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tangleweave · 2 years

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Truth and Consequences

Fictober 2022 - [ Prompt 18 ]

{ Fanfiction: Star Wars (KOTOR II) }

“I met someone on Nar Shaddaa who says he knows you.”

Atton doesn’t even glance up from the console, but a scoff erupts from between his teeth. “Yeah? That’s a surprise, since I can’t say I really know anyone there.”

“Wed Mikpokaq.”

The gunslinger’s fingers had been in the midst of keystroke inputs, but he hesitates for half a moment before continuing his sequence. “Let me guess, he said I owe him money, too.”

“He says that you’re not ‘Atton’ at all. That you showed up on Nar Shaddaa during the Jedi Civil War.”

The pilot’s eyes flash, and he turns in his seat to face his anonymous companion. “I’m as Atton as Atton will ever be,” he snaps, “but since we’re going here, you caught me, he’s right, I did show up on Nar Shaddaa during the Jedi Civil War. Me and a lot of other refugees.”

The other remains impassive. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

Atton’s eyes narrow. “No, because you’re asking about it – if I wanted to tell you anything, I would have come and told you. Anything else?”

“You seem terribly on edge for having been approached with hearsay. And you’ve been curiously avoidant of discussing anything about yourself before we met.”

Atton gets to his feet, though he shifts gingerly past the Force-sensitive traveler as he makes his way to the navigational panel. He keeps his eyes directed away from the other. “Is this an interrogation? If so, you’re terrible at it, especially for an ex-Jedi – or whatever you are.” Now he shoots a glare across the cockpit. “Why don’t you just crawl in my head and try to dig out whatever you’re looking for rather than asking about it?”

“Because I know better than to think of you as weak-minded.” Thick-gloved hands settle on hips as an icy stare meets Atton in reply. “And if you’ve got a problem, let’s settle it right now.”

Atton blows an irritated breath out through his teeth. “You know what?” He steps close and directs a finger into the exile’s face. “I helped you get off Peragus. If I hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have even gotten off the administration level. And I’m still trying to help you now, but you’re making me wonder why I’m bothering.”

The exile’s face is maddeningly placid. “With or without your help on Peragus, the Sith still would have come to capture me.”

Atton scowls. There’s little he hates more than a fact he can’t challenge. “Yeah, well… I – I still helped you. Sort of.” He takes a step back and straightens his jacket. “Maybe you shouldn’t look a free ronto in the mouth before you buy it.” His business concluded at the star chart readout, he steps back towards the pilot’s seat.

“You should if a Hutt is giving it to you.”

Now he rounds on the exile, eyes burning and voice thick with contempt. “Hey, not once have I asked you about the Mandalorian Wars. Not… once.” He clutches the head cushion of his chair until his knuckles turn white. “I know about Dxun. I know about Serroco, and I sure as hell heard about Malachor V.” Normally he would let that point hang heavy in the air, but he’s on too much of a furious roll to stop. “So, what makes you think you’ve got the right to interrogate me on anything? You’ve got plenty of lives to answer for.” He sneers as he sits down and turns away from his companion, knowing full well the risk he takes in doing so. “All you Jedi do.”

Though Atton bites the title off as a slur rather than an honorific, and though it is a title the exile has been plain about having renounced, it slides without comment or challenge. It is clear to the former Jedi that just this mere line of questioning has somehow struck Atton to the heart, pierced it as though upon a lightsaber blade and reduced it to so much sweet smoke and ash.

“If there’s something you want me to answer for… then perhaps you should start by asking questions.”

Atoon spins around in his chair again. His gaze is nothing short of baleful. “Fine,” he snaps. “Fine. Here, let’s start with this. How did you even live with yourself after Malachor?”

The exile’s lips purse, a gesture followed by a head bow and a soft reply. “It wasn’t easy.”

“Oh, yes, not easy. It wasn’t easy for you. I’m sure it wasn’t.” Atton leans forward in his seat, intent on pressing his advantage in passion. “Is that why you went back to the Jedi Council? Hoping they’d kill you?”

The Force-sensitive’s eyes flicker towards the pilot. “It wasn’t like that.”

The feeble protest only drew more heat from Atton. “Wasn’t it? Maybe you thought they’d forgive you – or maybe you thought they’d execute you. But Jedi don’t kill, do they? At least, not their prisoners. Maybe you were counting on that when you went back in chains. So you got off easy. Exiled, brushed under the cargo ramp, another dirty little Jedi secret.”

His eyes become slits. “I’ll tell you this – all those Jedi at Malachor? They deserved it. Every last one of them.”

That draws a sharp breath from beneath the Force-sensitive’s hood. What emerges next is little more than a whisper. “They did not deserve it. Why would you even say that?”

Atton feels a surge of twisted triumph coursing through his veins as he stands up. Beside his companion, he might be equal height, give or take a couple centimeters, but their eyes are at the same level, and he stares unblinkingly into those stricken pools. “Because Jedi lie,” he charges. “And they manipulate. And every act of charity or kindness they do? You can drag it out squirming into the light and see it for what it is. The galaxy doesn’t need Jedi arrogance or Jedi hypocrisy anymore.”

The anonymous exile’s breath shudders out between them. “The Jedi Order was misguided… but the Jedi always meant to be guardians of peace.”

“Oh, come off it,” Atton scoffs. “Listen to yourself. The Jedi… the Sith… to the galaxy, they’re the same thing: just men and women with too much power, squabbling over religion, while the rest of us burn. At least the Sith are honest about what they’re killing for. They come to conquer. Obey or die. The Jedi? The Jedi are pacifists… except in times of war. They’re teachers… except when it comes to telling their students the truth. And when they save you, it’s only so they can see you suffer more.”

The traveler’s eyes burn with unshed tears. “Perhaps that is what you believe, but it is not my truth.”

“I can’t wait to hear what your truth is,” the scoundrel scoffs.

“My truth is… I pity you, Atton, that you should still harbor such embitterment and hatred, so long after those you deemed your enemies have perished. And I am no Jedi… not just because of what happened at Malachor, but for all that came before it. I returned to the Council to answer for my actions, and to renounce what would have been taken from me in any event. Perhaps I wished for death. I can no longer recall. Instead, I endure, and that is all I have left.”

Atton clenches his teeth. If there is anything he hates more than logic, it’s a person who refuses to be baited. Maybe he should simply drive his fist into the exile’s face and see if that would provoke a reaction. It would be so easy…

But instead, he rolls his eyes and steps back. “Whatever – just leave me alone. I don’t know why I’m wasting time with you anyway.”

He slumps back into the pilot’s seat, turning his gaze to the starscape before them. He can feel a tightness in his chest that tells him he’s run a marathon in this conversation alone… and he no longer feels that momentary satisfaction he got from seeing the tears in the exile’s eyes. Not a one had been released.

Maybe there’s just not enough left to give.

In the stifling quiet of the cockpit, Atton hears the exile’s voice lift over the hum of the engines. “You speak of your contempt for the Jedi who perished at Malachor V but you stop short of wishing the same fate for me. You deride Jedi pacifism, which tells me you held the Order in contempt for staying our ranks when the Mandalorian Wars threatened the Outer Rim… yet you say those Jedi who answered the call to action in defense of those territories deserved grisly death. You call Jedi arrogant and hypocritical, but are these features not systemic of any assemblage of beings which would dare to promote something greater than its constituent parts?”

Atton leans forward, arms parallel to one another as he grips the top of the console, and he hovers the tip of his nose above the screen, nearly huddling. “I’m sure you’re gonna tell me what you’re driving at.”

“It would be a terrible convenience if everything you claim about the Jedi were objectively true. If all is as you see it. But I believe you realize, because you must… that reality is far different from what you wish it to be. Moreover… as I examine it, nothing of which the Jedi stand accused in your tirade has any bearing on your past, save that you were a refugee during the Jedi Civil War. And for reasons I cannot discern, you remain a steadfast companion to me in my travels despite your contempt for my history… and my so-called ‘interrogations’.”

“Yeah, well, when you don’t have anywhere else to go…”

“No, Atton. It is more than that. It must be. The Jedi Order was arrogant, and terrible prices were paid by many who could not afford the coin. The atrocity of Malachor V is upon my shoulders… but…” The exile trails off.

The pilot frowns and lifts his head. “But what?”

“I don’t think this is your problem.”

Atton’s frown deepens at that remark. And he struggles for several moments to think of something to say in reply.

But even before he can begin to put any words together, the exile has already left the cockpit.

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warriorsofsplatsville · 2 years

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Epilogue

“....Is this thing working?”

“I can hear ya alright.”

“Okay, good.”

It’s been a long time, huh? Things have been pretty crazy in the Splatlands as of late. But it all turned out pretty good in the end. The King of the Salmonid Kingdom ended up reuniting with his family, so that’s good for them…

As you might’ve heard, ever since the incident, Grizzco Industries has been in a tricky situation. However, since Grizz was…handled, as you might say, it’s been taken over by an anonymous fellow and Gravitational Pull. They’ve been bringing back the stolen eggs to their rightful families in Salmon Country. It’s tricky though, they can’t just shut down the business that’s been paying for people’s bills, so it’s more like…a game, though the employees don’t know that. They collect the eggs, but then the eggs are directly returned safely to their families. It’s an honor to have your kid be collected in a Salmon Run, ironically.

There’s also these noble Octolings that have gained a newfound respect in their home, so I feel happy for them.

A young Inktoling girl apparently got in trouble with her parents for running off, or so I heard, but she’s back in town, so I suppose she’s here to stay.

Not sure where that Ambys lady disappeared off to, but she’s no longer causing trouble, so I guess I can’t complain.

Octavio’s just glad to have his people back, so is his wife, and apparently that young captain is going to try and propose to his girlfriend. I commend that…

Agents 1 and 2 - or the Squid Sisters, as they’re known by dropped a new song. I’ll admit it, they do know how to make good music. That’s all I can report on, really….

“Hang on. What about you?”

“Eh?”

“I didn’t just call you up to hear about everyone else’s problems, you know. Tell me what YOU’VE been doing after the fact.”

“Yeesh. Fine, you’re so needy. Let me see if I can get the camera working.”

“Wow, you actually look somewhat presentable! Like a true leader.”

“Says the head of the scientist team.”

“So??”

“I’ve taken over operations down here in Alterna, since no one else is occupying this place now…I’ve been trying to make this place more inhabitable, restore it to its former glory. FINALLY came up with a chemical solution to put an end to this ‘toxic snow’, and now it’s just rebuilding the islands and all that.”

“That’s more than I can say about myself. I’ve just been sitting on my ass.”

“You know Greg, I…used to think that living was pointless after waking up post-flood. But it’s not too shabby here, all things considered. I think I might get used to this.”

“Haha, have fun with that. I’ll consider dropping by some time, see how much you’ve done with the place, Trev.”

“Yeah….ugh, jeez. Biela’s practically knocking my door down. I have to go.”

“Alright, alright….catch you later, Professor Trevor.”

“Same to you, Professor Gregory.”

#//ic #//vulture #//guest-prof. greg #//story #//spoilers #//splatoon 3 spoilers #//my art #:3

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vgckwb · 10 months

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 178: Mitigation

On Sunday, The Phantom Thieves gathered at Haru’s house. When they got there, Haru greeted them all. “Welcome.”

“Woah,” Ryuji said.

“Follow me,” Haru instructed. She led them to the study. “So, should we study first, or discuss Akechi?”

“I think Akechi may be a little more pertinent,” Morgana said.

“As much as I want to encourage studying, I agree,” Makoto said. “Besides, I’ve been studying a lot. And I can assure you all have been too, right?”

“Well…” Ann said, nervously.

“Before we disappoint Makoto,” Ren said, “let’s get down to brass tacks.”

“OK,” Ann said. Makoto groaned.

“So, to recap,” Ren began, “Akechi suspects that I’m a Phantom Thief, but has no proof to back up his claim.”

“But there’s a chance he could find something,” Futaba said.

“Indeed,” Lena agreed. “He’s a very smart detective.”

“True, but,” Ren continued, “he offered to work together in order to figure out what’s really going on.”

“Riiiiiiiight,” Ryuji said. “Not that I don’t trust him, but I’m not entirely on board with telling him.”

“True,” Yusuke said. “We might figure out something in the immediate future, but we might not be able to achieve our end goal if Akechi knows who we are.”

“So what do we do?” Jose said.

“If there was a way to cooperate while still keeping our distance…” Sumire said.

Mogana got an idea. “Maybe there is!”

“What is it?” Ann asked.

“Futaba, would it be possible to message Akechi anonymously like you messaged us?”

“Well, yeah,” Futaba said. “I’d need his number though.”

“I have it,” Ren, Lena, and Makoto said. The three chuckled nervously.

“OK…” Ryuji said.

“Well, in any case, with the number, contacting him will be simple,” Futaba said.

“Yes, but what do we say?” Yusuke asked. “We are aware that it doesn’t stop with the director, but we don’t know where it stops. Furthermore, we don’t want to just tell him about the other universe.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he’d believe it,” Ann said.

“Well, he might…” Lena said. “But that might also be a problem.”

“It’s not just about what we say,” Morgana added, “but when.”

“He’s right,” Makoto said. “The longer we wait, the less room it gives us to operate.”

“But too soon, and he could deduce that this is in response to calling me out,” Ren retorted.

“I feel like he’s gonna be suspicious no matter what,” Sumire pointed out.

“I think so too,” Futaba said. “From what I’ve seen, he’s not the type to give up easily.”

Yusuke got an inspired look. “I think I have an idea.”

“Oh?” Haru wondered.

“If we can’t throw him off all the way, then a partial distraction could work,” Yusuke suggested.

“Perhaps,” Makoto said. “But how?”

“Hm. Isn’t it obvious?” Yusuke said. “We have midterms coming up, right?” Everyone nodded. “Except Futaba.”

“M-Me?!” Futaba said.

“We already agreed you’d contact him,” Yusuke pointed out. “If you contact him during midterms, there’s a chance that it might take the heat off of Ren just a little bit.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Haru said.

“I dunno…” Futaba mumbled.

“It may be just the thing we need,” Makoto said.

“You can do it Futaba!” Lena cheered.

“Are you sure?” Futaba asked. “I mean, I thought we could do this together.”

