read often. A mix of psychology and her medical textbooks. Curly brought weights and the pillow off his bed. As much as he’d like to deny it, Swansea’s personal items were mostly photos of his family. Ever the outlier, Jimmy only brought a duffle bag that he refused to let anyone look in.

Plush lips stretch into a smile as Daisuke steps off his cot to pick up the pin. “If I’m going to be here for a year, might as well make the place feel like my bedroom.” Tacking up the last polaroid, he crashed onto the stiff cot. “it’d totally be cozier if I had an actual bed.”

Sitting next to him, you shoot him a teasing grin. “Like it matters. You’ll be in my bed before the night is over.”

“Oh, and what could that mean?” Daisuke’s voice was just as teasing. His arm was warm against your shoulders as he leaned in close. The two of you share a loving kiss. Despite the frigid air of the ship, it was plenty warm.

Swansea felt like he aged a couple of years as he watches the couple practically climb on top of each other. With a deep clear of his throat, the two of you scrambled to look a little more presentable.

“You could at least try to act professional while on the clock.” Swansea huffed, muttering something about kids these days.

Daisuke fixed his hair, though it didn’t look that different, getting up from the cot. “Totally, totally! My bad, boss.” He pulls you up next to himself, wrapping his arm snuggly around your waist.

“Is it time to launch already?” You wondered, absentmindedly leaning into your boyfriend. The hours seemed to pass too quickly for your liking. Another minute passed was another closer to being stuck in space.

Like the stars you were about to reach, Daisuke lit up. “We’re actually going to space. This might be dope for real!”

You’re quickly pulled through the halls. Daisuke runs around, not sure which room he was looking for. “Daisuke, wait! You don’t know where you’re going!”

Behind the two of you rushing away was Swansea left in the dust. He could only hope the rest of the trip wouldn’t be like this.

The axe in your hands heaved one final time. A lone computer finally free from a stubborn chunk of safety foam. A drunken Swansea watched as you chipped away. It was a bit of a struggle to get the axe away from him. With quite a bit of pleading, you were able to get it from him. You knew these computers more than the others. Where to strike without ruining the technology further.

Daisuke stood the closest to your chair, eyeing the small monitor and hoping to help you find something useful. A bit father back was Anya and Swansea. There was a deep pit of dread filling Anya’s stomach. She was nervous about something impending, but just couldn’t pinpoint what. The chance of you finding anything useful sobered Swansea up a bit. However, he still clutched a bottle of mouthwash just in case.

Your eyes scanned diligently, lines of words blending in front of your tired eyes. Lack of proper sleep and food muddling the way you think. But, with one of your computers finally free from the thick wall of foam.

“You really think there will be something useful?” Jimmy rested against the doorframe, the green glow highlighting his eyebags. “For all we know nothing in here works anymore.”

The pit in Anya’s stomach grew deeper.

“There’s still a chance, Jimmy.” Your fingers work over the worn keys with diligence. There had to be something. You were tired of wallowing if there was a sliver of hope shining through the dark clouds above you. “Just let me work.”

“Last time we poked around…” Anya eyes the mouthwash in Swansea’s hand.

“This could be good! Maybe we’ll find a message from corporate?” Daisuke nudged you.

After long loading times and sorting through countless files and links, there was something. A report with a date after Tulpar’s departure. “Oh my god, I found something.”

Jimmy was quick to nudge his way through, wide eyes scanning the screen. “Shit… Read it, hurry up.”

Your mouth was dry as you read the document.

‘Export company “Pony Express” announced bankruptcy. With the return of their final cargo ship “Stellar,” the CEO may now close its doors and open a new chapter of opportunity. The city will miss the cheery face of their equestrian mascot, “Polle.”’

The room was tense, heavy, and suffocating. No one dares to speak, threatening to break the fragile peace that was left on board. The last sliver of hope shattering before your eyes, the words read from your own lips.

“No one,” Anya covers her mouth with her hand. “Is looking for us.” Her body shakes and it feels like bile is about to rise in the back of her throat.

Swansea knew it was pointless, he pops open the cap of mouthwash, taking deep gulps. As far as anyone knew, this ship was floating to hell with no way to get off.

“There must be something else. We… we can’t just give up now guys. What if they, like, didn’t want to worry our families?” Daisuke tried to keep up with his usual cheery tone, but could he even convince himself at this point?

You took in a nervous gulp, moving your shaking fingers to the keyboard. “Right, there could be another,” the sound of smashing glass was deafening. You jumped out of the chair as a fist contacted the screen of the computer. Daisuke pulled you back, shielding your body with his arm.

Almost animalistic, was Jimmy slamming his bleeding knuckles into the monitor. With every punch came another frustrated and angry yell. He didn’t stop until the monitor shot sparks. Blood speckled the dingy white of his undershirt, dripping down to stain the floor.

Labored breathing leaves his lips before he turned to look at the rest of the crew. “Like I could have guessed, this was a waste of our time.” Jimmy’s eyes scanned the various looks surrounding him, ranging from disgruntled to downright horrified.

“Don’t look at me like that. Just like with every problem you all make, I’ll fix this. I can fix it.” He mutters while he slinks down the hallway.

A gag rises from her throat as Anya rushes out of the wrecked IT room. She didn’t know where she was heading, but it had to be anywhere but there.

The rest of your day was spent struggling to salvage any more tech. Lost in your own world, you never noticed Swansea or Daisuke leave the room. Not even when Daisuke kissed your cheek.

Poor Daisuke was left alone after his countless attempts to pull you from the room failed. Eventually, he never came back in.

By the time you decided to give up, night began to fall, if the heavy feeling in your body was anything to go by. Shuffling through the halls was like a graveyard. Dead and lifeless. No crew in sight or the peppy beat of Swansea’s playlist.

Sliding open the door to the lounge, Anya and Daisuke were tucked away in their bedrolls. Swansea and Jimmy were nowhere to be seen, but you could figure where the mechanic was. Drowning himself in mouthwash all while guarding the utility room.

Your legs felt like they were filled with lead as you dropped yourself onto the makeshift bed. Covering yourself with the poor excuse of a blanket, you curl up against Daisuke’s back.

Trembling. That’s what you felt.

Listening closely for a moment, stifled, choked breathing followed. Urgency shot through you. You sat up, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Daisuke, baby? Are you crying?”

He flinched, not expecting you to speak. The silence hung in the air for a while, unwanted and strangely loud. His sniffles were the only thing you could hear. He didn’t want to say anything, hoping you’d just ignore him and go to bed. He was supposed to be carefree Daisuke, not someone that brings the mood down.

Your hand trails up to his face, guiding their way to brush his hair from his damp face. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”

“It’s nothing!” He rushed out too harshly for his liking. Rising from his side, he scrubs his eyes with his wrist, tone much softer this time. “I’m just a little… spent right now. But, come tomorrow, I’ll be back to full-power Daisuke!” There was an attempt at laughing, however strained it came out.

His mannerisms were skittish like a small animal, avoiding looking at you.

“Daisuke…”

Shoulder’s shaking, his head slightly turns your way. From how puffy his eyes, or rather eye, were, it was clear that he had been crying for a while. His cheeks were splotchy and red, while his eyes were glassy.

“Talk to me, please. You’re usually so open with me.” Your hands were as soft as silk, guiding his body to turn.

Daisuke keeps his head low, not daring to look over at you, lest his poorly kept composure cracks beyond repair. “My feelings are like super messed up right now.” His voice was weak and small. “I want to talk to you. But it’s like if I do, my heart will explode out of my chest and spill all over you.”

Simply thinking brought a fresh wave of tears to Daisuke’s eyes. Seeing his grief made your heart clench and pull. You felt responsible. You helped him get this job. You helped him back his bags. You talked about how fun it could be to traverse space together. And it would be on you for his disappearance.

Comfort him. That was all your mind could focus on. Every tear that pooled down his cheek was another reason for you to feel awful. It wasn’t the soundest way of thinking, but what else was there? Even the most optimistic of the crew was showing his threads. Unwinding and unraveling before you and yet still trying not to worry anyone.

Your chest pressed against his back while your arms wrapped over his shoulders. Tucking your head against his neck, still wet with tears, you whisper to him. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk right now. I’m sorry for not being here with you while you felt this way.” You rock his body from side to side. A gesture he was always fond of.

Another round of hushed sobs cut through Daisuke’s throat. He tried to speak but the lump in his throat kept him from letting out anything beside strangled whines.

You felt hopeless. It felt like there was nothing you could do besides listening to his despair. No further words were shared between the two of you. The hours melted together as you slipped in and out of consciousness. At some point in the night, Daisuke curled away from your arms.

You’re the one that helped get him this job.

Soft breathing and the gentle brushing of hair rang tenderly through your bunk. Sleep begs to take you into her arms but all you want to do is play with your boyfriend’s bleached hair. Daisuke’s soft murmur pulls you from the brink of rest.

“I wonder if mom’s thinking about me.” With the quiet tone of his voice, it was like that was a sentence more for himself. “I’m all the way up in space, how wild is that?”

Your fingers pause, shifting your position to look up at him. “I’m sure she is.” You reassured, a small, sleepy smile stretching against your lips. “I bet she’s enjoying the peace and quiet.” Teasing snickers left your lips.

“Yeah, not having to check the mail every day for my packages.” He joked back. Online shopping would get him hooked like a vice. He says the convenience is way too convenient, whatever that means.

You turn yourself to lay on your stomach, meeting his honeyed eyes. “She’s probably counting the days for you to get back. I’m sure she misses you a lot.”

“I bet. It felt like straight torture when you would leave for your hauls.” Daisuke reached to play with your face, tracing your features with the tips of his fingers. “Doesn’t the thought make you sad? Poor Daisuke, left on earth with no one to kiss him and go shopping and spend the night.”