“Don’t worry,” Morgana called out. “I can be there as well. I don’t have midterms.”

“True, but you’ve been an asset to helping me during exams,” Ren said.

“Wait, what?!” Makoto reacted.

“You don’t need the help,” Morgana said.

“True, but I appreciate it,” Ren siad.

“I think Futaba would appreciate it more,” Morgana countered.

“True,” Ren said. “OK.”

“What do you think, Futaba?” Morgana asked.

“Well… Having someone else there to assist would be nice,” Futaba said. “OK!”

“Great!” Morgana said.

“This is turning into a very productive meeting,” Sumire pointed out.

“But there’s still the matter of what we tell Akechi,” Jose said.

“That’s a good point,” Sumire said. “If we play our hand too much, it might give Ren away regardless.”

“Well hold on,” Lena said. “Goro has gone on TV to say that he’s going to keep investigating. If we frame it as an invitation rather than accepting his, that might be a good place to start.”

“But how much do we tell him?” Ryuji asked.

“I think part of it depends on how he responds,” Ann pointed out.

“Oh yeah,” Ryuji agreed.

“But we still have to give him something to work with,” Makoto pointed out.

“Well…” Haru thought, “...since we know that the SIU director isn’t at the top of the chain, maybe we can ask him to keep up the pressure on him.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Sumire said.

“Plus, since he is connected, any information Akechi can find on the director is useful,” Jose said.

“That’s also true,” Ren said.

“But the big question is should we tell him about our plan to bring Makoto’s sister on side?” Ann wondered.

“That is a good question,” Haru said.

“I think we may have to,” Makoto said. “As much as I hate to admit it, Akechi has my sister’s ear. If he can convince her that she’s in danger, she might be more willing to cooperate.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Yusuke said.

“But it could also blow up in our faces,” Makoto said. “My sister has a tendency to be stubborn.”

“Hmmm. That is quite a pickle,” Yusuke said.

“Well, here’s what I think,” Ryuji interjected. “If Eris is going to force someone to go after her, then maybe telling her might not be a bad idea. If she’s prepared to look out for some strange individual, then maybe we can get into her palace without the threat of a crusader.”

“That’s…actually some really strong reasoning on your part, Ryuji,” Makoto said, impressed.

“Eh heh, thanks,” Ryuji replied.

“So, it sounds like we have a plan,” Ren said. “Anything else worth mentioning?”

“Not that I can think of,” Yusuke said.

“Yeah,” Ann said. “And again, how Akechi responds is important for us moving forward.”

“Alright then,” Ren said. “Now with that out of the way,” she pulled out a notebook, “let’s get to studying!” There was some groaning, but they knew it had to be done.

A little while later, one of Haru’s maids knocked and opened the door. “Miss Haru,” she said, “Prosecutor Niijima is here.”

Haru nodded. “Thank you.” She stood up. “Please excuse me for a moment.” Everyone else nodded as Haru left.

She approached the entrance and saw Sae. Sae noticed her as well. “Hello,” Sae said. “I take it you are Haru Okumura.”

Haru nodded. “That’s correct.”

“Do you know why I’m here?” Sae asked.

Haru nodded again. “My staff informed me.”

“Very well,” Sae said. “Where do you wish to meet?”

“The living room is fine,” Haru said.

“Very well,” Sae said. “Please. Lead the way.” Haru nodded again and led Sae into the living room.

Haru sat down in her father’s chair. “Please, have a seat.”

Sae was a little awkward about the offer, but took a seat on the couch. “I guess I’ll get straight to the point,” she told her. “How familiar are you with your father’s business dealings?”

Haru frowned. “Not very. I know they occur, and I know some of the people involved, but I was not privy to a lot of the ins and outs of the company until, well, until my father’s change of heart.”

“What happened after your father’s change of heart?” Sae said.

“He decided to give me his stake in the company,” Haru explained.

“He wasn’t planning on doing that before?” Sae wondered.

Haru shook her head. “Before his change of heart, he was arranging a marriage. I think he wanted my former fiance at the time to run the company.”

“Why do you think he didn’t want you?” Sae asked.

“Well…” Haru said. “I think it may be because I’m a woman.”

Sae clenched her fist. “I see. So, you have no idea about what your father was doing?”

“That’s…not entirely true,” Haru said. “I had a level of awareness. However…I was too scared to do anything. As bad as the things I’ve heard were, I couldn’t do anything because I was too afraid of what my father would do if I said anything. I know that’s selfish, but…”

Sae grew stern. “It’s not selfish.” Haru looked up at her. “You were just protecting yourself.”

“But if I spoke up,” Haru replied, “then maybe others wouldn’t have to suffer.”

“You told me that your father kept you at a distance,” Sae said. “I don’t think he would have respected your input anyway.” Haru looked horrified. Sae noticed this “I apologize. I don’t mean to be harsh.”

“It’s alright,” Haru said. “You’re not wrong in your assumption. But I feel bad for not at least trying.”

Sae sighed. “I know it can be hard. Doing nothing is painful, but in some instances you don’t have much of a choice.”

“How do you deal with it?” Haru asked.

Sae took a deep breath. “I take comfort in doing what I can. Granted I’m in a position where I can do a lot, but even the smallest gesture of kindness to someone can help make the world a better place.”

“I see,” Haru said.

“I will say though,” Sae said, “now that you are in a position to do something, I suggest you try to make things right.”

“Of course,” Haru said. “That’s going to be my first priority.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Sae said. Haru chuckled. “However,” Haru grew concerned, “there are going to be some people who won’t take even the kindest gesture simply because of what your father did.”

“Oh,” Haru said.

“Again, I don’t mean to discourage you,” Sae reiterated, “but it’s important to understand that some people will feel too betrayed to accept anything, no matter what.”

“I see,” Haru said. “I…think I understand. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try.”

Sae smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.” Haru giggled. “Now then, I was told that you found the Phantom Thieves’ calling card.”

“That is correct,” Haru replied.

“What can you tell me about that?” Sae inquired.

“Well, not much,” Haru said. “I found it in the letterbox after I came home.”

“Hmmm,” Sae pondered. “So whoever delivered it has to have known your address.”

“I…guess so…” Haru said, confused.

“Tell me,” Sae asked, “have you seen anyone suspicious following you home?”

“Not that I can think of,” Haru said. “Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been told to be aware of my surroundings due to my status. So I tend to be a little more vigilant than the average person But it is possible that I could have missed something.”

“I see,” Sae relied. “Just as an aside, do you have the means to protect yourself? I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but being a woman can be dangerous sometimes.”

Haru nodded. “I am stronger than I look. Plus, I have a can of pepper spray I carry with me.”

“I see,” Sae said. “A few more things.” She took out a picture of the SIU director and showed it to Haru. “This man is Hiroto Ono. He is the director of the Special Investigations Unit, and was named by your father as the person he was in contact with in order to carry out the mental shutdowns he wanted. Are you familiar with this person?”

Haru nodded. “While my father was recovering from having his heart changed, he stopped by, saying he was an acquaintance.”

“Did he say anything?” Sae asked.

“He just gave his well wishes,” Haru informed her. “He also baked a cake for him.”

Sae was intrigued. “A cake?”

“Correct,” Haru said.

“Did your father ever eat this cake?” Sae wondered.

Haru shook her head. “After receiving it, I thought about it, and had some concerns. I decided to throw it out.”

“Concerns? What concerns?” Sae asked.

“I…can’t be sure,” Haru said. “Something just felt wrong. I didn’t have any evidence that something was wrong,. It was just my gut feeling.”

“Hmmm,” Sae pondered. “And you said you threw it out?”

“Correct,” Haru said.

“Well, if we had any of it, we could run some tests to see if there was anything inside,” Sae said.

“I’m sorry,” Haru apologized.

“Don’t be,” Sae said. “From my understanding, there was no way you could have known about that.”

Haru still pouted. “I know. But still…”

Sae grew serious. “You can’t keep blaming yourself for these things. It’s not like you can change them. The best thing you can do is move forward.”

“Hm. You’re right,” Haru agreed, cheering up. “Thanks.”

Sae smiled. “Thank you. With this information, I’m more well-armed in what to do.”

Haru was surprised. “I…didn’t give you a lot to work with.”

“Trust me, every little bit helps,” Sae assured. Haru nodded. Sae stood up. “Well thank you for your time. I should get going.”

Haru stood and bowed. “Thank you for your advice and dedication.”

“Of course,” Sae said. “Anything to help, right?” She and Haru giggled. “Thanks again.” She started to leave.

“Bye!” Haru called out. Once Sae left, she rejoined her friends with renewed spirits.

Once Sae was outside, she let out a sigh. “Classic Sae: I can tell everyone everything is OK except for myself.” She clenched her fist. “But still, I’m almost there. I just have to keep going.” She headed out, preparing herself for what was to come next.”

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spookysmujer · 3 years

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Moment4Life, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar starts acting strange and it triggers your past relationship trauma.

warnings: mentions of cheating, shady!Oscar, emotions 😭, fluff ending!

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There is nothing like the weekend. After a long week of work and people, those two days of relaxation is a thoughtful bliss. And to top it off, Oscar had crawled into you bed with you last night long after you snuggled under the covers.

You’ve been awake for nearly half an hour, cheek pressed against his bareback, mindlessly staring at the ceiling. Oscar can either be up at the crack of dawn or sleeping the day away, either way, it’s the being with him that matters.

He stirs in his sleep and moves to lay on his back. You maneuver yourself to fit into his side. Oscar’s eyes still closed but the corners of his lips curling up into a small smile as you stare up at him. You move up to kiss his cheek, “Mornin’.”

“Hmm, buenos días.” His hand rubs across your back. You could nearly fall asleep again. He leans to peck a kiss on your head as he groans, moving to get out of bed. You non-verbally complain as you admire the way his back muscles contort.

Oscar’s phone rings a moment later. Another huff falls from your lips as you were hoping to have him to yourself just a bit longer. You reach under your pillow to find the source of the buzzing as this man can never put his phone on the charger before getting into the bed.

With his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, Oscar walks into the room quickly and reaches under the pillow to grab the phone. Without so much as a look your way, he walks back into your room’s bathroom. You don’t think much of it until it happens against at lunch.

He had business to attend to but he promised you lunch as one of your late birthday presents. Both of you equally are hard workers, so when your birthday came around at the beginning of the week and you were both busy with work, he told you you’d celebrate this weekend with a barbecue tomorrow at Geny Martinez’s house.

The best brisket in town and you two showed up at a busy time. Oscar had just finished ordering and sat besides you when his phone chimed. You were never one to try snoop on his phone, but when he swiped it up quickly and then placed his phone with the screen down. You begin to wonder.

Is it happening again?

“They had the churro shakes too. Es bueno.” He says rubbing his hands together. You quirk a smile and let your hand rest on his thigh. You sigh as he looks over the menu, admiring the different items. Meanwhile you mind begins to spin.

The two of you began dating a little over a year ago. Long time friends but something had changed and you suddenly found yourself with him almost everyday. It started off as simply mundane things. Dropping off your abuela’s pozole. Asking him to take a look under you car’s hood. He even taught you a few things by watching him work on his car.

Then came dates, sleepovers, intimacy. You two were together before putting a label on it. Nearly 3 ½ months of hanging out together before calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. A big part of that had to do with your hesitation to commit to someone again.

Last time you did that, you got played dirty. And after all that, you swore you wouldn’t let that happen again. But Oscar somehow got you to take the chance with him.

It still lingers in the back of your mind. Being cheated on feels so defeating. It makes you question yourself; Was I not enough? Did I do something wrong? It becomes mind eating the longer you stay. Problem for you was it took 5 months to realize it was happening.

However, after finding out and your ex-boyfriend finally confirmed it, you realized you noticed. He always tended to hide his phone. Logically you figured it stemmed from having a big family and little privacy. You were the same, you loved your private moments. But you noticed he started doing it often. Now the same with Oscar.

“Y/N, babe.” Oscar’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You blink and look at him, noticing that your brisket sandwiches are in front of you. You smile and thank him, turning your mind off to enjoy the sandwich.

Your eyes fall to his phone every now and then. It had to be your mind playing tricks. Trauma will always be there to remind you. “Can you grab me some napkins babe?”

Oscar doesn’t answer as he stands mid-chew. When he is halfway to the napkin dispenser you grab his phone and flip it over to see a text message from an unsaved number.

See u tonight.

Your heart skips and you hurry to place his phone as it was. You scratch the back of your head and look the other way, closing your eyes to stop the quick forming tears. No matter how hard your mind tries to rationalize. It’s like a motion sensor laser in your mind is obliterating the logical reasons. Business, compa, another santo that he didn’t bother to save as a contact? None of that could stick. It’s all cheating, unfaithful, hyna.

He returns and you clear your throat. “I’m not feeling so good. I think I ate too fast.”

“You sure? You barely ate though.” He nods at your sandwich. Your lip trembles a bit but you hold it together. “Can you take me home? I’ll lay down and I’ll be good.”

Oscar doesn’t argue back and agrees.

You have your body turned away from him. He can’t properly rest his hand on your thigh because of how turned away you are. He peers at you a few times but it doesn’t catch your attention. “What’s going on? Stomach ache or something?”

Who are you texting?! Why are you being so shady?! But you aren’t one for confrontation. It’s why it took you as long as it did to realize you were being cheated on.

“Probably my period.” Your gaze is still out of the window when you answer.

He could feel the tension in the air. Oscar being the opposite of you and not afraid to confront a situation head on. It’s a trait to have in the kind of business he is in.

As he pulls up into your driveway, you lean over and peck a chaste kiss to his lips. But before you can get out, his hand is on your wrist and holding you back. You struggle but he gives you a look. “You got something on your mind, bebita. Out with it, you know how I feel when you hold things back.”

“When have I ever held things back?” You joke and he quirked an eyebrow as you lean back into the seat. Oh, here we go.

He sucks in a deep breath, his voice going up a few pitches,“But.. but you didn’t say I love you like you usually do. T-then you half hugged me. Mira, you brought it up a week after that night and had a pouty attitude the whole time since you were on your period.” Oscar mocks you of the time you were convinced that he didn’t love you anymore.

“A ver! I was on my period, it’s how I get. You should know this, we’ve been together for how long now?” You grin, waiting for him to give you a thinking look.

“14 months. So sí, I know it’s not your period because you had it a week and a half ago. So qué pasa?” He asks you, arm on the back rest of the seat and body turned towards you. Damn him for being so attentive. You fight with yourself on bringing it up. What if it upsets him? Oscar can be quite the temperamental type sometimes.

With a deep breath, you ask him. “Are you hiding something from me? You just seem a little shady since this morning and then when we were at lunch too. Everytime your phone goes off you make it a mission to hide it or something.”

Oscar looks to you like you said the stupidest thing in the world. He wipes his hand down his face and around his mouth, looking at you and sighing. Is it a guilty sigh or annoyed sigh?

“Babe...:” He starts. Guilt! It sounds like guilt. The tears prick in your eyes. How could this be happening again? “No, no, no. I mean yes I have been hiding something but it wasn’t anything like how you are probably thinking.” Oscar tries quickly to explain before you break out into hysterics.

You wipe your eyes and cross your arms, “See u tonight?”

“Monse.”

“Oh my god, your brother's underage girlfriend?”

He groans, closing his eyes for a moment. “Ay, calmáte! Not like that, I said.”

“Then like what?! Hm? You know what I have been through but you are clearly trying to hide it from me!” You didn’t mean to explode but you weren’t getting answers. All you could hear is an excuse being stretched thinly.

“Hold on. You think… Y/n, please tell me you don’t think I am cheating on you? You think that low of me?” His voice drips with irritation now. He opens his car door and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He puts a stick between his lips and lights it up, “You think I would do what the pinche ex novio of yours did? After all this time?”

You’re leaning against the hood of his car. The guilt begins to eat at you. It wasn’t fair for you to push it onto him. The horrors of your past have nothing to do with him and you two have had a long conversation about what happened with your ex when you started to get closer.

“I know… I’m sorry. If it’s not that then what? Why all the secrecy?” You ask, keeping your gaze to the ground.

He takes a few puffs before flicking the lit end out and placing it behind his ear. “Mírame. I wanted to do something nice for your birthday. So I had help from mi hermanito and his friends, some of the santos to put together a surprise party for tonight. I used the excuse of the carne asada at Geny’s as part of the cover up.”

If you looked at yourself in a mirror right now then you'd see bright white paint and a red ball for a nose. You feel like a clown.

“You wanted to throw a surprise party for me?” You sniff. How is he so thoughtful? How is he so kind? Even with his stoic demeanor and inability to show emotions, he is the entire package on what you’ve wanted and more.

Oscar can see that you are feeling stupid. He steps in between your legs and pushes you to sit on the hood. His hands reach to rub up your thighs and rest on your hips, “You went through some shit with that cabrón. I wouldn’t do that. I would be man enough to tell you that it’s not working out any more. Mamas, that’s not the case, today, tomorrow or the next 20 years.

“When we started talking, I didn’t think I would feel anything like I do now. And when you shared with me what you went through, mixed with how much I fell for you then I made it a point to show you how a real man loves a woman.”

Your heart into a million pieces now at your feet. You grasp his face and pull him into a kiss despite the strong tobacco taste and smell. He moves his hands up your back and to your neck. He snakes his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck and pulls slightly so you are looking at him.

“Te quiero mucho.”

You wanted this moment to last forever.

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⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; one of the kids in your class curses and you make it your responsibility to break it to her dad, luckily you know him better than your co-workers

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, smut, dilf!taehyung

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: protected sex, explicit language, age gap; taehyung is 35 and reader is 28 (although their age is not mentioned in the story, just the age difference of 7 years), mentions of smut, slight biting

⇢ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 6.4k+

𝒂/𝒏: commissioned anonymously! this was supposed to be 4k but here we go again, another proof that it's a challenge for me to write something short haha

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | ☕️ | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

“You're doing amazing, Jihoon.” you praise the little boy, patting the top of his head as you glance at his coloring book. The coloring is a little bit off, actually a lot, but you can't really tell him that, can you? He seems to be encouraged by your praise, your heart beaming when he looks up at you and gives you a grin, his two front teeth missing.

You praise other kids at the table, somehow content how silent the room is. Well, apart from the occasional squeals, laughs and toys crashing down the floor every few seconds, but that's just something you got used to very quickly. Now it's just a noise you can listen to without having the need to go somewhere quiet. However, headaches make an occasional appearance once you get back home, the place empty from all the kids noises and their presence. You can't say you hate it though, you actually miss them a lot.

You wouldn't do this job if you didn't like kids. And these particular amazing and cute kids that you get to see five days a week somehow sneaked their way into your heart, so you easily have grown attached to them. You could not see them for one week and feel like they’ve grown too quickly. Not for nothing people say you can see the real time passing by on kids. It's true.

Making your way back to the teachers table, you reach for your bottle of water as you join your co-workers, having a heated conversation while kids have their own play-time without you interfering.

“No, no, no. Mr. Kim has to be the first. Hands down.” Sara says, shaking her head while your other co-worker Katana just chuckles mumbling something along the lines “You've got a point”.

“What are you guys talking about?” you ask them, opening the bottle while taking a few gulps.

“Just ranking the hottest daddies. Kim, Ivy's father is definitely and successfully holding the first place.” Sara waves her hand as if she's talking about weather and not about one of the kids' fathers that is in this very same room.

You choke up, a few droplets of water spilling down your chin as you quickly wipe it with the back of your hand. Katana and Sara burst into laughter, enjoying your sudden and shocked reaction while you glare at them.

“Y/N agrees for sure.” Katana smirks, causing you to frown at her.

“Don't you guys have something else to do?” you mutter, closing the bottle as you feel your heart racing, eyes silently searching for Ivy who's playing with one of the dolls putting them into a kids stroller.

Your heart softens at the sight, her pigtails still successfully holding, the ones you made her once she woke up from her nap time. She always asks you to do them, she can be very persistent when she wants to.

“Loosen up, Y/N. It's not like you don't think Mr. Kim is the perfect dilf out of all daddies here.”

Your head snaps towards Sara, eyes bulge out as you feel your whole face flash while your co-workers laugh at your reaction once again. Your heart beats harshly against your ribcage, feeling their eyes on you as you straighten yourself and clear your throat. Just as you're about to say something, Katana cuts you off before you even have a chance, her eyebrows lifted confidently. Maybe you should be happy they're continuing with the conversation rather than laughing at your reaction and finding you being more frustrated and red with each passing minute.

“He has someone. He clearly isn't with Ivy's mother,”

That's true. Ivy's mother is coming to pick her every second week and it's quite known they're not together. It's not like Ivy's father hides it and besides, Ivy's mother likes to show her frustration towards her ex-husband at every occasion and she definitely doesn't mind if she's doing it in front of her kid's teachers or in the kindergarten her kid is going into. This is definitely not the place to voice out her annoyance towards her kid's father, especially not in front of her even though it seems Ivy has her own little bubble and luckily, doesn't put too much attention to whatever her mother has to say whenever she comes to pick her up, trying to discreetly speak not so fondly about her ex-husband. However, you know better.

Her ex-husband is a very friendly and polite man, loving his daughter like no one else. It warms everyone's heart whenever he comes to pick her up, not because he's handsome or a perfect dilf as your co-workers named him (which to be honest you don't know how to feel about it). Maybe that's why she seems so envious of him because he has a perfect relationship with their daughter. Well, at least that could be one of the other reasons for sure.

However, as soon as those words leave Katana's mouth you feel yourself getting tense all over again as you stare at her with a neutral look. Sara frowns, seeing displeased by the new information and how Katana sounds so sure of herself.

“How do you know that? Has he told you anything?”

Would it be too awkward if you just stepped away from this conversation? Why out of all time, one of the kids can't do something that would require your whole attention and presence? Just like on purpose, there's a complete calm yet cheerful atmosphere in the classroom.

“No,” Katana snickers, “But a man like him has to have someone. I mean, take one look at him. He can't be single.”

You shake your head at her statement, even though partly you'd agree if you didn't know any better. Sara sighs, mumbling a few words of how unfortunate it is that every hot man is either married or dating someone. Not going to lie, you're not blind and it's hard to resist Taehyung's charms. That's what his name is. Kim Taehyung. It sounds nice even in your head. But not even once you were thirsting about him so publicly, especially not in a classroom full of kids even though they can't hear the conversation that's been clearly going on way before you made your way here.

Luckily, someone up there has listened to your silent pleas when two of the kids start to bicker, your clue to turn around and leave from the conversation as you assure Sara and Katana you got it. By the time you kindly explain to the kids bickering isn't nice and give them the pep-talk, Sara and Katana have separated and are playing with other kids.

Later in the day when a few of the kids have already gone home and got picked up by their parents, you're closing the classroom's door while bidding goodbye to one of the kids and their mom. You're opening your mouth, ready to talk to Sara (since Katana already went home because there's no need for the three of you to be here when most of the kids went already home) but before you can, the usual chirpy and soft voice calls out something you'd never expect you'd hear again.

“Fuck!”

You and Sara stare with wide eyes at each other before you glance at the four year old Ivy, her brows furrowed as one of the toys she was trying to reach fell down on the floor with a loud bang. She seems completely oblivious that whatever she said is bad, her small and neaty hands picking up the toy as she glares at the poor plastic pink car for dolls.

“I got it.” You mouth to Sara, seeing her finger pointing between her and you, her silent way of asking who's going to deal with it.

“Ivy, honey,” you call out to the little girl, her round eyes glancing at you as she sits on the wooden stool taking the car with her as she sets it onto the table where her dolls are sitting.

Should you tell her something? She seems oblivious to the curse word that so freely let out her small mouth. Reminding her and trying to explain to her that she shouldn't be talking like that would just put more attention to it. However, this is not the first time you've heard this word because the same thing happened yesterday. You've no idea where she heard it from, well the most likely option is that she heard it at home. But you also know her father is very serious about language around kids, especially around his own kid to be precise. You mean… stuff like that can happen to anyone. People often curse before they realize they did it, it happened to you a lot – not in front of kids or in your job though.

Did he and his ex-wife maybe get into an argument? Maybe one of them cursed and Ivy obviously heard it.

“What did you say just a moment ago?” you ask her, letting her think about it. Okay, if she doesn't remember you'll let it go and act as if it didn't happen. But if she--

“Fuck,” she shrugs innocently, your eyes widening once more as you look around to see if any of the kids heard her. Luckily, they haven't.

Sara stands nearby, not really hearing your conversation but she definitely heard the word “fuck” coming out of Ivy with no problem. She stares at you, somehow looking both worried and amused at the same time as you take a deep breath.

Oh, fuck. She's not even your kid and you feel your palms getting sweaty. You don't want to cross any lines or interfere with the way she is being raised, you know not many parents appreciate when one of the teachers gets involved. However, it's your job to explain to her certain things when it directly happens in the kindergarten and in front of other kids. The last thing you need is one of the kids to hear her and repeat it after her.

“Ivy, you can't say that word. It's naughty and nice kids don't talk like that,” you start, seeing her tilting her head slightly at you as she thinks about your words for a moment. “I thought you're a nice kid.” you tell her softly, purposely saying it knowing she's always determined to prove that she's nice whenever her dad comes to pick her up and mentions ice-cream. Or even if he asks one of you, the teachers, if she was nice. Ivy is usually the first one to respond which always makes everyone laugh.

She's a good kid. Polite one too. She treats other kids nicely and always shares her toys. So naturally, you're even more surprised to hear her saying such a word that definitely shouldn't belong to the dictionary of a four year old.

“I am!” she insists, frowning as she pouts slightly.

“Well, nice and good kids don't talk like that. It's very naughty.”

“Sorry.” she mumbles apologetically, looking down at her lap.

“I don't want to hear you saying that again, okay? You're a very cute and pretty lady.” you tell her, trying to lighten her sour mood as you tap her cute round nose.

She giggles, nodding as you chuckle at her. “Okay.” she tells you softly once she calms down.

Half an hour later, close to the closing time, Sara informs you Ivy's mother is coming to pick her up as she just parked her car. It doesn't faze you, it's pretty usual for her to come pick up her daughter at this hour. However, even though she's not very nice towards her ex-husband, having bitter remarks which are usually muttered underneath her breath but you – or Sara and Katana – always hear them. She's not trying to mask it that much, even though she thinks she's being sleek with the whole act “I hate my ex-husband”. But she's not a bad mom. She comes this late because she owns a boutique but whenever she sees her daughter, an almost identical copy of her father, she always has a warm smile on her lips. She's nice towards teachers (which obviously includes you as well) and you've never really had any trouble with her.

That can't be said about Ivy's father though.

You know your daily task is to fill up parents about their kids' day and how they behaved, but before Sara can make her way towards the door and open it, you catch her wrist and glance at her nervously.

“Don't say anything about what Ivy said today, please.”

Sara looks a little taken aback by your request, not hiding a mere confusion and probably wonders why are you even asking this of her. It's pretty usual you'd tell whichever of the parents would pick up the kid, the truth. The last time Ivy said clear and soundable “fuck”, you brushed it off after talking to the girls. But now that has happened a second time, you'd usually just have to say it to the parent.

“Are you sure? She should probably know about this.” Sara says, voice quiet and confused.

“Yeah, she should. But she'll just blame Ivy's father for it and the poor kid already listens to that every time she finds something against him. I think her dad will explain this stuff to her better, Ivy listens to him more. We can tell him next week when it's his turn to pick her up.”

Sara is not surprised to hear your reason, she can easily tell the difference of the two parents as well. She's very attentive and knows, even though Ivy loves both her parents, she's way more cheerful when her dad comes to pick her up and he's actually the one that is more strict. Ivy is just a kid and even though she has a good heart and is raised well, she has her own tantrums sometimes. You, Sara and Katana were witnesses to him putting her back in her place whenever she threw a tantrum in the dressing room with his deep and stern voice.

“Okay, I think you're right.” she nods, agreeing with you but before she can say something else, Ivy's mother opens the door and greets you before she calls out to Ivy.