“The horror!” You laughed. The space between the two of you closed, your lips peppering kiss after kiss against his skin. “I missed you every time I had to leave. But it’s nice to know you were always thinking about me.”

Daisuke’s lips go straight for your neck, nipping and kissing a trail down. The neck was such an intimate place. Any chance he got, it’s his ideal place to love. There’s just something so sacred about it. He couldn’t get enough.

Taking a moment to rest his head against your shoulder, Daisuke mumbles into your skin. “Mom will probably insist you come over after the trip. She’ll probably make too much food and you’ll be leaving with a mountain of leftovers again.” A yawn escaped into the air.

“I would kill someone to eat her cooking again.” You mumbled, falling asleep yourself.

Before you drifted off, there was a final sentence spoken in a small voice. “I hope she’s not worried.”

The bottle of mouthwash was clutched tightly in your hand. Mouthwash? That’s it? Your life was worth a bottle of mouthwash. Lost and drifting in space with possibly no chance of returning to Earth, all because of a minty hygiene product.

Swansea had pulled Daisuke away and Anya holed herself up in medical. There was no one to confide in. Trapped with your own thoughts. Alone. Drifting away. The bottle of mouthwash feels heavy in your hands. A sip couldn’t hurt.

“How ya feeling?” Eyes, unfocused and blurry, make out the shape of Jimmy. He takes the bottle from your hands, giving it a small shake. “Hm, you’ve drained the thing.”

The backrest of the couch cradles your pounding head. Your brows furrow as you close your eyes. “What’s it matter to you? You’ve drank it.”

Jimmy tossed the bottle next to you, crossing his arms. “What good is a ship if it’s captain doesn’t check in with his crew?”

“You’re not the captain, Jimmy.”

“Oh, and Curly is?” He gets closer to you, the smell of mint on his breath. “In case you forgot, he tried to kill us! So, I have to take the role of captain. I do more around here than any of you. It seems I’m the only one pulling my weight around here.”

You couldn’t muster the strength to open your eyes. “I don’t believe that.”

Jimmy’s eyes widened. “What? You think I’m not working hard?” His face pulls into a scowl.

“I don’t believe that Curly’s the one that crashed the ship. What motive could he possibly have?” While Jimmy knew Curly longer, this just felt wrong. He seemed like a stable man, could the birthday party have upset him that much?

A magazine falls to the ground. A hand reached to cup the back of bleached hair. “Yeow!” Daisuke flips around on the couch, looking up at you standing above him.  Rolls of streamers were held in your arms, much like the one you threw at him. “Babe, what was that for?”

You smiled at him, partially amused and fully ticked off. “You could stand to help a little. These streamers won’t hang up themselves.”

“Didn’t mean you had to clock me in my noggin. Besides, I hung up streamers already.” Walking up the stairs, he makes a grand gesture of pointing to the wall. A singular, lopsided strand of streamers hangs above one of the doorways. He purposely avoids your pointed look to “admire” his work.

“Daisuke, we get one birthday party a year. This is really the work you want to show for it?” You sighed. The communal birthday party was one of the only times a year where it felt like you could relax on board. Hanging out with your crew and eating a weird semi-liquid cake.

“Whose lame idea was that anyways? Why can’t we all celebrate our birthdays?” Daisuke wondered.

Walking towards the ladder, you shrugged. “Something about the cake making process being delicate, whatever that means. I think they're just cheap.”

Figuring that Daisuke was over hanging up the decorations, you take a step on the ladder. Warmth spreads along your shoulder. “Let me do it.”

“I thought you were done hanging up streamers.” You teased, stepping down to offer him the rolls of streamers.

“Psh, my arms are totally longer, it’ll get done faster. Then, we could make out on the couch until it’s time for the party.” He reasoned.

Perverted ideals aside, Daisuke just wanted to help you. With nothing to buy, spend, and spoil you with, it left one of his main love languages down the drain. Yeah, being handsy was fun and all, but he didn’t want you to believe he was just some horny slacker. Even if it was true.

Not like he could favor one way to love you over the other. Spoiling you in any way was good enough for him. While your dates usually started with him swiping his card and ended with kissing the back seat of his car, acts of service were nice too.

While he couldn’t cook fancy meals, cutting up a bowl of fruit for you to share was still romantic in his eyes. Driving to your office to deliver your lunch. Rubbing your shoulders after spending a long day hunched over a computer.

There weren’t many services he could provide on the ship, but he could at least hang up some streamers.

Anya walks into the lounge with a box of yellow and red party hats in her arms. She takes a moment to admire the decorations with a smile. It quickly falls seeing the two of you on the couch. “Am I interrupting?”

Surprised, Daisuke rises up from the couch with wide eyes. His hair was disheveled, cheeks were flushed, and his Hawaiian shirt was no where to be seen. “Oh, hey. Is it time for the party?”

“Soon.” The nurse rests the box on the dining table, turning to face the couch once more. “You two should get cleaned up. The others should be here in a moment to help finish the preparations.” She kneels down for a moment, picking something up.

Grabbing Daisuke’s hand, you guide him through the lounge, heading for the bathrooms. “Got it, guess we got distracted.” You laughed.

“Don’t you miss your youth, Anya?” Snickering, Daisuke missed the Hawaiian shirt hurtling towards his head. “Augh! Sweet, my shirt!”

Anya shook her head, watching the two of you walk away. The communal birthday parties are enjoyable. She hopes that the captain has fun too.

The dull ringing never leaves. The constant, annoying buzz that won’t go. That’s all Curly could hear. When his crew would speak to him, their voices would sound muffled, drowned out by the ringing.

[m-jelly]

Hey jelly! I hope you're having a lovely day, so I was listening a song and I got an idea! Levi and y/n are childhood friends, Levi start to develop Crush on her but too scared to confess to her, y/n loves for songs since she was child, Levi sometimes sees her with headphones bobbing her head, one day Levi was taking a walk at the forest until he heard someone singing, he sees y/n singing 'come and get your love by redbone' and doing her little dance

@ladycheesington <3

A few firsts

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU, teen romance, fluff

Levi catches you dancing in the woods as you sing along to your music. Levi's feelings bubble over and you share a few firsts.

Levi kicked a small stone on the woodland path as his thoughts raced. Soon school would be over and you'd be moving on to university or working. He tried to live a life where the choices he made he'd regret the least, but he wasn't really living up to those words.

He was deeply and madly in love with you, his childhood friend, and has yet to confess. Every waking moment was spent fixated on you, all his choices were linked to you and everything he liked. He adored you and you'd become such a massive part of his life. Before he knew it, he'd fallen hard for you.

Soft singing broke his messy thoughts and made it clear. He followed the pleasurable singing until he reached the most beautiful view. You were in the middle of an opening of the trees lined with flowers and a small creek. You were dancing and singing to yourself as you enjoyed your little world.

You twirled around as you sang and noticed Levi watching. You squealed before stopping and yanking your headphones off. "Levi! Hi!" Your heart raced. "Was not expecting you." You gulped a little. "Kind of embarrassed."

He moved closer to you. "I liked it."

"R-Really?" You shifted as Levi got closer. "I-I'm not the best dancer and singer."

"It was cute."

You looked up at him. "C-Cute?"

He nodded as he played with your hair. "It was cute. You're cute."

"I ah." You felt dizzy, this was a dream coming true for you. Your childhood friend, whom you loved more than a friend, was calling you cute. "Th-thank you."

"Can I dance with you?"

"S-Sure."

He took his jacket off. "Could we use your phone for music?"

You placed your headphones on his jacket and played some softer music. "Here. This okay?"

He pulled you close and started slow dancing. "Yeah...ummm." His cheeks burned. "S-Sorry if I'm not good. I've never done this before."

"First time slow dancing?"

"Mm."

You smiled at him. "Me too." You nibbled your lip. "If it means anything, I think you're really good."

"Th-thanks." He danced with you but kept gazing at your lips. Everything within Levi was telling him to kiss you, but he wouldn't dare just do it. "Hey, um...can...could...uh." He cleared his throat as nerves prickled his body. "I want to kiss you." He looked away from you as a blush consumed him. "I want to kiss you so bad 'cause I've liked...loved you for so long. It's okay if you don't want to."

You cupped the side of Levi's face, turned his head so he looked at you and then you kissed him lightly. You pulled back and whined. "I love you too. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time. I'm sorry if that was bad, it was my first kiss."

His heart raced. "It was mine too."

You gripped his shirt and hummed. "Do you want to do it again?"

He wrapped his arms around you. "Fuck yes. I ah...I mean, yes please."

You giggled. "Don't ever change, Levi."

He tilted his head and leaned closer. "I'll do my best."

The two of you kissed in the middle of the clearing, and the world around you faded away as you shared a clumsy kiss that soon became filled with love and confidence. The kiss went from sweet and innocent to something more passionate causing your bodies to tingle with delight.

Finally, you were together.

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[malevessel]

Jackson was a normal young man.

He studied and worked to pay for his studies. In general, he could be said to be a boring person.

He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't handsome either; he wasn't fashionable, but he wasn't badly dressed either; he wasn't a gym rat, but he worked out regularly........Overall, just a normal young man.

As for his relationships, they were normal too. He got along well with his parents, but that was normal in his city, he had a couple of friends, and he had had a couple of relationships, which ended badly. The first one was with a girl, who left him when she found out that Jackson was bisexual, and the second one was with a guy, when he cheated on him.

As a child, Jackson had been friends with Ethan, a young man who quickly formed a solid friendship with Jackson.

However, Ethan's life was very different from Jackson's. Ethan's family was very, very rich; and despite the nice friendly relationship between the two, they soon went to different schools, and although they kept in touch, it was no longer the same. It had not been their fault. Ethan's family was quite classist and they did not like their son to associate much with the "poor."

They had taken different paths. However, Jackson had always kept in touch with his friend. Now they met from time to time to talk. It was very strange to see them, since both did not look alike physically and yet they were super similar in everything else.

Ethan had grown up as a young athlete and over the years he had gotten several tattoos. It was incredible how he could camouflage himself however he wanted. One day he could appear in a suit and tie, fitting into his family's standards, and the next day he would wear a more urban style, with oversized t-shirts and cargo pants. And for the people around them the most fun were the moments when they met again. Jackson arrived at places with his old truck while Ethan made an appearance with his new Ford Raptor. It was very rare to see two such different people get along so well. And Jackson couldn't help but be envious of his friend's life from time to time.

But it was Ethan who he really envied. Yes, he was very rich, but everything else was an empty life. His parents had not shown him affection or concern for him in a long time. He had tried to get their attention many times, even in bad ways. He had started partying, smoke, and getting tattoos expecting to get something, even if it was just a scolding or anger, and instead his father had told him it looked good on him, and moved on. Ethan envied his friend for having a normal life, because wherever Ethan went, people knew who he was.

So, after thinking about it a lot, today, when he had met up with Jackson after months without seeing each other, he asked his friend:

"Hey dude, do you want to swap bodies with me?"

Jackson, turning bright red, could only utter:

"What!!!?"

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First of all I would like to apologize to @yngtop18 , since he asked me for this story many months ago and I didn't do it. Im sorry.

I also wanted to say that this is the first of two parts. The next one will be published after Friday, probably even next week, since I have an important exam on the 14th.

As always, I remain open to your requests.

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Awkward Confessions

Ace x reader (she/her)

Reader is kinda dense and loves to read

Modern AU, High school setting.

Summary: Ace, with the help of Luffy and Sabo, tries to confess his feelings to the girl he likes. He's doing his best, but somehow all his plans turn into awkward failures.

Words: 3.7k

Notes: Written for the Valentine’s Week event. Originally, I didn’t have this story for Valentine’s Day, but I had four stories and really wanted to make it five. So I turned to one of my favorite boys—Ace. I wanted to write him trying to ask you out, but like… accidentally burning flowers and having other things go wrong. I got stuck with some bad writer’s block, and the words just weren’t coming out. But then I remembered that I had written something like this before, so I went through my many files and found it. I wrote this maybe two years ago, maybe even more, so it needed a lot of editing (which means I might be getting better at writing, so yay me!). Probably needed even more, but oops. I changed a few things to fit the Valentine’s vibe, and here it is!

🫶 @captainportgasdace 🫶

English is not my first language

Masterlist

“Let's finally help Ace with his crush!” Luffy blurted out, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “He's practically dying here, trying to get this girl to notice him! We can’t just stand around—we need a plan!”

Ace groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, his freckled face tinged with a light shade of red. “I never said I needed help,” he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. And yet, you’ve been pining over her for months now,” Sabo said, giving Ace a playful nudge. “Valentine’s Day is coming, man. If you don’t make a move now, someone else might.”

Ace’s stomach twisted at the thought. He swallowed hard and glanced down. “Alright, where do we even start?”

Sabo tapped his chin thoughtfully before snapping his fingers. “A good old-fashioned bouquet of flowers. Girls love that kind of thing.”

Luffy scrunched his nose. “Flowers? That’s so boring! Why not something cooler—like, I don’t know, a giant meat platter?”

Sabo sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. “Not everyone thinks with their stomach, Luffy. Flowers are classic for a reason. They’re romantic.”

Ace shifted uncomfortably. “But… what if she doesn’t like flowers?”

Sabo rolled his eyes. “Don’t all girls like flowers?”

“What if she’s allergic?” Ace countered.

Sabo chuckled. “Now you’re just making excuses. Trust me, she’ll appreciate the gesture.”

Luffy, ever impatient, clenched his fists with determination. “Then let’s stop wasting time and go get some flowers already!”

Ace, clutching the small bouquet of flowers, hesitated for a moment before approaching you in the crowded hallway. His heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady his nerves.

Summoning his courage, he called out your name, stepping forward with an uncertain smile and offering the bouquet with a mix of anticipation and fear. His face burned with a deep flush, his fingers gripping the stems so tightly they nearly bent.

You glanced at the flowers, your expression flickering between confusion and appreciation. “Why?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

Ace opened his mouth, but panic seized him, his mind going utterly blank. 

Just then, a girl walked by carrying a similar bouquet. “Oh, are you guys giving flowers to all the girls?” you asked with a teasing lilt.

Desperate to salvage the moment, Ace blurted out, “Yeah, that’s it.” His voice cracked slightly, but he forced a grin, hoping you wouldn’t see through the lie.

“Oh! How sweet, thanks.” With that, you gently took the bouquet from his hands and turned away, disappearing into the hallway.

Ace watched helplessly as you walked off, completely oblivious to what he had truly meant. Soon his brothers joined his side.

“That didn’t go how we planned.” Luffy pouted.

Sabo sighed, patting Ace’s shoulder. “Looks like we need a Plan B.”

Ace exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the crushing weight of failure. He wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Not without a real chance to say what he truly felt.

“Hey, at least you tried, right? Maybe next time, try something other than flowers…” Luffy’s words, though meant to be supportive, were betrayed by the laughter bubbling up from him.

“It’s alright, man… there’s always a backup plan. Let’s just think of something else.” Sabo added, trying to hide his laughter.

Ace rolled his eyes, still flushed with embarrassment. “This is so hard. What do girls even like?”

Luffy, his laughter tapering off, scratched his head as he offered an idea. “Maybe chocolates?”

Ace groaned. “That’s just as cliché! Is there anything that isn’t expected? Something unique and special?”

Sabo rubbed his chin, deep in thought, trying to come up with something more fitting. “Why not write her a poem? I bet she'd love that.”

Ace’s eyes brightened for a split second before quickly deflating. “I can’t write a poem to save my life! My handwriting’s awful, and I’m terrible with words. It’d be embarrassing.”

Sabo, barely hiding his amusement, grinned. “Well, even if your handwriting looks like a chicken scratched it out, the sentiment might be enough to make up for it.”

Later, Ace sat in a quiet corner, a pen, and paper in hand, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. His heart raced as he tried to write something meaningful for you, but the words felt clumsy, as if they weren’t his own. He poured his feelings onto the paper, though the poem seemed more a jumble of scattered thoughts than anything resembling the deep, heartfelt message he hoped to convey. When he finished, he reread it, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over him. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but maybe the sincerity behind it would make up for its imperfections.

The next day at school, Ace gathered his courage and decided to give it to you. His hands trembled as he approached, his voice barely above a whisper. “Hey, I, um… have something…”

“Oh, sure! Let me see,” you said, grabbing the paper.

Ace swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he handed you the poem. His eyes watched anxiously as you began to read, his nerves building with every second that passed.

When you finally looked up, you gave him a kind smile, assuming this was part of the English classwork. “It's nice,” you commented. “But it could use a little more polishing. I can help you if you'd like.”

Your words, meant to be constructive, felt like a sharp blow to Ace’s fragile heart. He had hoped for something—anything—more. His expectations came crashing down, and he fought to mask the disappointment behind a strained smile. “Y-Yeah, thanks,” he stammered, his voice breaking as his heart sank further.

You, completely unaware of the turmoil you were causing, moved closer with a smile, eager to help him improve the poem. Ace stood there, feeling his hope crumble, his stomach in knots. 

You, focused solely on making the poem fit the assignment, offered ideas for better word choices and smoother phrasing. You were kind and patient, but to Ace, it felt like nothing more than a reminder that he had failed to make his feelings clear.

Finally, you handed the poem back to him, a smile lighting up your face. “It's a little messy, but honestly, it's quite beautiful,” you said. “It feels real. I would have melted if the guy wrote something like this for me.”

With that, you turned to walk away, leaving Ace standing frozen, stunned by your words. His mind replayed your compliment, it feels real, over and over, the phrase echoing in his ears. To you, it was a praise of his poem's sincerity—but to him, it felt like a cruel reminder of how his heartfelt attempt had been reduced to a simple class project. 

“That was a complete disaster,” Ace groaned, burying his face in his arms as he slumped down.

“Hey, don’t sweat it! We’ll think of something else. You’ve got this!”

Sabo, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sympathy and barely held-back amusement, leaned in and spoke with a touch of seriousness. “Maybe next time, try talking to her instead of writing it all down?”

Ace grimaced, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “Talking’s fine, but what should I even say? It’s like my brain stops working when she is near…” His voice faltered. He ran a hand through his hair and swore under his breath.

Sabo paused, as though considering Ace’s struggle, then offered a more practical suggestion. “Why not just compliment her? Girls appreciate sincerity, and you’re a pretty straightforward guy. You can make it work.”

Ace shot him a doubtful look, his fingers curling around the crumpled poem in his pocket as if it could offer an answer. “So, I just… walk up to her and say something like, ‘Hey, I like your hair’? That feels way too simple.”

“Stop making it harder than it needs to be. Just be honest. You’re a good guy, Ace—girls appreciate that.” Sabo just said.

Ace hesitated, the knot of uncertainty in his stomach slowly loosening. Maybe Sabo was right. Confidence. It couldn’t be that hard, could it?

Next day. Another attempt. His heart pounded like a drum, and his face flushed a deep shade of red as he struggled to find the right words when he approached you after one class. His mouth opened, but what came out was a jumbled mess. “Y-Your… your uh, hair, it's…” he stammered, his tongue twisted in knots.