The little girl runs to her and hugs her long legs before she lets go and goes back into the room, cleaning up the toys she played with just a few seconds ago and putting them back to their place. It makes your heart bloom with softness and warmness and when you look at her mother, you see the same look in her eyes as she waits for her daughter, taking her small hand into hers when she finally makes it back to her mother.

The apartment smells delicious when you enter the spacious entryway, a silent curse leaving your mouth as soon as you take off your shoes and step onto a wooden toy that makes your foot ache. Putting away your thin jacket onto the rack, you make your way through the house, following the little rumble sounds and amazing smell of food that makes your mouth water.

You smile as soon as you see him, standing with his back while stirring something on the pot. You make your way towards him, hugging him from the back as he slightly jumps from the sudden touch but smiles once he looks down and sees it's you.

“Hey, love.”

Heart warming at the pet name, you let out a soft “hi” before he turns around and kisses you on the lips, cupping your cheeks for a moment.

“Ivy?” he asks in assurance, causing you to chuckle as you lean against the kitchen counter, seeing him still wearing one of his work attires, a light blue button-up and black slacks.

He must've come home and straight went to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“Hyerim picked her up.” you answer, seeing him nod even though he already knows the answer to that. He's just in his dad's protective and caring mode, he needs assurement.

“Good, how was your day?”

So you chat, watching him cook as he refuses your help whenever you offer yourself. Once the food is ready, you move to the dining room with a few crayons still sitting on top of the table messily as he apologizes and quickly puts them away.

“Sorry, didn't have enough time to make this place clean.” he apologizes, but it only makes you chuckle because he's acting as if you're not spending your free time here every second week.

Throughout the dinner, you talk and eat in a peaceful silence – something you've grown used to as well. Sometimes you wonder how it'd feel like with Ivy's presence here, considering it feels like she is here but in reality she isn't. Her drawings are attached to the fridge and around the house, clearly making her dad a proud one. And her toys are almost everywhere, even though they're neatly placed in the living room.

It makes you miss her, knowing she is probably having a great time with her mom because apparently, she never complains and always talks fondly whenever she comes back home. It only makes you think of what happened today, wondering if by now the little girl didn't listen to you and already said “fuck” again, this time in front of her mother.

“Taehyung?” you ask softly, putting down your fork as you glance at your boyfriend who's just putting a bite into his mouth as he hums in response, eyes set upon you.

“Did you and Hyerim fight by any chance recently?” you ask him, seeing his brows furrowing, the same way like Ivy did today.

“No,” he answers, looking a little puzzled as he thinks it through for a second before answering more confidently. “No, I told you we haven't fought in months. I think she prefers talking behind my back and in front of Ivy's teachers.” he jokes a little, the corner of his lips curving to a slight smirk.

It makes you chuckle and look down at your plate, obviously knowing you're the reason why he knows all of this in the first place. As much as Sara and Katana daydream about him, they wouldn't go as far as telling him such an uncomfortable and private thing, even if it includes him as well. It's impolite.

Perks of him being your boyfriend, so you can tell him anything you want.

You nod along his words, reaching for the glass of wine as you take a decent sip before he keeps his eyes on you, a silent curiosity and interest crossing his face. “Is there a reason why you're asking? Has she said something about me again?”

“Ah, no. She was actually very polite this time...” you trail off, avoiding his eyes for a moment and you've no idea why.

Maybe it's the way he's staring at you with his dark eyes across the table, or the fact that he looks so hot and stern all of a sudden while he analyzes the way you're acting. Obviously, a few months of dating him, he already knows when there's something you're not telling him.

“Come on, love. Tell me, I'm not gonna bite. At least not now.” he smirks, laughing when you exclaim his name and start laughing too, momentarily hiding your face with your hands as you feel the heat rushing to your face.

“Alright,” you breathe out once you calm down, looking him in the eyes. “Ivy said 'fuck' today.”

Taehyung's brows shoot up in surprise, opening his mouth slightly. “She said what?”

“Fuck,” you tell him, even though you know he heard you the first time. “One of the toys fell when she was trying to grab it. I talked to her but obviously, I thought you should know. I didn't say anything to Hyerim, we both know why…” you tell him and he nods, understanding that Hyerim might've overreacted and just put more blame on him than it's necessarily.

“I don't understand… I don't curse in front of her, neither does Hyerim. We're both very careful about that.”

“You never know, it might've slipped. It doesn't really matter who's to blame for this, but she can't speak like that. Thank god none of the kids heard her. This is actually the second time she said it, the first time she said it was a few days ago.”

“What? Why didn't you tell me?” he asks, surprised, not sounding accusingly at all.

“I wanted to tell you in private and since you had Ivy last week, there was no time. I wasn't about to discuss it in a dressing room where other parents were.” you explain.

Taehyung nods understandably, giving you a slight smile in appreciation before he looks a little disappointed by the news as he sighs. “I'll talk to her when she comes back from Hyerim. Where could she possibly hear it from? I don't understand…”

You shrug, not sure what to answer as he thinks about it for a moment, deciding that he has no answer for that and just lets it go for tonight. Shaking his head, he continues eating while you do the same, a casual talk filling the dining room once again while throwing knowing and flirtatious glances at each other.

You often think about what you did in your past life to deserve such a man in your life, to have that privilege of snatching not just one of the hottest men in the world but also the kindest and most attentive boyfriend. It was one year ago when you started working at the kindergarten where you're working till this day. You had been working there barely for a week when a new three year old started attending kindergarten for the first time. You can still remember the way Ivy's big eyes were full of curiosity and fear at the same time, her both hands clutching her father's big one. He stayed for a few minutes, lingering close to the wall as he watched his daughter playing with toys and drawing him a picture. Despite his fond eyes that were filled with nothing but love, you could see him looking worried just as equal as Ivy when the door of the classroom full of other kids opened.

The only difference is, that he waited until his daughter wasn't watching him and was too occupied while drawing him a picture of butterflies, house and other random things that the three year old could think of.

And despite you working there barely a week, you already encountered similar situations with other parents as well. You're not going to lie, he did look slightly intimidating from the moment you first saw him. It's not like he was expressionless or coldly looked around himself, he was quite the opposite. One of the kids brought him a toy and he crouched down to the kid, ruffled his black hair and thanked him with a cute boxy smile which later on, you found Ivy has a very similar smile.

So you approached him, listened to him as he explained that he's probably overreacting but ever since she was born, he was with her most of the time and now is the time for her to come here, so he can work and she can finally attend kindergarten like every other kid. Ever since then, you both chatted a lot whenever he came to pick her up. Nothing too serious and you never crossed any boundaries, especially when he informed you Ivy's mother will pick her up every second week. Later on, when he came to pick up Ivy one day, you assumed they're married but busy to come together to pick her up. You assumed they just came to an arrangement to take turns.

You were surprised – okay, maybe even pleased – to hear that they've been divorced and separated for a year already. You kept your reaction low, just nodding in understatement. You remember the way he subtly smirked at you when you shyly looked away.

Somehow over the months, you both became close – friends maybe. He'd always talk to you about his day while waiting for Ivy to tie her shoes because “she's a big girl and she can do it alone”. Ivy's words, not her father's. He went along with it, taking that time to lean against the kids lockers while chatting to you whenever you had the time.

Until one day he finally grew some balls – Taehyung's words again – and finally asked you out. And the rest is a history, bringing you back to present time as you've been dating for five months now.

Taehyung's broad shoulders and the way he's eye-fucking you is definitely worth of not thinking about history, but get ready for present. He cockily smirks at you, standing above you while you're sprawled on his bed completely naked while he takes the last article of his clothes which happens to be boxers.

Oh, you're definitely lucky.

If only Sara and Katana could see you right now, they'd never believe you've been dating this man the whole time they kept talking about him, or more like thirsting over him. He's more than that though.

There are many things you appreciate about Taehyung, being mature is one of them. Him being older than you, seven years difference to be exact, makes him more mature than any of the boys you were dating previously. There weren't that many but even if there were, you know no one could compete with Taehyung.

Even your friendly and blunt co-workers can't keep their eyes off him whenever it's his turn of the custody. Even when it's not, they talk about him on a daily basis. And apparently giving him a nickname that has been sticking to him for a few months now.

Taehyung is in the middle of rolling a condom down his length when you giggle amusingly as your eyes scrunch. He chuckles, even though he glances at you in confusion wondering why the hell you're giggling all of a sudden.

“What?” he asks, breathing out a chuckle as he glances down at his length and gives himself a few testing tugs. As much as he wants three more kids (apparently – it's something he spilled when you had a date night at his house while drinking lots of wine), you still have a long way to go until you go that route.

“You know that Sara and Katana call you dilf?” you giggle, covering your mouth with your palm while Taehyung's eyebrows shoot up in shock.

For the first time since he has slowly led you to his bedroom and pleasured you with his mouth until you were begging for him to stop and let you breathe for a second, he looks quite shocked and taken aback. It's only now that you see the back of his neck flash as he sheepishly rubs it with his hand.

He's no stranger to the names of your co-workers, he hears about them all the time. However, it's the first time you revealed the nickname they gave him, even though he knows they're thirsting over him. Something you spilled that time on your date night.

But Taehyung is not caught off guard for too long, hovering over you for a second as he pulls you closer to the edge of bed, hands on your ass as he lifts it up. His length pokes you right into your clit causing you to stop giggling as you moan.

“Dilf, is it?” he hums, causing you to nod while silent pleas of him filling you up resounds from your mouth. In times like these, you can barely function and control yourself at the same time.

Taehyung listens to you, guiding his thick length into your wet and tight hole as he enters you with a slow yet shallow thrust. You groan, mouth opening and eyes shutting, falling apart from the single feeling of him stretching you out. You missed him. It's been something over a week since you got to have some alone time with him, which includes a lot of sex of course.

“Do they know this dilf gets to fuck you?” he hums against your neck, causing you to realize he's hovering over you once again as he gently bites into the crook of your neck, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan out once he pulls back, grabbing you by your thighs as he hoasts your lower body up to his liking. It's just a matter of seconds before he starts fucking you just like he promised a few minutes ago when you entered his bedroom.

His thick length brushes your wet and tight walls, hitting all the right places as you can't keep your moans silent. Taehyung's eyes are focused on your breasts that bounce with each thrust he makes, eyes glancing down at your stomach to see it bulging thanks to his length inside you.

“Shit, love. You're killing me.” he groans, the sight being one of his weaknesses as it ushers him to pound into you even more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Tae…” you whimper, feeling yourself getting close as his nails dig into the meat of your thighs. But the pain is nothing but pleasing and arousing you even more.

Soon enough, you're falling apart and cumming around his thick length that makes him groan, making it harder for him to move inside you. But somehow he does, pounding into you and following you a minute later while he spills into the condom.

Both breathing heavy, you're not surprised when Taehyung falls down on you as you hug him closer while he peppers your neck and chest with kisses. He slowly slips out of you, groaning at the feeling as he forces himself to stand up and dispose of the condom. He tells you he'll be right back, bringing one of his shirts that he without a doubt found in the bathroom. He cleans you up, tossing it down the floor you scoot further to the bed, finally laying down onto his soft pillows. He cuddles to you, tossing a duvet over your naked and warm buddies as he nuzzles to your neck.

“I want to tell Ivy,” he suddenly mumbles, his hands slowly rubbing your stomach under the duvet. “About us, about you.”

That makes you surprised, your heart skipping a beat and causing you to feel excited.

Ivy doesn't know that you're dating her father. It's something you respected from the moment you felt things between you and Taehyung aren't just about the casual talks between a parent and a teacher. From Taehyung's positions, it definitely makes sense that he didn't want to break it to his daughter that he's dating one of her teachers. You both wanted to make sure you're very serious about each other before he breaks the news to her. It makes sense. You're her teacher and even though it won't affect your work or can get you into trouble, you didn't want to be introduced to her as her dad's girlfriend just yet. No one knows about your relationship, that's one of the reasons.

Ivy is a sweet kid but she's still a kid and she would obviously spill the news. You both can't expect the four year old will keep your relationship a secret before you decide to just announce it to the world. You don't know how Hyerim, Taehyung's ex, will react to the news. Even though you don't care that much about her because she has nothing to do with Taehyung, not anymore – she's still Ivy's mother and probably won't have a pleasant reaction.

There are a lot of things you and Taehyung had to think through before you came to the conclusion that this is nice and you want to be in each other's life like this. Your parents know about Taehyung, and so does his parents know about you. But telling Ivy means that you'll be openly dating and it no longer will be a secret, in other words it’s a bigger step than telling your or Taehyung’s parents. This means Sara and Katana will find out eventually too, however you're not worried about that.

They might feel embarrassed that they've been thirsting about your boyfriend this whole time, but it'll be finally your time to laugh at them and see them frustrated.

Taehyung isn't scared of Ivy's reaction, the reason he didn't tell her about the two of you isn't about that. She loves you. Apparently, she talks about you at home too and according to Taehyung, you're her favorite teacher. Teachers shouldn't have a favorite kid but they always do. Your favorite kid is Ivy. Not because you're dating her dad, she's been your favorite from the moment Taehyung went to work and left her there for the first time alone. She came up to you and clutched to your hand, talking to you sweetly as she drew you a picture. The first one she drew in a class was already took by Taehyung as she made sure she gave it to him before he had to depart.

“Are you sure?” you ask, not hiding the smile in your voice that makes Taehyung smile as he kisses your collarbone.

“I've been sure for quite some time,” he tells you softly, “I don't want to hide anymore. She loves you, I love you and I want to spend my time with both of you. I want you to be here when she's home too, I want my both girls here.”

Your heart softens, heart blooming with love and warmness as your fingers play with Taehyung's dark wavy hair.

“I'd be more than happy about that,” you confess, “I feel like it's the right time too.”

Taehyung agrees, lifting his head off your body as he looks at you and purses his lips, silently asking for a kiss. You chuckle, finding him cute and different than from the man that pounded you into his mattress just a moment ago. You kiss him, letting your mouths mold together for a few minutes until you're forced to pull apart to properly breathe.

“I know where Ivy heard the bad word.”

The bad word. That makes you chuckle as you turn to him with an interest in your eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nods, smirking a little. “From you.”

You open your mouth. “Excuse me? I don't curse in front of her.”

“Uhm, it might not have been completely in front of her, but you know when you curse the most.”