You looked at him, a little confused by the awkwardness in his approach, but gave him a polite, curious smile. “My hair?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, trying to understand what he was getting at.

Ace’s face turned even redder. Why is this so hard?! He thought desperately, his mind spinning with frustration. His hands were clammy, and his heart raced as he tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

Ace swallowed hard, his nerves on edge. He pushed forward, determined to get the compliment out. “It’s… nice,” he managed to spit out, mentally cringing the moment the words left his mouth. 

Sabo standing nearby could barely contain his amusement, shaking his head and covering his mouth. Luffy snickered, his shoulders shaking as he bit his lip to suppress the laughter bubbling up.

You blinked confused at the weirdness of the compliment, unsure of how to respond. You gave him a polite but awkward smile. “Thanks?” you said, the word sounding more like a question than an actual response.

He mumbled an awkward apology, feeling his pride crumble. Without another word, he turned and fled, his feet carrying him away with a pounding heart and a deep sense of failure.

From a distance, Sabo and Luffy’s laughter echoed in his ears, their amusement only amplifying his humiliation.

Ace, feeling utterly defeated, slumped onto a nearby bench. He buried his face in his hands, desperately trying to hide from the world. Luffy and Sabo approached him, still snickering at the scene they’d just witnessed.

Sabo clapped him on the back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Looks like compliments aren’t your strong suit, huh?”

Luffy's laughter rang out, echoing through the area. “Dude, that was a mess! 

Ace groaned, his head sinking deeper into his hands. “This is humiliating. I’m so bad at this,” he muttered. “And only with her… I could charm any other girl, I know I could, but with her, it’s like I forget how to function properly.”

“Calm down. We’ll think of something else. You’ll find a way, even if you’re just super awkward around her.”

Luffy, his laughter fading into a reassuring grin, nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! If one approach doesn’t work, we’ll try another! Don’t give up yet!”

Ace sighed deeply, reluctantly lifting his head to meet the mischievous grins of his brothers. “I’m not sure if I have much hope left,” he said. “It’s like every chance just slips away when I’m around her.”

Sabo chuckled, shaking his head. “C’mon, you’re being dramatic. You just have to keep trying… unless you give up?”

Ace scoffed. “I’m not giving up! I can’t let her slip away like that… I just wish there was a way to express my feelings without looking like a complete idiot.”

Suddenly, Luffy’s eyes lit up with a spark of inspiration. “What if you did something super obvious? Like, so obvious she couldn’t miss it?”

Ace perked up, the smallest hint of hope flickering in his chest. “Obvious? What do you mean?”

“Like, I don’t know… confess in a public way!” Luffy suggested.

Ace’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his eyes widening in shock. “A public confession?! Are you nuts?! I can’t do that! It would be… so embarrassing!” he stammered, his heart racing at the very thought of standing in front of a crowd to pour out his feelings.

Luffy’s face fell slightly, his idea deflated. “Alright, fine. No public confessions. But we still need something big and bold to grab her attention.”

Ace slouched deeper into the bench with a sigh of defeat. “I don’t know… I can’t even hold a decent conversation, let alone do something grand without messing it up somehow.”

Sabo placed a comforting hand on Ace’s shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You’re letting your nerves get the best of you. We just need a plan that suits you and your style. Let’s brainstorm a bit more.”

Ace took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “Alright, I’m open to suggestions. As crazy as they might sound, I’m willing to try anything at this point.”

With that, the trio dove into brainstorming mode, throwing out ideas that ranged from utterly ridiculous to somewhat feasible. Luffy even suggested skywriting a proposal.

Ace rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his composure amidst the absurd ideas. “I’m not renting a banner, let alone hiring a skywriter! I don’t even have the budget for that kind of stunt. I was thinking something more modest… but maybe, just maybe, memorable enough to catch her attention.”

Sabo, deep in thought, considered Ace’s situation carefully. “What if you did something that incorporates one of her interests or hobbies? That way, it wouldn’t just be some grand gesture, but something personal. It would show that you’re actually paying attention to what she likes.”

Ace’s eyes brightened for a moment, a spark of realization lighting up his face. “That’s actually a good idea. She loves reading… But how do I turn that into a confession? I already tried writing a poem, and that was a disaster.”

Sabo tapped his chin, considering the idea further. “Yeah, let’s avoid making you do anything creative… Maybe you could quote a confession from one of her favorite books? That way, it feels personal, but still thoughtful.”

Ace’s eyes widened with excitement. “Really? That actually might work! I even know her favorite!”

Over the next few days, he rented the book and diligently read it. He poured over the pages, taking his time to understand the story and memorize the key lines for his confession. The weight of the task felt heavy, but with each passing day, his anxiety grew as he mentally rehearsed the words he would say. He hoped, prayed, that he wouldn’t stumble.

The day before Valentine’s Day and clutching the book tightly in his hands, Ace approached you. The instant you saw it, your eyes widened in surprise. “Oh! You have my favorite book” Your voice was filled with curiosity, and Ace's heart raced in his chest. This was it—this was his moment. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, recalling the lines he had committed to memory.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, everything fell apart.

“Er. I uh… umm, you see… uh…" Ace froze, his mind going completely blank. His practiced words vanished into thin air, leaving him standing there, helpless. His face flushed with mortification, and your gaze shifted to one of confusion. You waited patiently, still hopeful for something coherent to emerge, but Ace’s anxiety surged, drowning him in self-doubt.

His face burned with humiliation, his stomach twisting painfully. Unable to bear the tension any longer, Ace blurted out, “I—I have to go!” His words stumbled over each other, and without another thought, he dropped the book and fled, his face hot with embarrassment.

As he bolted away from the scene, Ace cursed under his breath. His hands clenched into tight fists, his frustration bubbling over. His heart pounded in his chest as he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He couldn’t believe he’d just run away like that.

Sabo and Luffy exchanged a look of disbelief, watching Ace’s hasty retreat with a mixture of amusement and pity. Sabo tried to stifle a chuckle, shaking his head. “Man, he was so close, yet so far.”

Eventually, they found Ace sitting alone, head buried in his hands. Defeat was written all over his posture. Sabo and Luffy sat down beside him, offering him a moment of quiet support.

“Well, Ace, you gave it a good shot,” Sabo said sympathetically, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Ace lifted his head, his face still flushed with shame. “I’m done,” he decided. “I’m never attempting anything like that again. I’ve had it.”

Sabo let out a soft sigh, shaking his head in understanding. Luffy nudged Ace playfully, still grinning. “Don’t give up yet, bro. You might not have nailed it this time, but you’re getting closer. Right?”

Ace just sighed, leaning back against the bench. “I don’t think I’ll ever get it right.”

On Valentine’s Day, the moment he stepped through the school doors, the sight of tacky decorations strung up everywhere made him feel like everything was mocking him. He couldn’t escape the sensation that every garish ribbon and glittery heart was making fun of his own tangled emotions. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the bustle around him until a voice—a voice he knew all too well—cut through the noise.

“Can we talk, please?”

There you were. The girl he had been nervously trying to confess to, standing before him. 

Sabo, who had been watching from a distance, immediately grabbed Luffy by the arm, dragging him aside. Without a word, Sabo motioned for them to hide and watch from a distance. Their eyes gleamed with excitement as they tried to remain unseen, eager to see how Ace would handle this unexpected opportunity.

Ace nodded, his nerves bubbling up as he followed you to a quiet corner, his heart racing in anticipation. He still wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but the moment felt surreal.

You opened the book to the page he had marked, and Ace's stomach twisted. He even considered running away again. You turned to him, a small, knowing smile on your face. 

“Were you trying to quote this part?” you asked, your finger pointing to the underlined line. Ace’s heart dropped at the recognition of the passage, the one he had practiced so hard.

“I-uh… yeah, I was,” Ace admitted, feeling his cheeks heat up. He was sure he could disappear into the floor if given the chance. As he braced himself for rejection, your next words caught him off guard. 

You smiled, a gentle and almost affectionate expression. “I liked it,” you said, tracing your finger over the highlighted words. “It’s beautiful, and I’m flattered you chose that part.”

Ace’s mind went blank. Shock coursed through him as he tried to process what you had said. “R-Really?” he stuttered, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

You nodded, your eyes sparkling. “I thought it was sweet that you tried,” you added, your hand tapping the page. “I just wish you didn’t run off like that. I wanted to talk to you.”

“I was just… embarrassed,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It didn’t go as I planned, like at all.”

You chuckled. “I can tell it didn’t,” you said, your voice filled with empathy. “But I appreciate the effort… It’s cute that you’d try something so bold for me.”

Ace’s heart skipped a beat. You found him cute? The question buzzed in his mind as his cheeks flushed even deeper.

“You think it’s cute? Really?” Ace asked, almost disbelieving, his voice cracking slightly. He had to be dreaming, right?

You smiled even wider, your eyes twinkling. “Of course, it’s quite adorable, even if it didn’t go as planned,” you replied. “And so were the flowers, the poem, and that compliment.” Your voice softened, and you added quietly, “Sorry I was too dense to pick up on the meaning before.”

Ace’s heart swelled. You had noticed everything he had done, and you weren’t upset. In fact, you seemed to find it charming. His shoulders relaxed, the anxiety he’d been carrying for days melting away. He couldn’t believe it.

Feeling lighter than he had in days, Ace summoned the courage to be bold, his heart pounding. “I was trying so hard to confess to you,” he said. “But I kept messing it up. I don’t know why I get so nervous around you. I end up sounding like an idiot.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck again, a genuine smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. The warmth of your voice eased the tension in his heart. “Believe me, I wouldn’t mind more awkward confessions.”

With his confidence renewed, Ace looked into your eyes. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I like you,” he took another deep breath. “I really like you.”

The words hung in the air, and Ace’s heart raced as he waited for your response.