“No, tell me.” you tell him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“When we have sex.” he smirks, causing your mouth to open.

“But--Ivy--”

“You remember the last time when we had sex? I called you over after we both couldn't sleep, Ivy was in her room sleeping back then,” Taehyung starts, causing your heart to stop for a moment as a horrific expression makes a way to your face.

Like Taehyung said, it was one of the nights when you texted and couldn't sleep, the texts becoming slightly explicit and needy which caused Taehyung to call you over. It was the first and only time you sneaked to his house while Ivy was in it too, supposedly soundlessly sleeping in her room while her father fucked you in his own. He assured you she's sleeping and you had to sneak away the next morning before she woke up, like a damn teenager.

You both acted like teenagers that night to be fair. The whole sneaking thing had its own spice though.

“Apparently, the little lovebug was awake or we must've woke her up.” Taehyung says, laughing as he seems amused by the whole situation.

“But--how do you know? Maybe she heard it somewhere else, this doesn't mean anything.” you tell him, not believing your own words too.

Taehyung raises his brow at you, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he starts mimics you from that night when he took you from behind, your face heating up right away as you slap him in the chest. “You know how I know that?” he asks, voice amused and cocky which makes you roll your eyes.

“Spill it out.” you tell him, ready to hide behind the duvet but he gently takes it away from you and keeps his hold onto it.

“She asked me the next morning who was at our house. Apparently, she heard some noises.”

Okay, now you certainly look mortified. Taehyung laughs, enjoying the way you squeal in embarrassment.

“And you're telling me that just now?” you exclaim, repeating his words from earlier as he laughs with eyes scrunched shut.

“Well, telling you over a text or in a kindergarten with a bunch of parents and kids around wasn't the best option. I forgot to tell you, to be honest.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, rubbing your forehead in embarrassment. “What did you tell her?”

“That she must've had a bad dream.” Taehyung chuckles causing you to laugh.

“And she believed that?”

“Does it matter?”

No, it doesn't.

Taehyung suddenly cuddles you again, leg slouched over your own as his mouth is on your collarbone against, slowly making his way down to your breast as he starts sucking your nipple. You gasp, looking down at him as he keeps his attention to your nipple before he looks up with a smirk.

“Look at you, teaching my kid a bad word and you haven't even been introduced as my girlfriend.”

“It wasn't on purpose.” you gasp, whimpering when he gently bites onto your breast, chuckling lowly.

“I know,” he adds, assuring you that he's not mad or putting a blame on you. It was your both's fault. If you just waited and weren't horny like teenagers, this wouldn't have happened.

He lets go of your nipple with a loud plop, staring you in the eyes while his hands move down your stomach. You already know where this is heading, soon feeling him between your legs. But before he fully touches you where you're aching for him the most, he licks his lips and bites into them before a loving gaze makes its way to his eyes.

“Good thing I love you.”

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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years

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Maybe This Time

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of infertility, adoption, IVF, feelings of inadequacy, fluff. If I’ve left something out let me know.

Summary: this was an anonymous request about infertility and maybe having a child another way with Frankie.

A/N: this is very close to my ❤️ so for anyone who is struggling with infertility, you’re not broken or useless and you are not alone. There are many ways to become a mother. 💕💕

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Anxiety bubbled up inside you as you paced your en-suite. You should be used to this by now. The waiting and waiting but it never gets easier. As the months rolled by you were slowly losing hope.

Becoming a mother was something you had longed for since you and Frankie married, but it was proving to be harder than you thought. Deep down you knew that you were the problem, Frankie was already a father to Sophia so everything worked on his end.

The alarm on your phone startles you and you take a deep breath before you pick up the test.

Negative!

***

Frankie closed the front door behind him eager to see you after a long day doing tours. He kicked off his shoes in the hall and made his way into the kitchen, where he found you stood still at the stove. “Hi, baby.”

He moves closer when you don’t answer him and he slowly wraps his arms around you, kissing the side of your cheek. “Baby, are you ok?”

Snapping out of your trance you turn in his arms and plaster a smile on your face, hoping he can’t see your heartbreak. He can, of course, he can. - it’s Frankie.

“Hey hey…what’s wrong baby?” He says as he places both hands on either side of your face. Tears fall down your cheeks as you avoid making eye contact. “I…I was late…so I took a test…I’m…”

Frankie pulls you into him, already knowing what it said. What it always says.

“Shh baby, it’s ok…it’s ok.” You are sobbing in his arms now, unable to hold back. “I’m broken.”

“Hey…baby you are not broken. Please don’t say that. There is nothing wrong with you, it’s just not happening right now for us and that’s ok, it may still. Just know that I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

Frankie had held until the tears subsided and then he made you some hot chocolate and brought you to bed. He lay behind you holding you close as you drifted off to sleep.

He hated this. That you felt like all this was your fault. That you felt broken. As much as he loves his little girl - he would die for her- sometimes he thinks things would have been easier on you if she didn’t exist. You wouldn’t blame yourself for not being able to have a baby.

Then he thinks about how when she’s here in your shared home you adore her as if she were your own. How good of a mother you already are.

You’ve both looked into IVF but it’s too expensive and after that fuck up in Columbia, he just hasn’t got the money. It breaks his heart to see you like this - a shell of the woman he married.

If he was being honest he wants to stop trying too, it’s been nearly a year and nothing. He just hasn’t got the heart to tell you no. You stir in his arms and turn to face him - red-rimmed eyes taking in the features of his face.

“Hey, you ok baby?” You snuggle in closer and simply nod your head, breathing in his calming scent. “I think…I think it’s time…”

“Time for what baby?” You pull back a little so you can see his face again. “I think we need to stop trying. It isn’t going to happen. I mean I know the doctor said there wasn’t anything physically wrong with me but…I don’t know…it should have happened by now if that were true.”

“It might still,” Frankie says with a slight touch of hope in his voice. “No. I'm done. I can’t go through this again month after month. It’s too heartbreaking and it isn’t fair on you.”

“There are other options. We could look into adopting?” There is a flicker of something behind your eyes that Frankie hasn’t seen in months: hope.

***

A couple of weeks later Frankie comes through the front door full of excitement as he throws an envelope down on the kitchen counter. You let out a squeal as he lifts you into the air, swinging you around. “What’s gotten into you?”

“We heard back from the adoption agency…we’re on the list.” Frankie places you gently back on the w ground before showing you the envelope. You take out the documents and scan them. “I know we have to be vetted and all that and we still have a few more interviews with them but it’s going in the right direction.”

“Let’s not get our hopes up though, just in case.” Frankie frowns a little but quickly shakes it, plastering a smile on his face as he wraps his arms around you. “It’s ok to hope, baby. Just think by the end of the year, we could have a brother or sister for Sophia.”

“She’s gonna be so excited, isn’t she?” He nods his head before his lips crash onto yours. “Now, I think we should celebrate.” With raised eyebrows, you give him a questioning look. “Celebrate?”

“Hmm hmm.” His hands move down grabbing at your ass before lifting you into his arms. “Wanna make love to my hot wife.”

“Mr Morales, you are insatiable.” He laughs, “only for you Mrs Morales.”

***

The months passed and you both endured interview after interview - both separate and together. It was a long process but almost a year to the date you agreed to adopt, you received the call that you had been approved and that there was a little girl who needed a home.

You were shaking as Frankie walked into the kitchen, having just woken up for the day. “Hey mi amor, what’s wrong?” He’s by your side in seconds, worry coursing through him, but when he comes to stand in front of you he sees the smile on your face.

“Frankie, they have someone for us.” He pulls you into him, hugging you tight. “This is amazing news baby, when do we get to meet them? Is it a boy or a girl? What age are they?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement as you gently place your hand on his cheek and he stops his rant to look at you. “I love you,” you say as you reach up and kiss him softly on the lips. “I love you too mi amor.”

“It’s a little girl, she's four and she’s been in foster care since she was born. Her name is Emilia.” Frankie smiles brightly down at you and holds you closer. “Sophia is gonna be a big sister.”

“She is, although not by much.” You both laugh again and he spins you around. “We need to celebrate. How about I take my two girls for pancakes and ice cream?”

“That sounds amazing baby.” He stops spinning you and kisses you passionately before resting his head against yours. “Thank you.”

“For what baby?” You grip his shirt tight in your hands as you look up into his deep brown eyes, “for being there for me. For helping me through all this. I know it’s been just as hard on you as it was on me. I was so lost when I couldn’t have a baby, our baby and you pulled me through that darkness even though you were feeling it too.”

“Hey,” he says cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I would do anything for you amor, you are the love of my life. I wish we could have had our baby and I wish I had enough money so we could have had IVF or had a surrogate. I blame myself every day for that trip to Columbia and for more than just Tom's death, but I’m also a believer in what’s meant to be will, and I’m so happy we are going to give a home to Emilia.”

“How did I ever get so lucky that you spotted me that day at the bar? I knew that night when you came over to chat me up that I’d found my one.” Frankie was blushing - embarrassed by all your compliments - as he buried his head into your shoulder.

You run your finger through his hair and he hums in contentment. “I’m the lucky one mi amor, I promise. Now, let’s go tell our lil Princesa the good news.

***

Looking over the room for the tenth time you smile as Frankie wraps his arms around you from behind. “She’s gonna love it amor, now we better go get our lil girl.” He grabs your hand, linking his fingers through yours as you make your way to his truck.

Emilia was quiet as she sat in the back of the truck and as you pulled up outside your home, you could see the hesitation in her eyes. “Hey, how about we head inside and I show you your new room? Would you like that?”

She nods her head and grabs onto your hand as she curls into your side. Frankie can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as he grabs the bags from the trunk. He always knew you were an amazing mom, this just confirms it.

It takes Emilia some time to adjust to her new home but after a week, it’s as if she’s always been there. Sophia was excited to meet her new sister and they got on like a house on fire.

***

“Mama come on.” The girls shout back at you as they run ahead through the trees. “Yeah mama, you’re so slow.” You turn to glare at Frankie as he laughs hard - his hand resting on his stomach, as his shoulders shake.

“Watch it you or there won’t be any special mommy and daddy time later.” He halts his laughing and smiles brightly at you. “Please don’t hold out on me baby. I’ve been looking forward to it all day,” he says with his big puppy dog eyes.

Rolling your eyes you laugh at his antics. “Here,” he says, holding out his hand for you to take. “Let me help you amor, we’re nearly there anyway.”

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, at least the girls are having fun.” Frankie helps you along the trail until you come to a clearing at the edge of the lake. “Here we are. I’ll set up camp if you and the girls get some logs for the fire.”

When you arrive back, Frankie has everything set up and once you hand him the wood he starts the fire. “Daddy, can we go swim, please?”

He looks at you, “what do you think mama?” You pretend to contemplate for a minute but then nod your head, “ok but stay along the edge, I’ll be down in a minute ok?”

They rush off and once they're out of sight Frankie pulls you into him - his lips meeting yours into a searing kiss. “I love you mi amor. Now go on and swim, this will take a little while and then I’ll cook dinner.”

The girls have great fun in the water, splashing and swimming and when Frankie shouts that dinner is almost ready you all get out and dry off.

Sitting around the fire roasting marshmallows - the girls giggling and having fun - you can’t help but smile at how your life has turned out. Frankie’s arms hold you a little tighter and you nuzzle into him more, pulling the blanket over you both.

“Te amo, mi amor. I’d be lost without you. You are the best mama and wife and we are so lucky to have you.” Your heart swells at his words and you turn your head so you can kiss him.

“Ew mama and papa are kissing again.” You both laugh into the kiss and pull away, Frankie holding you tight as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Better save it until later.”

“Hmm, mama wants to do more than kiss papa later though.” Frankie chokes out a cough and you giggle at him before kissing his cheek. Sitting there around the fire, your two girls having fun and the man you love wrapped around you, you thank whatever is out there for giving you an amazing family.

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devildomdisaster · 3 years

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Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)

Anonymous asked: for the lore Olympus ask but with the dateables. (Deleted this ask by accident but here it is)

Comfort spell gone wrong

Not only had the brothers been completely horrible the past few weeks but even your friends in purgatory hall and Diavolo himself had been too busy for you.

You understood that Simeon was busy helping Luke work through some things. But still, being brushed aside after the brothers had been so cruel towards you hadn’t helped your crumbling self-worth.

Solomon had heaved a big sigh and told you “They're demons Mc. It’s what they do. You’re going to have to grow a thicker skin. Besides, I don’t have time to help you with something so trivial.” Before handing you a page from a spellbook “if you really can’t deal with it yourself use this for comfort.”

You’d undeniably ruined Barbatos’s hard work when you’d tripped and tipped over the cake he’d been working on all morning. The demon had shooed you from his domain with barely concealed rage and asked you not to come back until “you can prevent yourself from causing me more work.”

Diavolo, despite always telling you you could come to him with your troubles, had snapped that Solomon seemed to be doing just fine. “So maybe you need to try harder, Mc. Rather than blaming your problems on other people.”

The spell Solomon had given you seemed simple enough. Although it was in an unfamiliar mix of Latin and Infernal. Couldn’t hurt to try though. At least not anymore than you were already hurting. You’d cast the spell, stumbling through a few words and thinking it hadn’t worked when nothing happened. Figures you couldn’t do it, you were still new to magic and just as useless at it as everyone had so kindly reminded you the last few days. It still sapped your energy though, stupid spell. You closed your eyes thinking that maybe it was better that the spell didn’t work. You’d never live down the embarrassment if anyone found out you tried to use a comfort spell.

Lucifer calls the others asking if anyone has seen you, after several days of radio silence from you. Solomon, Luke, and Simeon rush to the house of Lamentation once they hear you haven’t been seen for days. They find Lucifer and the brothers crowded around you, worriedly discussing the spell which has covered you and your room in vines. Babratos and Diavolo are already there, both looking guilty. Solomon feels his stomach drop when he recognizes the page from the spellbook.

“Lucifer, I recognize that spell, I gave it to them when-” Solomon begins

“Yes, it figures you would have your hands in this Solomon.” Lucifer glares.

It’s Simeon who steps forward to undo the spell, giving Luke’s shoulder a comforting squeeze on his way by. “Lucifer if you would,” he says gesturing to your form “this will take both our magics to undo, I believe.”

Solomon:

Shit, shit! Solomon recognizes that spell! He gave it to you.

It wasn’t supposed to do this, it was just a simple comfort spell!

But he can’t help feeling responsible for what's happened.

He feels like he should have known, should have realized something was going on when he gave you that spell.

You’d just wanted to talk, but he was so caught up in trying to find a way to make pacts with the brothers that he totally brushed you off.

He handed you a page out of a spellbook instead. And told you to deal with things yourself.

Solomon is crushed. He has always told you that if you ever need to talk to another human, he’d be there. But he wasn’t. He told you to deal with it alone.

When Simeon and Lucifer break the spell he is by your side in an instant.

Hands fluttering over your body, brushing withering plants off you. Feeling utterly useless.

The spell had gotten so convoluted and twisted in ways he’d never seen before, he hadn’t even been able to break it.

You blink your eyes open, Solomon’s distraught face coming into focus.

“Mc, I shouldn’t have given you that spell. I’m so sorry. I-I said I’d always help you if you needed me but all I did was hurt you instead.”

He wants to distance himself from you. But he knows that won’t make you feel any better. It won’t make him feel better either.

Instead, he’ll be far more careful with the magic he gives you. He’ll start teaching you more magic, so you can practice spells safely.

But he’ll also do his best to make sure you never need a comfort spell again.

He wants to be your comfort.

Solomon will plan elaborate outings and magic filled dates. He gets all these grand ideas and half of them turn into disasters but somehow he’ll make sure the two of you still have fun.

It’s easy for Solomon to forget that he needs to communicate better. But he’s trying. Instead of snapping at you again he’ll be sure to set aside time for himself. Besides, being in the Devildom is more fun with an apprentice anyways, plus teaching you magic gives him plenty of time to make sure you are happy too.

Simeon:

Simeon is shocked when he sees you.

A shiver runs down his spine when he feels the spell sucking the energy from your body.

His eyes don’t miss the botched comfort spell on the ground and he wonders why you didn’t come to him.

And then he realizes. You did. But he brushed you off to help Luke and even when you were hurting you didn’t want to burden him.

He feels like he’s failed you by making you feel like you couldn’t come to him.

When you open your eyes Simeon is the first thing you see.

He gently brushes the plants from your face and hair.

“Oh my sweet little lamb, you are never a burden to me. I am so sorry I made you feel you couldn’t come to me.”

Simeon brings you to Purgatory hall while your room is cleaned.

He gently untangles bits of plant matter from your hair, humming what must be some Celestial lullaby to you.

“Mc,” he begins once he’s removed the remaining plants from your hair and skin, and you’ve allowed yourself to relax into him. “Forgive me, Mc. I should have seen how much you were hurting.”

He is being so gentle with you. But his voice takes a stern edge as he tells you “Next time you feel like this, promise me you will come to me. If you tell me what’s going on I will always have time for you.”

Simeon makes sure to check in on you now, to make time for you. He’ll invite you to Purgatory hall for dinners and/or sleepovers. Oftentimes Luke joins you. But sometimes he’ll sneak you in so the sleepover is your little secret.

Diavolo:

Oh, Mc! He hasn’t seen a spell like this in centuries.

He knows it’s a mistake, but the power it must have taken to cast this spell is impressive.

He’s curious to know what kind of power you’ll have after you’ve been trained properly.

That not to say he isn’t concerned, it's just he knows the spell can be undone, and he finds it easier to deal with the situation if he doesn’t think about how close he came to losing you.

He’ll request that the brothers keep a closer eye on you, not that they weren’t going to anyway.

Diavolo will scoop you from the tangled vines, brushing the remaining vines from your skin as he carries you from your room.

He sits down on his throne, with you still held in his arms. For a moment you're afraid of his thunderous expression.

And then his eyes soften. “Mc,” he whispers. Emotion making his throat tighten, choking off his voice. “Why?”

“Why don’t you find a human who can do better than me Diavolo? You said so yourself, I’m a disappointment.”

“Mc, I didn’t mean! I didn’t want you to-! I didn’t”

He knows what he said. But he never meant for you to take it to heart like this. He was just stressed and he took it out on you.

“I’m sorry, Mc. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you. You haven’t disappointed me. I’m sorry I made you feel like you can’t rely on me. Please understand that I would do anything in my power for you.”

A frightening promise from the prince of the Devildom.

Diavolo is careful to control himself in the future. To prevent himself from letting his stress and anger get the better of him.

Careful to remind you how important you are to him, and not just because you are an exchange student, but because he cares for you.

Barbatos:

Anger. Fear. Barbatos tumbles between the two emotions.

It seems that by placing you in this timeline to protect you from Belphagor’s anger he has put you in a new kind of danger. One he didn’t see coming.

This makes him question his decision not to look into the future more than necessary.

Humans are so fragile. And this is just more proof of that fact.

Barbatos is by your side the moment you wake up.

He is lifting you to your feet and guiding you from your room.

Barbatos is a perfect gentleman as he helps you clean up. Helping you scrub the plants from your skin, wrapping you in the softest blankets.

But he remains silent the whole time.

Once you are safely tucked into bed Barbatos speaks. “Mc, I know I have made you feel useless. I should not have taken my anger out on you. I should have known better.”

For a moment you think he’s going to leave, that that’s all he is going to say.

But then he asks if he can stay with you. If the answer is yes, he’ll curl around you in your bed. Holding you to him as if you are likely to disappear.

It has been a long time since Barbatos has had something or someone he has been afraid to lose. “I’m sorry Mc. Please know you can come to me, even if I may be upset. I’d rather you make me face my shortcomings then lose you.”

Barbatos starts having you over for tea more often. He’ll take you on errands with him, if he thinks you’d find them at all interesting.

Mostly he just wants more excuses to spend time with you.

This made him realize how important you are to him and he’ll make sure you know it.

Luke:

Scared little sibling vibes.

Luke is so scared to see you like this!

You are so still and pale that he thinks you might be dead.

When you open your eyes he is so relieved.

Please don’t scare him like this again!

He’s got tears in his eyes, and he half yells half cries at you “Mc! You- you can’t just do something like this. What if- if you had died? I know these demons-” he shoots a watery glare at the demons “can make you feel sad but you’re my friend.”

He’ll ask you to stay at Purgatory hall for a while. He 100% thinks this is all the brother’s fault.

In fact he wants you to move into Purgatory hall permanently and he is so insistent that Diavolo might just let you if that's what you want.

He’ll make sure you know that he sees you as a big sibling, a friend that he could never replace “so please don’t think nobody cares Mc. I know we’re not really related but you’re like a sibling to me.”

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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you’re horny on your period

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader)

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?”

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...”

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.”

“your issue is the mess?”

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand.

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.”

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap.

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.”

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?”

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him.

“like need me need me?”

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!”

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly.

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp.

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom.

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?”

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.”

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense.

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?”

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore.

“i’m horny tobio.”

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped.

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?”

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?”

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.”

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!”

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.”

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house

(which he’s totally normal about)

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise.

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.”

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.”

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.”

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.”

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?”

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?”

you blinked back. “you want to help me?”

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?”

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...”

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?”

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.”

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.”

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wincore · 3 years

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field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan.

“Come on!” Chenle calls with a teasing grin from the buzzing crowd. The little shit. It’s getting hotter with each minute you spend by the green soccer field and its dusty chalked lines, just at the tip of the bleachers. You didn’t even get enough time to breathe before you were surrounded, the soccer team pushing a stumbling Sungchan onto you. It’s too sunny for this today.

“The star soccer player gets a kiss from the lead cheerleader after a winning game! That’s the rule.” Chenle announces.

Sungchan looks at you and you turn to him, the both of you looking at each other like fish out of water. Even though you’ve clarified at least a hundred times that you’re just friends, your peers don’t seem to be satisfied. (“Famous last words,” they say.)

“No,” you say, firmly.

“No,” Sungchan agrees, nodding his head wisely.

“Don’t copy me,” you say, smacking his chest, and a quiet ‘oof’ escapes his mouth.

The fact that you’ve been best friends since Sungchan offered you a light green crayon in elementary school just fuels the idea that you have to date. There’s this difference between elementary school kids teasing and high school kids teasing—it was so much easier back when boys were afraid of cooties from girls. It was innocent too. Now, it’s more of nudges and sly grins, teasing with unnecessary innuendo. (What else do you expect from teenagers experiencing puberty?) It doesn’t stop you from being best friends though. Sungchan still visits on Fridays to get on your mom’s nerves and help you with homework (or try to). You still have all the little trinkets he’s gifted you over the years and the lock to his phone is still your birthday. You’re best friends and strictly that.

When you got into the same middle school though is when it started going downhill. Holding his hand was awkward, touching him in any way was awkward and god forbid you compliment him on something. The kids around you would run across the halls saying “(name) likes Sungchan!” or the other way around sometimes. Heathens, the lot of them. But at the very least, he wasn’t too fazed and you wonder how he could be that even-tempered. If it was just you feeling that way, then maybe you did like him more than he did you.

You shake it off.

Sungchan’s much more grown now and at least a foot taller since his awkward adolescent years; he looks handsomer too but you wouldn’t be caught dead saying it out loud. After all, it’s only going to spark another debate on the anonymous school forum. (“(name) finds Jung Sungchan attractive, they’re totally dating.” “I knew it. A boy and a girl can’t be friends, especially if they’re both good looking.”) If you’re being honest, you hate the rumours so much—it’s one of the reasons, apart from puberty, stopping you from being as close as before. However, you do understand that this is how the passage of time works. You’re not going to be spending all of your time with each other, yes, but you still regard him as important. Your life is too busy now, with exams and practice—and you’d think a busy bee would get some honey as reward.

Sungchan’s curls stick to his forehead, unruly after he wiped at them with a towel. The sunlight plays with his eyes when he looks at you intently and you shrug. The smell of sweat is starting to make you nauseous. You remember that you too need to take a shower.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Not today?” He asks.

You shake your head. “The girls have a plan.”

It’s not just the sweat. Or the crowds. You don’t like being here at all. There’s one more problem with this place.

You hate soccer.

And by hate, you mean you despise it. Like you’ll throw up at the sight of it. What’s so riveting about a bunch of smelly, sweaty guys excited about chasing a patterned ball? You’ve tried to understand it but every time your dad explains the rules, you find yourself zoning out of whatever alien language he speaks.

Sungchan has been the closest to getting you to understand the game and even then, you refused to learn. It’s not like you’re society’s definition of girly—but you’re not a tomboy either. The school has granted you the “ice queen with a warm interior” stereotype so you’ll just go with that. To be honest, you’re just a little more awkward at open affection than your friends. (And Sungchan has the “friendly beagle” stereotype which you’ll agree is partly true. He’s more of a retriever though, with that size.) It’s just funny how you can never seem to know who you are but other people see so clearly.

You hurry up to the locker rooms and hope for a better evening than this afternoon.

The sky burns blue and you wipe the sweat off your brow once you step out of the changing room. Cooling off from your shower has gone to waste. Adjusting your school skirt, you take your usual strides to the school gates.

Ryujin seems to be showing Yuna a very flamboyant dance move while the latter hypes her up. Ryujin is in her gym uniform because she has no care for her reputation apparently, but she makes it work. Yuna’s about to show her own move when she notices you and waves at you vigorously enough to make you jog towards her and stop embarrassing herself in front of the after school crowd. But then again, she’s too cute for that.

“We got bored waiting for you,” Yuna explains, voice hoarse from her cold. Poor thing wasn’t let into performing because of it. “Do you wanna see our cool new move? Ryujin came up with it!”

Ryujin rolls her eyes. “You’re trying to advertise me to (name) so she can recruit me into cheerleading, aren’t you?”

You smile and cross your arms, facing Yuna who’s been caught mid-act. She smiles sheepishly and pats your shoulder like she just said a funny joke.

“Actually…” You begin and Ryujin holds up her arms in a cross.

“No. Never. I’m already part of the hip-hop dance club.”

“I was going to say that I’ll join you instead.”

Yuna gasps in betrayal, big eyes widening, and Ryujin grins before sticking her tongue out and potentially ruining her image with that expression. She doesn’t care, however.

“Anyway, I can’t wait to get to college and join a dance club.” Ryujin looks at the two of you excitedly. “I keep getting snaps from Yeji and feel so jealous.”

Yuna pouts. “Don’t be so happy about leaving me.”

“Aw, is the baby afraid of not getting any more sisterly doting?” Ryujin teases and you laugh at the disgruntled expression on Yuna’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Ryujin continues with a sly grin. “Taehyun’s here to keep you company for another year.”

Yuna turns red in the face, a high pitched complaint emitting from her throat. “I told you to keep quiet about that!”

“Oh, what’s this?” You wiggle your eyebrows. “We’re starting boy talk early today.”

Yuna huffs. “At least, mine’s just a crush. I don’t know what relationship status: complicated you have going on with Mr. Soccer Captain.”

You flush hotly. “There’s no relationship status to be complicated about! Seriously, why does everyone think we’re a thing?”

“You’re cheer captain and he’s soccer captain,” Ryujin answers logically. “Plus, you’re best friends.”

“You have a lot of sexual tension,” Yuna answers honestly.

You make a face, slipping your arms into theirs and pulling them along the sidewalk. You better get something to drink before the sky starts to turn purple from pink tinged blue.

“Ooh, another desperate attempt from (name) to not get teased,” Ryujin leans back to whisper to Yuna.

You stop walking. “Wait. Where are we going?”

Yuna shakes her head. “I’ll lead the way.”

Skipping over the concrete sidewalk, you laugh at your friends and their stories (read: Ryujin gushing over Yeji’s college dance club and Yuna’s newfound crush on Taehyun). The blue sky has tinged orange by now but it’s the sort of colour that sits in between more significant timeframes, like night and evening. Passing by a city square, you eye the people with wonder. A girl in a pink skirt skateboards smoothly over the concrete, her boyfriend filming her with a loving smile.

“We’re here!” Yuna announces.