“I like you too,” you admitted. Then giggled as you added. “I really like you too.”

His breath caught, and before he could stop himself, the words spilled out: “So… would you … want to be my girlfriend?” He froze immediately, realizing how stupid it sounded, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He looked away, half-expecting you to laugh at his embarrassment.

But instead, you just laughed, and there was something so genuine in the way you looked at him, The adoration in your gaze made him question how he had never noticed it before. “Maybe take me out first?” you teased.

“Right, right. Of course.” He laughed, feeling relief and pure joy flood over him. Oh, how he enjoyed this. “So, will you be my Valentine?” His words hung in the air, bold yet gentle, vulnerable yet hopeful. “And go out with me today?”

“I would love that.” Your smile stretched wider, and Ace couldn't help but grin back like a fool.

“Ace?” you asked, breaking the quiet, your voice almost shy now.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his heart still racing from the rush of emotions.

“Ask me later again, cause I would definitely like to be your girl,” you said, your eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, as if daring him to be bold again.

He could barely believe what he was hearing, but before he could respond, a distant cheer rang out from behind a corner.

Sabo and Luffy, from their secret hiding point, threw their hands up in triumph, celebrating the success of their matchmaking efforts. Their cheer was enough to make Ace chuckle, his cheeks still flushed but his heart lighter than it had been lately.

[starredblood]

NOWHERE GIRL

PART TWENTY

kang sae-byeok x fem!reader

synopsis: when the truth unfolds, are you ready to face it?

wc. 7.1k (DAMN)

warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, death, angst, fluff, comfort | authors note: i lowkey will not proof read this so ignore any typos TT but tysm for reading this series all the way through im super grateful and many more works will follow soon after so stay tuned!

(nowhere girl masterlist)

(One year later…)

Life has gotten more dull. At least that is what Yoon thinks when she sees you. It was ironic that after ten minutes of searching for you, she found you lying underneath a tree in the small patch of grassy fields in the middle of campus. She remembers a time way before that you hated grass—something about their sharp texture just irked you. It was like you disregarded life completely. The best way she can describe is if you were a flower, your petals were withering away. What was once a lively, bodacious flower is now fading in color and drooping.

She would’ve been concerned for your current behavior if you didn’t act like this the entire summer. All you did was coop yourself up in her guest room—it was aggravating, she thought she’d have a fun summer with you living with her at her family’s house. Her chance to get closer to you, but you preferred seclusion more.

When she calls your name, you don’t respond. Those fucking headphones. It’s like you can’t live without them ever since last winter. Seriously, sometimes Yoon just gets these urges to snatch them off your head so you can get back to reality and talk to real human beings.

You didn’t notice her stomping over to you. Not when your eyes were shut and you were about to doze off to the music blasting in your eardrums. You flutter your eyes open when you felt a soft nudge to your ribs. Yoon is towering over your lying body, her arms crossed and feeling irritated.

“Did you forget?” Yoon frowns.

Before you answer you sit up from the patchy fields and stretch your limbs out. You notice her growing impatient with you from the way she is tapping her foot. Removing your headphones, you quirk an eyebrow at her and say, “Forget what?”

Yoon rolls her eyes. “I’m in charge of managing our schools art gallery this winter and if you don’t get your ass in check it’ll blow back on me!”

“I know you’re charge of it.” you murmur, plainly. “It’s not like you mentioned it fifty thousand times the entire summer.”

Her eyebrows furrow. She wants to retort back but she’s gotten so used to your bitter antics that she just swallows it back. Deep down, she misses the old you—because you changed…she doesn’t want to admit it to herself. Frankly, no one in your small circles wants to point out to you your new brooding personality.

“How the hell are you able to lay in the cold this long? You’re actually insane.” Yoon shivers, rubbing her arms to warm herself up. You, however, seem unbothered by it.

You stand up and press your lips into a thin line, avoiding her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine just—we have to go now if we don’t want to be late. I bet everyone else is on their way and we only have till the end of the week to display everything.”

Sucking a deep breath in, you nod and pick your bag to sling it over your shoulders then follow Yoon across the other side of campus. The sharp winter air strikes your cheeks, a sensation you’ve grown fond of recently. A season that you used to disdain has started becoming your favorite. You like how eerie, dull, and quiet winter is—it’s soothing to the heart. Even if there is no sign of snow this December.

Entering the empty gallery, the place is littered with your past and present work. Sculptures, paintings, you name it. Your favorite piece, a sculpture of a person’s upper torso and head with the head hollowed out—inside the head is a small home with the only furniture being a couch and a singular painting. Or maybe it’s the long and narrow painting of two people walking in the rain, the entire painting only being in blue tones.

There are student volunteers when you and Yoon enter inside, helping arrange everything in the perfect spot. Immediately, Yoon gets to work and tells one of the freshmen to be careful when removing the bubble wrap from a small sculpture you made years ago.

You walk around the white large space with a strange bubbly feeling in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a while. It was bizarre seeing years of blood sweat and tears getting recognition. All it took was for you to lose everything—in classic tortured artist fashion.

“Woah. What is all this?”

Spinning around, you observe Mi-Cha pace over to you with her expression awestruck at every corner of the gallery.

“Didn’t you get my text?” you query. She blinks once at you. “My art. I’m going to sell it at our schools gallery—they choose me as the winner to get an exhibition for the winter.”

“Oh, fuck I must’ve missed that text. Sorry.” she says sheepishly and faceplams. You softly chuckle at her beet red face. “No way—this is so cool though. Your own gallery…This is like everything you worked for.”

“And I’m only getting started I guess.” you sigh, observing the volunteers unpack everything like it was made of thin glass. “I can’t believe this is our last year…I’m actually going to miss it.”

“We have to make the most of it which means…” she trails off you wrap her arms around your shoulders and gave it a playful squeeze.

You groan and throw your head back to look up at the porcelain ceiling. “Don’t tell me.”

“We have to go out—party, drinks, get wasted—“

“No.”

“The whole ordeal!” she beams. Her loudness startles one of the people around almost making them drop one of your works. Of course, Mi-Cha didn’t notice. “Come on, you need to enjoy your last moments of college life before we fully become adults because after that there’s no going back.”

Although she is right, you feel just fine in missing out on what it means to be a reckless young adult and drinking amidst the crisis of it all. You don’t think alcohol will benefit your case anyway. But lately, you feel like you’ve been bursting Mi-Cha’s spirit—you were a stormy cloud on her sunny day. So, that’s why you sigh in defeat.

“Fine—maybe.” you mutter.

“Good.”

You throw her a look, jaw slackening. “Anyway, how are you and your boyfriend—or is he your ex now from the last conversation we had about him?”

“Yeah, he’s my ex.” she snorts. “I guess we both can’t commit.”

“But was it you or him?”

“Eh. I’d say it’s a mutual thing. He graduated in the spring and now he has a big boy job so he has less time for me. And I don’t want to be a housewife waiting for the man to come back demanding for dinner to be ready.”

“How…inspiring?” you say, squinting your eyes.

“Thanks.” she smiles. “And what about you and that girl uh—oh god, I forgot her name…”

“Good. Because it didn’t work out.”

“Another one seriously? I thought you’d seriously commit yourself with this one.”

Feeling a flush come to your face, you clear your throat. “No.”

Mi-Cha knows exactly why but remains tight lipped and squeezes your sides. Your attempts at a love life have become a pitfall. Every single time.

The most common rebuttals your failed dates have given you were ‘Too quiet’, ‘Tend to be selfish’, ‘Inconsiderate’, and the most famous one, ‘Too closed off’. At first it felt like a sucker punch to the face but one can tell you these things so much til you don’t care anymore.

But the moments in which you are alone, which is most of the time, you think about the days where people told you the opposite. ‘Lively’, ‘Selfless’, ‘Kind’, and ‘Reckless’. You don’t know how the change began—where it came from, yes. But can’t pin point the moment you started changing—hell, you feel the same. But if everyone around you is saying otherwise then maybe you did. You just want things to be the same. Your life would’ve come with less loss if you didn’t get kicked out over a year ago. How is it possible to still be grieving over people who are still alive well and breathing?

“Oh, since you’re here could you take me to the computer lab and help me design a poster for my gallery one of these days? I really need your graphic design skills more than ever.” you say, hoping to stir the topic.

“Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

“I think.” you hum. “I’ll let you know.”

“Hey—are you two going to help out or not?” Yoon snips behind the pair of you secluded in the corner of the building.

“Coming…” Mi-Cha grumbles and exchanges a look with you.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

The sharp edges of the envelope slices across your pointer finger. You wince, dropping the invitation letter in the process and suck on your finger to ease the bleeding pain. Maybe this was a sign not to do it. You stare down at the fallen invitation, contemplating. But of course you give in. It might be pathetic of you trying to invite your parents to the gallery, but you just want to rub it in their faces…and possibly win them over but you deny it to yourself.

You bend down to pick up the card and try to seal it again. After losing contact with them, the only way you could reach out is to mail them a letter.

Tossing on your coat and scarf, you leave your dormitory and head to the bus stop. At some point you briskly bump into someone’s shoulders and they might’ve muttered a curse or two at you, but that’s what happens when you drown in your music. Your headphones are a part of your bodily autonomy now—it’s the only way you can block the inner and external distractions.

After thirty minutes of blankly staring out the bus window with the music obviously blasting, you take your time walking to your parent’s house. It’s been so long since you’ve been here but you made it with ease, it will permanently be a muscle memory. You stealthily slip the letter into their mail box and walk at a much faster pace out the block. Since you’re nearby your childhood market, you decide to stop by and get some needed groceries for the dorms.