You look around the large open plaza, with people of all ages and in different attires trying out skateboarding and rollerblading over the grey concrete. It’s been getting popular lately, with idol pop stars taking to it too but you never knew there was this big a community. There seems to be a few stalls renting out skateboards too. The wind caresses your hair, evening cool settling in nicely on your skin. The sky is purple but it’s lit up with the city buildings and street lamps flickering on. It’s not a bad day at all.

Someone catches your attention. A boy that sticks out like a sore thumb everywhere he goes.

“Sungchan?!”

Your eyes somehow always settle on his figure, tall and standing out in the crowd of teenagers. He clutches his blue bag, the one he’s had since third grade, close to his chest and looks more like a tourist in this place than a frequent visitor. He’s not the only one in school uniform now that you’re here.

“(name)!”

You hate how you love the way his face lights up when he sees you. You’re not actually into him. It’s your friends brainwashing you.

“I was going to invite you,” Sungchan says, a sorry smile on his face.

Ryujin and Yuna frown at each other but you can’t exactly ask the reason for it.

“Isn’t it great we had the same plans?” he beams at the three of you.

Yuna suppresses a smile and you wonder why. It’s not like your friends would know he’d be here—you’d know first as best friend.

"How did you guys come across this place?" He asks, eyes round with curiosity.

"Somi's Tiktok," Yuna answers, smiling. "We thought she works here but if she really was, guys would be swarming this place."

Ryujin raises her eyebrows. "Speaking of which, I can clearly see why there are so many girls here."

Sungchan beams, turning to you for affirmation and when you don't give him any, he drops his grin to a more polite smile.

“I don’t work at the stalls though,” he answers. “I’ve just been here a few times.”

“You’re trying to learn, aren’t you?” Ryujin asks, raising an eyebrow.

He nods. However, you furrow your eyebrows at her. How does she know? Eyes widening, you realize it must be the school forum. You remember reading a post about a student wanting to learn skateboarding and the wording felt familiar but you didn’t think much. How they figured it out, you will never know.

“Oh! Oh, I think my nose is bleeding. Oh god.” Yuna sniffs vehemently, her finger at her nose. “I think I’m going to need Ryujin to get me to a clinic.”

Linking her arm through Ryujin’s, Yuna makes an apologetic expression and runs off into a particularly crowded area.

You blink. The realization dawns.

"They just left me," you tell him, exasperated. "How could they just leave me?"

He shrugs. "My team left me at a rival school's field once."

Great. Your last outing before midterms and your friends have abandoned you. If this is the case, you wonder why they complain about you spending so much time with Sungchan and allegedly ignoring them.

You regain a sense of your surroundings and turn to him. "Wait. They really left you?"

He nods diligently, eyes trained upwards as he tries to recall the memory. "I told you, didn’t I? On the plus side though, I made friends with the opposite team."

"That's so… cute."

Your cheeks heat up at saying it out loud. If Sungchan is affected by it in any way, he doesn't show it. Instead, he has his usual smile on.

“Do you wanna try?” he asks. “Skateboarding. Or rollerblading but I personally don’t recommend that.”

He curls his lips, shaking his head slightly. You laugh. Of course this beanpole has trouble balancing on skates.

"I- I figured you'd be good at skateboarding. Since, you know, you're so balanced and all."

You raise an eyebrow. "You wanna add skateboarding to your resume or something?"

"Yeah, that and the ability to imitate dog sounds. Wanna see?"

"No, thanks. I’ll pray this weekend to cure your furry behaviour."

Before he can respond, you’re interrupted by a whirlwind of colours and excited calls. A few girls run up to the two of you, younger and probably in middle school, flocking to Sungchan like bees to honey. Never in your life have you felt so ignored as in this singular moment.

You blink, turning to Sungchan who looks like a rather helpless, flustered eye of the hurricane. The winds don't seem to be stopping any time soon.

You clear your throat trying to get their attention.

"Wow, you brought your girlfriend?" One of the girls exclaims, sounding disappointed.

The other girls make similar whines of disappointment and you have half the heart to whack them over the head and tell them to focus on their academics instead of boys.

"You're so lucky to have him as your boyfriend," a girl comments, round eyes brimming with jealousy.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you declare sharply.

Sungchan looks at you with his doe eyes, blinking cartoonishly. You nudge him with your elbow.

“Yeah!” He agrees, with far too much gusto to be believable. “I’m not (name)’s boyfriend. I have no idea why everyone keeps saying that.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you say, resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at the girls. They’re younger than you and you have high school dignity, you remind yourself.

Slipping your hand into his, you take a few long strides away from them before you realize what you said.

“I- I did- I didn’t mean to call you babe,” you sputter, pulling your hand from his to look at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay though?”

Sungchan raises an eyebrow and slips his hand back into yours, smiling.

“I don’t mind the rumours, you know?” He says honestly but his smile feels all too teasing. “Maybe we should go out for real.”

You huff, separating yourself from him again. “Maybe you just love attention. Disgusting.”

You point an accusatory finger at him and he bites at it playfully.

“While you're here, wanna see a cool trick I learned?" He straightens only having to tilt his head to look at you.

"If it's you falling on your face, then yes."

"I mean, hey, I could totally do that. Done that several times actually."

You smile despite trying your hardest not to. You like this about him—that he’s easygoing enough to make you look at life less seriously. If it’s with him, you could quit everything that makes you unhappy and start everything you love.

“So where is your skateboard?” you ask, walking side by side with him, who has finally learned to match your pace.

“It’s with one of my friends,” he answers, and points to a tall girl with long brown hair, wearing a pair of tomboyish shorts and T-shirt. Another girl with short hair and a bucket hat accompanies her, wearing a long hoodie and shorts, but she leaves before you reach them. They must be from a different school because you’ve never seen them before. The first thing that pops into your head is that they’d be good replacements for your cheerleading position if you were ever to leave. You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“That’s Jimin!” he introduces, and you wonder how he’s this way—how he makes friends so easily.

Jimin waves at Sungchan and then proceeds to ask if you’re his girlfriend with a big smile, like a script being followed everywhere you go.

She seems a little disappointed at the answer. “Well, I was going to suggest one of the couples skateboards.”

You flash her an awkward smile.

“But those are pretty difficult! I’ve been here for a month and my idea of skateboarding is still sitting on it while Soeun pushes me around. That’s my friend, by the way.”

“Ah.” You nod. “This is my first time skateboarding, actually. The only ‘sport’ I’ve ever done is cheerleading.”

Jimin furrows her eyebrows before her eyes widen. “Wait a minute. You’re the cheerleader best friend that Sungchan wouldn’t shut up about!”

Sungchan flusters, in the subtle way he usually does, and waves his hands robotically trying to explain. “I was just saying- that- that you’d be good at skateboarding. Because of the cheerleading.”

A boxy grin accompanies his explanation.

“Right.” Jimin covers her face and sends an obvious wink your way. “Anyway, you can have my skateboard for the day.”

She hands over a smooth black skateboard with white wheels, but on closer inspection you find that they’re light-up wheels instead. It’s oddly fitting for someone like Jimin even if you’ve known her the entirety of ten minutes. Sungchan is good at finding friends, rather. Soon enough, she runs off after making Sungchan promise he’ll deliver the skateboard home.

The trick Sungchan wanted to show you was a failed kickflip. At the very least, it made you laugh so hard you almost spit out the strawberry milk he’d bought you. Sipping his own banana milk, he sulked for a moment or two, telling you to try it out and see how difficult it is.

On the contrary, Sungchan was right. You are good at balancing on skateboards. But that’s where it ends. You don’t think you’ll be naturally good at kickflips, though being able to glide through the plaza while Sungchan runs after you with the drinks puts a big smile on your face. It’s the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Accompanied by Sungchan’s panicked “oh no”s and “oh we messed up”s, the two of you try the couple skateboarding move too; no one’s watching you here. It’s fun to see him stress over a skateboard because frankly, you’ve never met anyone as easy-going as Sungchan. (“I’ll figure it out along the way,” he says when you ask if he’s studying for finals, and proceeds to get a decent enough score). Suddenly the wandering gap is closed again. You’re not going to worry about stupid rumours from now on.

But for some reason, ‘you like him as a friend’ doesn’t sound right either. Despite having said it so many times, you might not believe in it. You shake off the thought. This evening, at least, you’re going to enjoy with Sungchan without thinking of teenage drama and hormones.

"You still don't think you and Sungchan make the perfect pair?" Yuna pouts.

You narrow your eyes. "I don't take opinions from traitors."

Chaeryoung leans back on her chair, and whispers to you asking if you’re okay. At least someone is concerned about you.

“It hurts to be left by my own friends but—”

“No, I meant, are you okay? Why aren’t you dating Sungchan already? You’re so cute together! And you’re best friends—Netflix writers literally daydream of this.”

You groan, throwing up your hands in defeat.

“And,” Yuna adds, knocking her chair closer. “Who’s really the traitor here? Us who ditched you with the love of your life—or you, who runs off every time she gets a call from her boyfriend?”

“Sungchan is not my boyfriend.” You cross your arms.

“She even shares her lunch with him more,” Ryujin complains from the side. “And they’re not even in the same class. Unlike me, by the way. Class 1 Shin Ryujin. Same class as you, (name).”

You slump, resting your forehead against the desk. At this point, you wish the teacher would walk in and start the class already. Unfortunately, lunch break isn’t over for another ten minutes and lady luck clearly isn’t smiling upon you.

“Speak of the devil!” Ryujin announces monotonously, leaning against her desk.

Sungchan and a few of his friends from the soccer team wave at you and the girls from the classroom door. Noticing Taehyun, Yuna quickly fixes her hair and you would tease her if Sungchan hadn’t casually strolled up to your desk and sat down on the chair in front of you. Long legs barely contained in the space, he adjusts himself by resting his arm on the headrest and his chin upon it. It’s all normal. However, when he leans down to match your eye level, you hear the sudden pit-a-pat of your pulse in your ear. At this proximity, you can even see the mole on his lip that he’s pointed out before. The sunlight from the open windows is pulling golden strings over his eyelashes and his lips aren’t dry as a desert like you expected. You know he uses the watermelon flavoured lip balm.

“Too close,” you croak. Embarrassed at your own voice, you rise sharply and glare at him.

“Is your heart fluttering?” Sungchan asks, smiling as he looks up at you.

You roll your eyes.

You can hear Yuna’s giggling and before you can shoot her a glare, Sungchan calls.

"Do you have any bandaids?"

He points to a rough scratch at the base of his palm, fingers slender and less calloused than what you'd pictured. Then again, soccer players don't use their hands much, do they?

You blink. "You came all the way here for bandaids?"

"Well… I remembered you keep band-aids in your phone case. And the nurse hates me."

You giggle.

Yujin mouths from behind Sungchan, “He just wanted to see her.”

You would feel flattered if you didn't know these people and their shenanigans. They'd do anything for some drama (and to get two innocent people into the dating trap).

“Why would I waste my cute band aids on you?” you mutter under your breath. “They’re limited edition, you know?”

No way are you sticking Ice Bear on your urban hazard of a best friend. A tall, cute, surprisingly polite hazard but he still annoys you nonetheless.

However, Sungchan's pleading smile has grown on you.

You reluctantly take the band-aid out of your clear phone case, the pink panda doll attached to it swaying with the movement. Proceeding, you take Sungchan's hand and lay it on your desk. With careful focus, you place the band-aid, admiring the size difference of your hands before snapping to reality.

Enough with the pink cloud of thoughts, you scold yourself.

When you look up, the proximity makes your heart skip a beat despite the logical part of you saying you shouldn't. Your faces are too close and this time, you don't even have the energy to croak it out.

"Thanks, (name)," Sungchan smiles at you.

Right then, the sound of a chair sliding harshly against the floor makes the two of you jolt away from each other. All of your friends and his friends seem to be sporting Cheshire cat grins and you don't like it one bit. You don't like not being in on the gag.

"Anybody up for gaming after this? My treat." Chenle looks around. “Sungchan is banned from the arcade soccer game though.”

"'Ey," Sungchan complains.

"Hey, Jisung and Ryujin are banned from DDR too but that's because they almost broke the handles off last time."

The memory makes you smile. Sungchan was there too, and you don’t know why you’re only just recalling all the memories with him in it, carefully and in detail. Every one of them seems to have been amplified, the little interactions suddenly coming to mind.

“(name)? You’re coming?”

You take one look at Sungchan and give up. Even if this is another childish ploy by your peers, you don't mind spending some more time at the arcade with infuriatingly addictive games. A tiny part of you is even willing to go along with them and see if it turns out the way they want it to.

“I’ll go,” you mumble, and the rest of the group cheers.

“But I have cleaning duty today.”

The group groans.

“Just get someone else to do it. Like a junior.”

“Isn’t that bullying?” You ask, frowning.

“Ask nicely. Anyone would be willing to do your bidding, (name).”

“Chenle, will you do it?” You give him a sickly sweet smile. “You’re class president after all.”

Chenle wrinkles his nose. “You’re getting stupider every day, (name).”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll ask one of Yuna’s classmates then.”

“By the way,” Chenle announces. “Only twelfth graders are invited—”

A bunch of groans interrupt him.

“Quit whining.” He crosses his arms, glaring at them. “What do you even have to worry about? We’re preparing for the exam of our lives. Oh, and Jisung is an exception.”

“We’re only two years apart,” Yuna mutters under her breath.

“Oh, and from class 5, only Sungchan is invited.”

Another round of complaints pass and Chenle breaks into laughter. “Just kidding.”

Your friends are and will always be an odd bunch. Sungchan has previously proved to be the weirdest (several times) and it makes him the most lovable too. But then again, you don’t have free space in your timetable to put in teenage crushes, much less falling for your best friend. What you do have time for this afternoon, however, is relaxing at the arcade.

“Let’s go! I am so good at this. Think I’d impress your Steve Curry?” Ryujun gloats, after having scored three hoops in a row at the arcade basketball game.

“It’s Stephen Curry,” Chenle corrects. “And no, let’s focus here. Our goals are—”

He points to the two figures by the DDR machine, looking like a real couple. He’s been acting as damage control for the rumours and making sure you don’t drift apart because of it. They really don’t make guys like him anymore, Chenle sighs. He should get a friendship award or something.

“—those two.”

Really, Sungchan better be thanking him by the end of this. He’s never met anyone quite like Jung Sungchan, especially because Chenle cannot picture himself liking the same person since elementary school.