You became less stingy with money ever since your tuition fees have all paid off. Till this day, you have no clue how or who paid them off yet you’re silently grateful for this fairytale miracle.

The market was partially empty due to the cold weather, however, there were still some stands present. Not even can afford to shut their markets even in these icy conditions.

“Hi, ma’am.” you greet quietly to the elder lady selling kimchi. She gives you a look for the headphones, so you slide them off and order two bags worth of kimchi. Silently, she nods and starts packing them up for you.

While you pull out your wallet to pay, something nostalgic rings through your eardrums. A voice you haven’t heard in over a year.

You dart your eyes around like a hawk, trying to find the source of that voice. When you found it, time stops. Your chest feels heavy but your hands weaken causing you to drop your wallet and spilling your cards and coins all over the ground.

“Oh dear…” gasps the lady behind the stand. You blink back to reality and panic seeing your possessions on the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you hiss and scramble to pick everything up. It was worse when your hands kept trembling profusely. You messily shoved everything in your pockets, paid the lady and snatch the kimchi off her hands. You didn’t have time to be polite—you had to make your way over to, Ji-yeong.

“Ji…” you say airily as you jog over to the girl who’s purchasing soy sauce off of a vendor.

You’re confused. It is Ji-yeong but something about her seems strange. She looks…pristine? She’s always been a pretty girl but you remember her lack of desire to dress up. You always seen her sport a graphic tee with either sweats or baggy jeans but she’s presented more cleanly now. Her new attire is a long North Face puffer jacket, a fitted black top without any signs of wrinkles, and smooth dress pants. Her hair also seems shiny and soft like she just came out of a salon.

When she hears her name, her face contorts in confusion but her jaw completely drops when she sees you stand right next to her. She blinks rapidly at you, studying you up and down, but doesn’t say anything at first. The wind was knocked out of both of your lungs. Anyone walking past might assume you two are trying to read each other’s mind with how long you silently stare at each other.

But she is the first to speak up after clearing her throat, “Fuck…Hey, It’s been a long time!”

Anger starts boiling in your blood. The cold air is no match for the heat rushing to your face. “Hey? Is that…Is that all you say after…”

“How are you?” she says, displaying a nervous toothy grin. She sways her eyes at any other direction other than your tense figure.

You don’t say anything, instead you clench your jaw till your teeth start vibrating. A kaleidoscope of emotions start flowing through your head but the fury you’re feeling outweighs the rest.

“I know, I know. Look…” she says calmly, running her hand through her hair. She lets out a laugh filled with anxiousness. “I know you have a lot of fucking questions—“

“Obviously!”

“But I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”

Narrowing your eyes, you take a step closer to her and she gulps at this. Did she not know that their disappearance killed you inside? Does she not know that even till this day the grief still lingers? What infuriates you even more is that she has the audacity to speak to you in code.

“What? Who did you promise that? Sae-byeok?” you ask, demand in your tone.

“I can’t say.” she flounders, her eyes softening.

You gape at her in disbelief. It was hard to find the words to say when all you saw was red. She notices your clear distress so she pulls something out of her pocket, a receipt. Then, out of her large leather bag she grabs a clicking pen and writes something down behind the receipt.

“Look, here’s my new number. If you seriously want to know everything text me and we’ll arrange something.” she says, extending the receipt to you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You all left and you think I’ll just accept this?” you sneer and ball the receipt up to toss it on her chest, breathing heavily.

“It’s either this or nothing.” she sighs and bends down to pick the paper up. She opens your palm which was in a form of a fist and places the paper in the middle. For a second, she holds your fisted hand longer than expected. “I’m truly deeply sorry for everything but I promise you that you will get all the answers you need soon. I missed you so much you have no idea.”

For the first time in over a year, you start to feel your eyes blur with tears when you think about Sae-byeok. Her blurry face etches in your mind and the heartbreak comes washing back. You feel disappointment, it took you so long to bury these feelings aside only for them to come back in minutes.

“…Are they okay?” you whisper, so quietly Ji-yeong almost didn’t hear you.

“You will know everything soon.” she says just as quietly.

When you blink away the tears, you see more clearly Ji-yeong slowly walking back. She is chewing on her bottom lip and is looking at you like she just ran into a wild dangerous animal.

“So, you’re just going to walk away like that!” you bellow, causing disturbance around the market.

“If I don’t I’m going to say something I’m not supposed to!” she shout back and starts whirling around to walk away with great speed in her step.

As you stare blankly ahead, with her phone number in your hand, you’re trying to figure out what just unfolded. It was her, it was actually Ji-yeong in the flesh. And she was all dolled up like meanwhile you look exactly the same. That’s when you feel all the stares around you.

Your lip twitches to form to a scowl seeing everyone throw you strange looks. Scoffing to yourself, you put on your headphones again and stuff the receipt in your pocket.

It looks like tonight is going to be another restless night.

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

All the volunteers, Mi-Cha, and Yoon, shout out your name and take shot out of small plastic cups to celebrate the opening of your art gallery. Once everyone swallows down the liquor down her throats, they whistle, hoot, and holler. You smile silently at their festive faces.

This was a life changing moment, but it didn’t feel like it. Not with what happened a week ago. You hate that they’re ruining your special day. How can the haunt you till this very moment?

Once the gallery was open to the public you were stuck in a limbo of greeting guests, explaining your art work, getting declined to purchase a piece, and thank them for their time. It was this constant repetitiveness that was the cause of your headache.

Three hours in and you only hold one singular thing. Maybe this wasn’t as life changing of an opportunity as you thought.

You excuse yourself to Hyunji, one of the volunteers in charge of any customer purchases, and frantically head to the bathroom. It was hard to get it together when things aren’t running as smoothly as you imagined. You turn on the sink to splash your face with water and control your breathing. When you shut your eyes the image of Ji-yeong pops up into your head and your heart sinks. You forgot to text her this morning.

“Shit.” you curse to yourself and whip out your phone to her text message.

Yesterday morning, she finally we texted you to set up a meeting arrangement. Originally, she was only able to come in today but this exhibition was much more important that you couldn’t miss it. So, you texted her that you’ll be busy the entire day. When she asks about your whereabouts you simply told her the gallery at your school and didn’t reply to her since. But when you check your phone, she just seen your message and didn’t text back.

Maybe she is having doubts about talking with you. Maybe you aren’t worth getting closure.

You sigh and put your phone away.

“There you are!”

When you step out the bathroom you come face to face with Mi-Cha. She jumps enthusiastically in your face and pulls you to the back room of the gallery where only workers are allowed. Your heart drops seeing a circle of people around you, grinning ear to ear.

“What? What’s going on?” you ask, nervously.

Yoon steps up and starts combing through your hair which became unruly as the day went on. You just stare around, confused.

“Someone wants to buy your art. All of it!” Chaeun beams, shaking your shoulders aggressively. All of this attention was overwhelming you.

Your eyes get wide. “A—All of it? No way…” you say in disbelief.

“Yes! And you have to go and greet yourself if you want to close the sale!” she adds.

It was finally all happening for you. You didn’t think you’ll feel so clammy and awkward about it though. “I’m scared I’m—“

“At your age you’re scared?” Yoon scoffs and starts reapplying gloss to your lips. “Come on, just shake their hand, greet yourself, and state how thankful you are. Also, lose this ugly blazer that’s so not you.”

“Thanks. I told Mi-Cha I looked ridiculous.” you snort as she helps you remove the blazer.

“Hey!” Mi-Cha pouts.

The entire group steps out all at once. You gulp nervously looking around to see if you can spot them, but how can you? Maybe you tried to see who in the sea of onlookers looks the richest.

“They’re over there. Good luck!” Chaeun points ahead at a figure facing their back.

You let Hyunji take your hand and lead the way over to the customer. With every person you pass, one of the people you least expected in the crowd is where you end up facing. A person wearing a trench coat and a beanie, their back facing you as they were engrossed in your favorite sculpture. You send Hyunji a hesitant look but she nudges you to speak up, you take a deep breath in to control your racing heart.

“Hello, I’m—“

You stumble backwards like someone took a punch to your guts. It was like your mind was playing tricks. Your body gave up on you, it commenced—fight or flight mode. You choose flight.

Spinning back around without a further thought, you march away and Hyunji scurries after you confused. You aggressively wipe the tears streaming down your cheeks and walk even faster.

“Hyunji, don’t sell a single piece to her, got it?” you snarl. Your body is on fire and your mind is dizzy.

“What?!” she gapes and reluctantly looks back at the customer. “Are you out of your mind?”

“You don’t know anything, Hyunji!” you say, you voice shaking horribly.

You slam the door open to the back room and place your hand on your knees trying to catch your short cut breath. In any second, you feel like you might collapse.

“Are you okay?” Yoon enters momentarily after and bends down to take a look at your face.

“Yoon, tell her she’s fucking crazy—“

“Hey, drop it.” she says, sternly. Hyunji is dumbfounded. “Go.” when she walks off muttering curses to herself, Yoon rubs circles around your back until you stand up straight again. “Was that…?” she trails off and you profusely nod which only made you feel more dizzy. “Step outside you need air. I’ll make sure Hyunji does what she’s told.”

You press your back firmly against the cement walls of the art gallery and stare up at the sky.

It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t have been Sae-byeok who turned around. Her face becomes more detailed in your mind again, you see it all now. Her constellation of freckles, her plump almost chapped lips, and those intense eyes.

“Hey, we need to talk.”

The moment you heard her low and handsome voice again, your stomach does somersaults. But you shut your eyes tightly, refusing to believe this is actually happening.

You felt a tall presence lean against the wall beside you. Slowly, you open your wet eyes thinking that this was all in your head. But when you peer over your shoulder, you see Sae-byeok.