“Man, now I wish I had a girlfriend,” Chenle mutters.

Ryujin snorts. “Who’s going to date you?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend either,” Chenle reminds and gets a basketball to the shoulder.

“Why are you playing that when you don’t even know how to use it?” Your voice rings through to them.

“I said I’ll figure it out!” Sungchan reasons.

Chenle and Ryujin stare at the two of you blankly, as you bicker over a claw machine game and they share a look.

“Do they need our help?” Ryujin whispers.

Chenle shakes his head. “I think they’ll figure it out from here.”

Soon enough, you were laughing at Sungchan’s failed attempts and trying to outplay him. Your friends have already given you the shove. Chenle and Ryujin share a high five and that’s where the new story begins.

You finally know the thrill of a teenage crush. It makes you so damn infuriated that it had to be Jung Sungchan.

Now every time he waves at you from the field or hands you a bottle of strawberry milk or explains the calc notes you missed or does the bare minimum, you need to deal with the quickening of your pulse and a few butterflies loose from their cage in your stomach. It doesn’t help that you’re almost always together.

The two of you currently sit by the school field, Sungchan tying his shoelaces while you cool off with the water bottle he offered you. Practice ended a while ago for you and the girls have receded into the air conditioned indoor gym. The indoor gym is apparently occupied by the gymnast club and you couldn’t be more disappointed that you didn’t join them instead.

If anything, however, you’d rather leave this whole thing and focus on your academics. Hobbies shouldn’t be draining you—they should feel like skateboarding on a lilac evening with the wind in your hair.

With a friend you like very, very much.

“Sungchan,” you call quietly.

“Hm?”

When he looks up, you can’t hold in the urge to fix the hair out of his eyes. You’ve never been very physically affectionate so it might have come off strange. Sungchan looks at you quietly, stars in his eyes and you clear your throat.

“How long have you been playing soccer? It was before we met, right?”

He hums, eyes traveling up and then back to you when he remembers. “Since I was six. You were there at my first soccer match actually.”

“I was? Oh my god, was it the one you lost horribly and the whole team started crying?”

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

You giggle. “Six year old you would be so in awe now.”

Sungchan beams at that.

“Who knows?” he smiles, looking into your eyes with firm determination. “Maybe I’ll be the next Son Heungmin.”

“Even I know who that is so… no.”

Sungchan pouts and you make a face in disgust. “Don’t act cute, it gives me hives.”

“Okay, maybe not Son Heungmin. I could definitely be the next Park Jisung—and I don’t mean him.”

Sungchan points to a boy passed out on the benches, his exhaustion typical of any high schooler while another boy sits beside him, fanning him with a bunch of assignment papers. Jisung and Chenle really are more entertaining than any game on this field.

You turn to look at Sungchan, who’s moving his head around trying to catch their attention. When he finally does, he waves at them and gets big grins in response. He’s not all that bad, you think. In fact, he’s quite possibly the most amiable boy in senior year.

“Just be Jung Sungchan,” you mutter. “Not Son Heungmin or Park Jisung.”

Sungchan turns to you, smiling wide. “Advice taken.”

You scoff. “Whatever.”

Maybe it’s just you but Sungchan has been glancing at your lips very frequently today and mentally thank Chaeryoung for letting you borrow her lip tint. You didn’t know something so subtle could get you this giddy.

“Are you… going to give the CSAT?” You ask, glancing at him nervously. Part of you is sad you only developed your first high school crush in the very last semester. Or if it’s comforting, you could believe you’ve liked him all this time.

“Nah. Sports scholarship,” he says nonchalantly. “I was going to tell you but… I’ve been scouted already.”

You gasp. “That’s… great. Your future’s all settled.”

Sungchan seems to dislike the idea, lips pursing. “I don’t think anything’s settled except for the next step.”

You nod, somewhat understanding.

“What about you?” He asks. “Any university in mind? SKY? I’ve seen you study extra hours at the library.”

You look away, not feeling ready for the conversation.

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what I like and what I want. I don’t even like cheer anymore.”

Sungchan gazes at you wordlessly but it’s the most comfortable you’ve felt talking about this.

“Maybe I should quit,” you mumble.

You don’t want to commit to something you no longer have passion for. But then again, you’ve spent so much time on it that it’s hard to leave.

“You should,” he responds, honest.

You scoff, shaking yourself from that moment of vulnerability. “But why would I quit something I’m good at?”

“If you don’t like it. If it hurts to leave but isn’t any better when you stay, you should leave.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re quite the philosopher.”

“I’m smart, right?”

You smile.

“Oy, you two!” Chenle calls, making his way to you two with Jisung trailing behind. “I don’t mean to interrupt your flirting but you got a spare water bottle?”

“Are you two going out now?” Jisung asks as a follow-up, and you feel a hot flush for some reason, unlike the previous times you’ve been asked this question.

“No,” you answer. You don’t mind the idea though now.

“Don’t lie,” Chenle complains. “I saw that picture of Sungchan teaching you how to kick a ball. You? And soccer? Something’s up.”

You throw up your hands in exasperation. “Seriously, who keeps up posting to the school page? And where do they get the time?”

"Two people with this much compatibility will always be a hot topic."

"We're not compatible," you retort quickly.

"Wait," Jisung says. "I know how to resolve this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How do you have your cereal?" He asks, looking from you to Sungchan.

"Cereal first, obviously," you answer.

Sungchan looks up, finger below his chin as he thinks. "I drink the milk first, then eat the cereal and then breakdance to mix it all together."

You pinch your nose. "I swear I question your sanity all the time."

"Hah! That means you're thinking about me all the time."

You look away, rolling your eyes. He responds with an open-mouthed smile and finger guns.

"See?" Jisung grins. "Compatible."

The gruff voice of Coach Lee startles the four of you and Sungchan leaves with a sigh and a promise of meeting after practice. Jisung leaves with Sungchan and Chenle gives you one last teasing smirk before sitting down and going through the assignment papers he was using as a fan previously. You will never understand his miraculous ways of performing his presidential duties.

You don’t have a good feeling about the next match. The only reason you’re even sticking around anymore—as embarrassing as it—is to spend more time with Sungchan. Being with him puts you at ease, even if the school tries to wrap the two of you in a rope of uneasiness. This is your very last practice, for the next match is the final one of this year and then you’ll be back to spending even longer hours at the library with a stack of textbooks. It’s supposed to be a carefree age. At least, adults say that. Your high school life seems to be riddled with worries, and with that thought, you head into the air conditioned room to take a breather off your anxieties.

Only one more match, you remind yourself.

The pre-match buzz is driving you to the edge.

Your form is off, you can feel it already and Coach Kim isn’t as sunshine-as-rainbows as she usually is, courtesy to it being the last match of your life. She’ll never know though, how much you don’t want to do this.

Sungchan waves at you as he usually does before a match, disappointing a third of his fangirls, but it helps you ease. One last time, (name).

Watching the crowd of people, parents and siblings and friends, all excited and talking makes you take a deep breath. You practiced but it wasn’t good enough. You can never do well at something you don’t like anymore. This time, you feel guilty for committing to things half-heartedly. You want to start that fresh new college chapter already, with all of this behind.

There’s ten minutes left. You go back to the empty hall outside the lockers only to pace. This isn’t helping.

“(name)!”

You turn around abruptly to find Sungchan’s tall figure, and you must be looking miserable because his smile falls.

He doesn’t even ask what’s wrong, only takes careful steps towards you. “Do you need water? Medicine?”

His hands hover over your shoulder but he doesn’t burden you with them. You put your face in your palms and sigh, sinking down to the floor in a crouch.

“I want to quit,” you whisper. Your voice comes off more brittle than you’d like, and you realize that Sungchan hasn’t seen you cry since seventh grade when you failed a math test. You didn’t tell him then but you appreciated him studying extra hours for math just to teach you.

“You don’t have to go out there if you don’t want to,” he says quietly, dropping to the floor beside you. “I’ll stay with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded. “Don’t be ridiculous! They’ll lose without you—you’re the ace, Sungchan!”

“There will always be an ace,” he retorts. “Maybe Jisung will finally get to shine. Or anyone else. I don’t mind spending an hour with you alone.”

You feel a hot flush spread over your cheeks. Looking away to the side, you mumble an ‘alright’ and only glance from the corner of your eye to see him smiling. Jung Sungchan is the most unreasonable boy you’ve ever met. Perhaps it makes him somewhat loveable too.

“It’s your last match,” you whisper helplessly.

“I’ll join the college soccer club and get to play more matches.”

You sigh, giving in. If he’s so adamant, you think that perhaps there is something in you worth sacrificing his game over. It makes an oddly warm feeling bloom in your chest. Sungchan is so damn convincing with his words. You wonder if it’s really okay.

With shoulders touching, an awkward silence takes over in the next second. You turn to him and open your mouth, watch him do the same and close it at the same time he does.

“You know,” he begins, “I was kind of lying about not worrying because I get the feeling coach will evaporate me tomorrow but—I can handle it. Mostly.”

You stare at him with wide, worried eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Sungchan. I’m the one running away.”

You slouch, pulling your knees closer to your chest and burying your face in them. The urge to scream is boiling within you but you can’t get caught. Not now.

“Sometimes to run is the brave thing,” he responds, insightful. “If you’re not up for it, it’s better to quit early than to regret it in the long run.”

You don’t know if it’s the fact that he just quoted Taylor Swift or spoke like your old school counselor—but you find yourself laughing. He makes sense. Sungchan, in his weird, oddball ways, always makes sense. And in that same way, he feels like home.

“You’re so good to me,” you say, looking up at him and at a proximity you’ve never been before.

It’s his turn to fluster, though he doesn’t do so as visibly as you do. He clears his throat, shifting his eyes around before meeting yours. “I- This is bad timing but… I like you. I really do. Since third grade when you drew that birthday card for me. I have it in my bedside drawer, by the way.”

He looks away and makes a face, probably wondering why he said that out loud.

You press your lips tight to prevent the smile that tugs at them. He looks at you with a wobbly smile, trying his hardest to resume his usual dignity—but he’s just a boy, after all.

“My type is dumb and pretty, though?” You tease, the smile escaping. “You said it yourself.”

He blinks. “Well, I am pretty but if you want me to be stu—”

You shake your head. “I like you too. You don’t have to act cute.”

He pauses, thinking. “I have never acted cute in my life ever. I was born cu—”

You hold his face between your thumb and forefinger. “You do that again and you die.”

He breaks into a smile.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you,” you whisper, embarrassed of your own feelings bubbling up from the bottle you had kept them in.

He laughs, open-mouthed and pretty.

“Actually, hey, I didn’t like you all this time from fifth. I liked you and then I didn’t like you and then I liked you again—”

“Okay, I get it.”

His shoulders relax and he smiles at you. You look up at the clock on the wall by the entrance to the field and bite your lip. You don’t love performing anymore but you know all the girls do, even the stand-bys. Jisung might not have to take over Sungchan’s position but you bet one of those tenth graders would love to take yours, the same way you did back then. They’ve practiced harder than you too and it’s only a matter of deserving.

You take a deep breath and get up, pulling up Sungchan by the hand. He raises an eyebrow, inquisitive eyes scanning over your face and you smile at him, strengthening your resolve. You should have done this way sooner.

Sungchan plays. You don’t let him sit it out with you.

Halfway through, you cheer the hardest you ever have, plastic decorative gemstones stuck by your eyes borrowed from the other girls cheering. It’s much more fun, you think. You’ve never experienced soccer like this. You’d love to sit at stadiums and join in victory chants. There’s enough weight off your chest to yell your lungs out.

Sungchan scores a goal almost immediately after and sends a thumbs up over to you. You laugh. This is the best break you’ve ever taken from cheerleading.

“Ooh, is this perhaps the (name) effect?” Chenle’s voice rings through the speakers and you feel yourself shrink slightly under the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see your homeroom teacher signal very angrily to the commentator box. You shake yourself off it. So what if everyone’s looking?

Sungchan places his hands on his hips, chest heaving and sends another signal to you before beelining for a straight goal. You whoop and the girl with a notebook beside you is visibly annoyed at this point but you don’t care.

Without doubt, your school wins and you watch as Sungchan runs to his team, a big smile on his face. The second he’s done getting pet by the team, however, he rushes to the bleachers, skipping over the steps to you, panting when he stops. The risk he took was definitely not calculated. He holds up one finger while he heaves.

“My cheering worked best this time, it seems,” you say to him, laughing.

His face is flushed from the exertion but he laughs heartily. “You could be yelling profanity at me and it’d still encourage me.”

You shake your head at the cheesy line. He takes a step forward, well inside your space but you don’t mind. He leans in.

“Everyone is looking at us,” he says under his breath. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

You look behind him to find the whole team, along with your girls sharing furtive glances and giggling at the sight of the two of you. A few of the junior girls slap each other’s arms, bouncing on the balls of their feet in excitement. You’re not a celebrity. But everyone wants to cheer things on once in a while, don’t they?

“Good,” you answer, before pulling him by the shirt into a chaste kiss. When you pull apart, Sungchan’s face is so struck with awe that you want to look away but instead you bite back an obvious smile. It’s about damn time, someone from the soccer team yells.

“Woah. I think I scored a goal either way,” he says, an offbeat smile on his face.

“Oh come on, we didn’t even get to chant ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ yet—oh shit, the mic’s on.”

Chenle is definitely getting an earful from your teacher after this. The two of you wave at him at the box and end up laughing at him trying to hide behind the desk.

As expected, the whole crowd surrounds the two of you in less than a minute’s worth of time, with several congratulations and “good score” offered to the two of you. The boys mess up Sungchan’s hair while the girls compliment you on how cute a couple you are. There’s also the question of when you started dating that pauses the buzz and makes everyone look to the two of you for an answer. Sungchan turns to you and you turn to him, and there’s no way you’ll tell half the school that your confession came in a private hallway outside the field—teenage imaginations run wild.

Instead, you slip your hand into Sungchan’s and run down the bleachers and towards the exit, laughter spilling from your lips. There’s only one place you can think of going to spend a cool blue late afternoon with.

“Skate plaza?” He asks.

“Skate plaza,” you answer.

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