She sharply gazes ahead, her lips immovable, and her hands stuffed into the pockets of her trench coat. She too looks as strange as Ji-yeong—very cleanly styled. However, Sae-byeok’s outfit was more laid back with her long pair of black jeans and her short hair mostly covered by her thick beanie.

The anger comes rushing back. She tormented your thoughts and she doesn’t appear to seem fazed in the slightest.

“Go fuck yourself there’s nothing to say.” you sneer at her and push yourself off the wall to enter back inside.

Your breath hitches when you feel her large hands wrap around your wrist, sending goosebumps to trail down your arms.

“Please I—“

“Go away, Sae-byeok. I—I can’t do this anymore!” you croak and swat your wrist out of her grasp. “I was just starting to…”

“Get over me?” she whispers weakly beside you.

“Fuck you.” you say through gritted teeth, still refusing to look up at her.

“I never got over you either. How could I?” she says, almost desperately.

“I don’t care.”

“But you do.”

“Stop.” you say much calmly. “There’s no point…It wouldn’t work out anymore.”

“It?”

She reaches you grab your shoulders with her cold hands. You let her turn you around to face her. The nostalgic warm feeling in your stomach comes back again, a year later. You wonder if she’s feeling it too when you meet her softened eyes. Her eye bags look less prominent, you hope this meant she was doing better. But your concern couldn’t overcome the feelings of betrayal.

“Whatever this was.” you explain to her. You think back to that November day, where you finally gave up in searching for her and recognition overcomes you. “I’m not the same person you left behind, Sae-byeok.” you murmur, ashamed.

You two fall silent. It was difficult for you to look up from the ground.

“…I’m sure I’d love to meet her.” she says gently. Your eyes start getting watery again. You see her shoes shuffle forward. “Let me explain everything. If you don’t want to do anything with me after it then fine—I’ll never bother you again.”

You were conflicted with her. The feelings were just the same as they were back then, but if she left you once could she do it again? Maybe this is your only chance to get closure, even if it means you have to say goodbye to Sae-byeok for the final time.

“Sure. Midnight—the cafe we first went to.” you say plainly. “And don’t come in my gallery.”

Sae-byeok’s jaw slackens as she watches you enter back into the gallery without uttering anything else.

You couldn’t trust this. You can’t trust her. What is she playing at? Why now? Was she actually planning on buying everything? How is that possible…

So, many thoughts swirled in your head trying to figure out her sudden appearance. How can you concentrate back on your exhibition after this?

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

You don’t know what was a stronger feeling towards Sae-byeok right now, love or betrayal.

You found out a long time ago that your feelings for Sae-byeok were deep and prevalent. So much so, that every failed date you had in the past only failed because they succumbed to meet the standards of your feelings towards her. And when you finally saw her beautiful face again, those feelings were euphoric even if you deny it.

But how can you both come back from this after what she’s done to you? She left you in the dark for over a year. You doubt whatever excuse she has will reprimand anything but you need to know why.

The anticipation of it all was damming. When the exhibition finally closed at eight, you knew you couldn’t sit and wait around in the dorms till midnight so you took a long walk all the way from campus to the twenty-four hour cafe to prepare yourself mentally. You hope she has a good explanation to everything—a riveting one.

You ended up arriving to the cafe an hour earlier, so you just sat in the corner of the shop drinking your iced coffee, listening to your music and your legs bouncing aggressively. The only thing you could do was blankly stare at the wooden table and think about the time you and Sae-byeok first went here—it was the day you came out to her. It’s strange…it feels like it all went down recently.

When Sae-byeok abruptly sits down beside you, you flinch back and scramble to put your you headphones. You check the time, there was still thirty minutes left till midnight. The anticipation must’ve been killing you both.

So, once you have the courage to look at her she already was. And she wasn’t ashamed to. Her eyes, which was a sharp and intense gaze earlier is now more vulnerable and soft. Your cheeks burn up.

When she breaks the eye contact, she looks down at her lap, struggling to find her words. But when she gulps, she softly says, “I lied to you.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek. You’re so scared to know the truth.

She continues after a brief pause, “I didn’t have it all together…A few days after you left, a man approached me and offered me money to play a game with him. He said that…that I can make more money if I called a business card he gave me—so I did. But it wasn’t anything like I thought it would be…”

Her voice starts trembling and you had no idea where she was going with this.

So, Sae-byeok tells you about the games she joined—squid game? She tells you about the secluded island, the abduction of four hundred desperate people drowning in financial ruin, the millions of dollar prize, Deok-su and Yen-ho, and craziest of all if that’s even possible…the deaths. When she quietly tells you about how the guards in these games kill people off who lose, her voice started to shake horrendously. At first, you couldn’t believe it sounds…made up. But you take a look right into her eyes and saw them glaze over with tears and something even more horrific…torment. It was nothing you’ve ever seen in her before.

When she finishes the story about the part where she ultimately is the sole winner, you were left speechless. Speechless at the fact that what she was saying was real…people died because they were so desperate for money. It was incomprehensible that Sae-byeok and other four hundred human beings chose to risk their lives for money. But that’s the reality of the world we’re living in. What wouldn’t we do for money? A world built upon greed and feeding off the desperation of the poor.

“So,” you gulp, finally speaking after an hour of quietly listening to her story. “once you—won…what did they do?”

She sniffles and wipes away the snot with the end of her sleeve. “T—They threw me in a van…blindfolded and—and they um…tossed me in the road with uh…a card.”

“With the money.” you finish, dabbing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. Sae-byeok nods. “This all sounds so…so fucking…”

“Crazy? Made up?” she scoffs. “It is…apparently they’ve held the games before many times…And it will continue to happen.”

You two sit in silence with this. If Sae-byeok was only in the games for a week, there must be more to her story. What else did she have to endure outside of the games?

“I couldn’t face you after that.” she bluntly confesses. Your breathing stops. “I was a mess I—I still am…and I couldn’t let you go down with me…”

Without further thought, you reach over to place your hand on top of Sae-byeok’s but she quickly pulls her hand to her lap. She gazes up at you for the first time since she began talking, her eyes red.

“I’m sorry—for everything.” she says, her voice small and vulnerable. It was a short and simple apology, but you both knew this meant something more complex and deeper.

“Sae-byeok…” you say but it’s like the words to say are no longer there.

“I know…It’s a lot. I’ll give you time—as much as you need. And I will wait for as long as you want.” she whispers. “I broke your promises so…I deserve to wait now.”

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿

What Sae-byeok told you two weeks ago completely changes your outlook on life. Everyone knows that this world is cruel and doesn’t slow down for anyone…but this just solidifies that reality even more. No one is safe from the harsh reality.

You’re scared to know what Sae-byeok must’ve been through—after all if she was the sole winner so that means she saw four hundred people, all with a life of their own, die in front of her own two eyes. That’s not something you can just brush off. You no longer care about the betrayal, the year of disconnection, everything…this was an another silent battle she was dealing with on her own. And you are positive that Sae-byeok hasn’t overcome with the trauma—of course she didn’t, this might keep haunting her forever.

But she told you that she wants to wait for you, but the second you left that cafe you already had a clear answer. She gave you her new contact number—it’s that easy to just dial her.

Why did you have to make everything so complicated for yourself?

Only in troubling times like these would you prefer sitting outside to be alone with your thoughts. The campus bench was icy cold and with every breath you withdrew it formed as white clouds.

“There you fucking are. Fuck that was a pain in the fucking ass.” you hear Ji-yeong’s breathless voice somewhere around you. You jump, looking around and find her tirelessly shuffling to you.

“How…?” you trail off.

“You know how many doors I had to knock until finally someone told me where you’d be?!”

“Oh…Sorry?” you frown. “I’ve been here for a while…I didn’t bring my phone with me.”

She sits down and sighs in relief. You let her catch her breath and wonder if she took this much effort to come and look for you for Sae-byeok.

“O—Okay…” she says, pressing her hand to her chest. “I think my body is calm now…Also, take these off—because we really need to talk.”

You snort and let her snatch your headphones from your head, leaving your hair all disheveled. “Is this about, Sae-byeok?”

“Obviously.” she frowns. “You two clearly want to be together and it’s frustrating watching you two keep pushing each other away. I bet she didn’t tell you everything that happened in those stupid games.”

“She told me she wants me to wait—“

“Oh please, she only said that for your sake but she doesn’t want that. Neither do you.”

You fell silent. Ji-yeong groans in exasperation. “Look,” she says and starts sounding more serious. That’s when you peer up to look at her flushed face. “I know her well enough to know that she didn’t tell you everything that she endured from the games.”

“W—What didn’t she?”

She sits in silence to gather her thoughts before starting to explain everything, “She told me that…she made a support system with a small group of people to help each other out because the games got more intense with each play…Apparently, Deok-su started killing people and he and his son’s main target was Sae-byeok. But by some miracle, she found people that could protect her. More specifically one man…she never told me his name but they began talking about each others lives and made a pact that if one of them survives but the other one dies, that they’ll protect each others family. On the last game, they were the sole two survivors—and…he killed himself to let her win.”

This just adds a whole new depth to Sae-byeok’s words two weeks ago. Now more than ever, you refuse to let your stubbornness get in the way of consoling her. Ji-yeong looks at you and smiles weakly, like she knew what you were feeling.

“And once Sae-byeok came back she tried to keep her word…but his mom was already dead by the time she found her. So, she feels guilty. I think she’ll live with that for a while.” she exhales again and her eyes are glazed with a dark look to them. “S—She was so depressed when she came back. Me and Cheol didn’t know what to do—didn’t know how to feel with all the new changes in our lives. We had money yes but…she was broken because of it. For a few months, all she did was stay locked up in her room and whenever she wasn’t, she just had this blank stare on her face the entire time. It was horrible seeing her like that…She is definitely recuperating now but she was so sacred to face you in her state. She still is. You really mean a lot to her because losing you was another big sacrifice she had to make. But she didn’t want to completely abandon you, that’s why she paid off your schools tuition.”

You made your decision right then and there. No more waiting, no more beating around the bush, you want to be with Sae-byeok. You want to be her support system—let her lean on your shoulders on the toughest points. If it takes her a lifetime to overcome her past, you want to be there for her now.

Ji-yeong presses her fingers on the corner of your eyes. You didn’t even notice the tears.

“T—Tell me, Ji.” you breathe. “Where is, Sae-byeok?”

Ji-yeong gives you a sly smile.

From what Ji-yeong told you, Sae-byeok’s favorite ‘rich person hobby’ was jogging. Specifically in Yongsang Family Park. It was a farther commute than you expected but you couldn’t care less. You had to see her now.

However, finding her in the actual park was more of a difficult task than you thought. So, you pace around almost practically running. The lake was frosted over with a thin sheet of ice and the trees around were nothing but different size branches that formed lines of constellations like the night sky above. You trust you and walk along the path next to the lake, but after ten minutes went by you start growing worried that Ji-yeong might be wrong about this.

But you kept walking, keeping that small bit of hope in your heart that you’ll find her. And after another five minutes, you see her tall slender figure. Even though she was running ahead of you, you just knew it. That’s her.

She’s wearing dark gray sweats and a matching hoodie, her short hair tied up in a small ponytail. The clouds of cold air whenever she breathed danced around in the sky—a lot.

For once, the stars perfectly aligned for her to stop jogging to catch her breath the moment you spotted her. You get a boost of courage as you head to her.

Sae-byeok’s hands were on her knees, her chest puffing up and down due to her unsteady breathing, and her eyes were glued shut.

“Sae-byeok.”

She snaps her head back and her eyes grow enlarged when she sees it’s you. Now you can see her face more clearly, her cheeks were dusted rosy pink and her lips pale in comparison.

“How—How did you find me?” she stammers, still trying to catch her breath.

You take hesitant steps closer. “Isn’t it obvious?” you say with a short chuckle.

“Ji-yeong.” she says, stoically.

You wish you had some water to give her, she appears so dehydrated. However, she straightens herself up, places her hands on her hips and starts staring at the ground—like she was bracing herself to hear the worst.

“So, you made up your mind?” she mutters.

“Yes. But before I give you my answer,” you say, choking up on your words. “I just want you to know that I know about the guy, his mom, and…how you dealt with all this—“

“Fucking, Ji-yeong.” she winces and shuts her eyes.

“Sae-byeok, listen to me.” you say softly but there was a bit of demand in your tone. She looks at you with a hardened expression. “It…It really broke my heart when you left. I—I wanted to feel bitter about what you’ve done but…I don’t want to run away from this anymore—from what I feel you for because it never left. No matter how hard I wanted to push it away. And after everything that’s happened to you after those games, you still didn’t lose yourself…your good heart. I want to be there for you—no more fucking waiting. You don’t have to deal with those feelings alone anymore. And I know I’m not all there, but I know I’m still that reckless wonderful person you told me I am.”

Sae-byeok’s body is quivering profusely, using her entire body to stop herself from bursting into tears. But the pools in her eyes were blurring with every second that went by.

But you don’t wait. You throw your arms over her shoulders and securely wrap your arms around her. Even a year later, she smells just the same. You pull her tighter, wanting to feel her heartbeat as your chests touch. Sae-byeok sighs in relief and snakes her arms around your waist, her grip strengthening when she begins to cry. You give her as much time as she needs to cry on your shoulders. It didn’t matter how long it would take, as long as you had her in your arms you’ll remain like this until she’s ready.

“I don’t—I don’t deserve you.” she hiccups, slowly uncoiling her arms from you.

You look into her wet eyes and cup her cheeks. “Stop. We deserve to be with each other. What did I tell you? No more waiting.” you whisper due to the proximity of her face. She stares at you, awestruck. “I want you, Sae-byeok. Please, tell me if you do too?”

For a moment, she stays frozen which ultimately makes your heart drop. Her answer was starting to frighten you.

“I love you.” she whispers, avoiding your gaze.

You smile softly at her shy nature. “I love you too.“

She finally looks at you, like she was surprised to hear you say it. Before you open your mouth to speak, you are cut off by her lips on yours. Sae-byeok holds your waist firmly with one hand while the other is caressing the back of your head. The kiss felt like it lasted a lifetime, both of you wanting to savor this feeling after years of disconnection.

Once you two break apart the kiss, she presses her forehead against yours, her unsteady breath mixing with yours. She continues to stare at your lips that were just as swollen as hers and hesitantly kisses you one last time with much less intensity as the first. This one was a short sweet peck but you loved it just the same.

“You’re so wonderful.” she shyly confesses beside your lips. You both lightly chuckle at this. “After all this time, don’t forget it.”

It hurts to know that you have, you truly forgot. But you will grow to remember it again with Sae-byeok.

“I—I know it’s late but, do you want to spend the rest of the night together and maybe see my new place?” she asks tentatively. “I can show you around town and my favorite spots…Only if you want to—I know you still have school.”

“I just got you back, of course I do.” you smile.

Her cheeks glow a brighter pink. “Okay.”

“I’m curious to know where you live now.” you hum. “Do you live in a penthouse?”

She snorts and starts leading the way, her smile only growing wider. “Cheol is going to be so happy to see you.”

“I’m excited.” you say, bashfully. “And…Your mom?”

“She’s on her way to Thailand.” she says. “She’ll be here before summer starts.”

“That’s amazing.” you gape. “I’m so happy for you, Sae-byeok…this is everything you ever wanted.”

Sae-byeok doesn’t say it out loud but her life is actually starting to turn around for the better. All she’s ever known was cruelties and to never trust anyone. But she took the risk more than she was comfortable with and it just gave her more reasons to stay afloat. Although the past will come and haunt her from time to time, she finally will have all of her loved ones by her side. And that’s enough to keep her going.

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Phew... I'm pretty much done with college now. I'm excited to start my teacher training! Hopefully I can be a great role model and make every student feel welcome in my science classes. If I can even encourage a few students with open minds and diverse thoughts to get into STEM, maybe the future of the US and the world won't be so bleak. Looks like I've got an email from the high school I'm set to teach in, and they wanna have a meeting with me soon... something about the school's values?

You arrive at the principal's office a few minutes early, your polo shirt neatly tucked into your khakis. You have to look good for your first day after all, especially when you have a meeting with the head honcho himself. Your shirt is a little big on you, but you don't exactly have much muscle. You were too busy studying nerdy subjects like chemistry, calculus, and physics to make it to the gym or do any sort of sports. Not that it was your scene anyway. You give two quick knocks on the door.

"Enter," his deep booming voice calls out from within.

You quickly enter the room, sitting down in the chair across the desk from Principal Reece. With his muscles bulging out of his dress shirt and commanding presence, he's exactly the type of man you'd never be in a million years. You remember him saying in the interview this is his first school year here too, and he has a vision for how his school should be run.

"I know we discussed a bit about your teaching philosophy in your interview, but I just wanted to make sure we're on the same page about a few things. This school has a certain atmosphere we'd like to keep.

You hesitantly nod and give a verbal approval. You really need this job, and surely it can't be that bad, right?

"First, I want to reiterate that this is a private Christian school. That means everything we teach is through the lens of the Bible. I'm sure that's okay with you."

At first you're confused. You swore this was a public school when you applied. But the more you thought about it, the less sense that made. Why would you want to teach anywhere you couldn't spread the word of God? Your religion is extremely important to you. Your parents enrolled you in private school as soon as you were old enough for school and you thank them every day for it now. You think everyone should have the opportunity to go to a school like this one.

Principal Reece barely acknowledges your reply before continuing. "We also want all of our teachers to coach a sport or lead an after school club. Looking back at my notes from your interview, it looks like you want to coach football?"

You remember them mentioning that in your interview, but you swore you had put down D&D club. But why would you have said that? You weren't some type of nerd! Sure you have a bachelor's degree in science, but you're a jock through and through. You were the quarterback all throughout high school and college, leading your team to countless victories. All that gym training stuck with you and you've continued to go every morning. The muscles bulging out of your polo show what hard work can do to a man. You couldn't wait to share your passion with the next generation.

"We also have a strict dress code for faculty. Good to see you got that email."

You take a look down at your outfit, confirming you meet the standards. A crisp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to show off your arms. A red striped tie around your neck, going down to your belt buckle as is standard. Dark blue dress pants and brown dress shoes complete the look. It feels good to dress formally. You wanted to talk with Principal Reece about implementing a similar dress code for the students as well.

"Most importantly, this school teaches conservative values. We have no desire to cave to the woke mob and indoctrinate children and demand our instructors feel the same way."

You earnestly agree. That's why you decided to teach history. America is the greatest country ever created and the kids deserve to know that! Too much of science has been taken over by liberal propaganda anyway. Those snowflakes say to "trust the science" but you know better than that. You have a no nonsense policy for that woke crap in your classroom. You run your classroom like a tight ship. It's either the Right way or the wrong way, and you don't have patience for the wrong way.

Principal Reece gives you a smile that seems more like a smirk, but you're probably just imagining things. Great to see we're on the same page. I'll let you go to your classroom now. I have a few more one on one meetings before classes start.

You head off to your classroom and sit at your desk, going over your lesson plans for the day. After the Pledge of Allegiance (which you'll proudly lead the class in reciting), attendance, the syllabus you're going to start off the year with the Revolutionary War. You hear the first bell ring and hear the students starting to shuffle in.

It's the start of another school year, and you have work to do.