and my little island is a love letter to all those stories i wished to exist but didn't. i hope you find something you enjoy and that you're encouraged to sail with me around this place of endless stories.
about me !!
twenty two | infp | libra | she!her
nobody calls me ana. i speak spanish, english is my second language. i'm usually invisible on social media. i love music and formula one. i've been writing for a long, looong time, but i never share it. industrial design student.
i'm starting this blog because i like my bedtime stories, and it's been a while since i noticed a good lack of fics on specific characters i like— someone had to take it in their hands. and i'll be one of them.
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i don't have a specific list of characters i'd love to write for, yet.
however, to give you a vague idea of what i'm interested in, i'll leave a list. please, feel free to check it out and request something that resonates with what you'd like to read. and feel free to make suggestions. this is a safe space.
━━━ kdramas !!
ଳ weak hero class 1 & 2
ଳ moving
ଳ the uncanny counter
ଳ study group
ଳ twinkling watermelon
ଳ happiness
ଳ one: high school heroes
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i write for me, for fun, por amor al arte. and this is my first time doing this, so please be kind. please, please.
۶ৎ be kind, be nice. be comforting.
this blog do not support actions against humanity— here racism, hate towards the LGBTQ+ community, hate towards women, is NOT tolerated.
it's not that you hated him, no. but that cocky smile pissed you off so much.
tw: suggestive— mentions of violence, blood. cursing. tension, an 'almost' kiss.
wc: 1.5k
note: english is not my first language. I apologize in advance for any grammar or vocabulary mistakes. no caps intended.
it was the first time she encountered a boy like him—quiet, twisted to the core with the soul slightly tainted. he caught her attention by chance, with a borrowed mechanical pencil that he ended up never returning. her eyes were glued to the back of his head after that, as if drilling a hole into his skull was her onliest purpose inside that loathsome building.
the mid-day sunlight was already overheating the upper floor classrooms. a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead forced her to reluctantly get up to freshen up. dragging her feet down the corridor she turned left in direction to the bathroom.
“thank you again, see you tomorrow.” a boy bolted from the scene, almost making her trip. euigyeom—the transferred student. he didn't bother to look at her, he just ran swiftly towards the stairs and disappeared among some students.
she snorted, “where are the manners these days? geez.” her gaze returned to the front, meeting none other than kang yoonki. his crooked smile failed to distract her from the enormous red stain on his collar. with her hands up in the air, she spoke again. “i'm not going to ask. but move, you're in my way.”
he chuckled, “didn't know you were that bold.”
“i’m not. now move.” she took two steps forward, waiting for him to move away from the door.
for her pleasant surprise, he did.
though the second she took the handle, he stopped her. “i hope this doesn't get out of here… it wouldn't be good for euigyeom.”
“whatever the hell you want to hide is none of my business, don't try to threaten me like that.” she said, opening the door to leave him and his mouthful nonsense behind.
“i'm not trying to threaten you,” he sneered. “i'm asking for a favor.”
“i don't care.”
but she kept the secret to herself.
for days, their interaction ceased to mere fleeting glances. curious looks shared from across the classroom. it didn't bother her until he started to smile—mocking, soft, distracting.
“knock it off, yoonki.” her hand clasped around his wrist once during lunchtime.
he didn't say anything.
there was a weird vibe between them, and she had tested it by guiding him without uttering a single word. she moved around the building while glancing over her shoulder, waiting for his figure to trail her silent steps.
an empty room awaited at the end of the dark corridor. he grinned after closing the door behind him. there was something in his eyes that she couldn't name, and as he walked closer to the table she was leaning on, she caught her breath like an anchor to the mortal world.
“do you want something from me or what?” he checked out her whole face slowly, so slowly she was able to count the blinking with one hand. “hmm?”
she shrugged, shook her head to deny any possible answer.
“i want you to leave me alone, kang yoonki.” his name slipped like a river down soft rocks; just the sound escaping from her lips was enough to clean his most profound sins, his deepest desires of revenge, of violent rawness stained with warm maroon. “i need you to stop. i kept your secret, i’ll keep it. but, please, you're exhausting me.”
he tilted his head to the side, chuckling with indifference. “i'm not doing anything to you. in fact—” it only took one finger to push her gently to sit on the table. “you are the one responsible. i’m here only because you wanted me to… or was i mistaken?”
she couldn't answer.
but he was right.
there was a special kind of craving she had, a series of what-if’s that wandered through her mind endlessly. having him face to face, and so close to her own body, was a game she wasn't interested in. even with her knees almost touching his legs. even with his hands reaching out to graze her shoulders.
“just stop it. i cannot concentrate with you looking at me like that.” she insisted. her senses finally appeared by making her walk to the door, as far as possible from his tall figure.
yoonki’s laugh was the only thing heard for a couple of seconds.
“so you have a crush on me… and you're blaming me for it? come on, y/n, don't be—.”
the door slammed behind her.
it became a habit to completely ignore his presence; somehow it was easy, as he disappeared with euigyeom all the time, those two were suddenly glued by the hip. there was no need for external distractions, so she was okay with him being as far as possible.
or that's how she momentarily tricked her mind to think, because the second she saw that video her heart fell to her stomach and she felt nauseous.
there was so much blood, so much pain.
two masked guys were beating up bullies. and it was vile, uncontrolled.
she was able to recognise them quickly—she knew that stupid laugh. and using common sense, the other one was the quiet transferred boy.
when the final bell rang she followed him home. silently walking behind, trailing his steps just like he did with her days before.
“yah! kang yoonki!” she finally said once they were far enough from school.
“didn’t know you were the stalker kind, i'm surprised.” he kept his pace steady, one foot after the other without waiting for the girl chanting his name. “what do you want?”
she scoffed, running until her right hand clasped the fabric of his uniform jacket, forcing him to stop. “it’s you, isn't it?”
he adjusted his glasses and nodded, “you're butting in something that's none of your business.”
her heart raced, “but you're not denying it.”
yoonki was known for being an instigator. he was at every fight that took place inside school, he knew the bullies by name. his mind was a corrupted mystery full of depraved ideas no-one but him seemed to understand.
“you're forcing me to ask you for another favor then.” he stated, reaching for the hand stopping his departure.
she remembered vividly a second of the video, a kick so powered by rage it sent the receiver flying until they slammed against the wall. she shook her head, and before he could say anything else she used her entire strength to push him to an empty alley.
“are you out of your mind? what the fuck are you doing?” his back hit the wall with a cold thud.
“stop it, yoonki.” her eyes carried a plea, a begging tone of emotions blurring her common sense. “what you're doing is dangerous. you're just two, they have entire gangs jumping people around.”
and there it was, that cocky grin.
anger wasn't even enough to describe the bubbling feeling inside her chest. her hands clasped around the collar of his jacket were shaking and cold from the adrenaline pumping through her whole body. his smug little smile creeped his face as he licked his lower lip and leaned towards her.
she pushed him to the wall again.
“stop that,” he declared. trapping her hands inside one of his own. “why are you angry? it's not that you're involved in all of this madness.”
she exhaled deeply, struggling to free one of her hands. soon she brought it to his side, pressing firmly where the blow of the kick would be. he groaned and bent over from the pain of the moment.
“are you fucking insane?” his eyes were fully focused on her now, cursing to the fact he had overlooked her to be part of his team. “euigyeom knows how to throw punches, yes. that doesn't give you the right to use it to your advantage. you're going to get both of you killed. is that what you want? huh?”
he stayed quiet so she pressed his side once again, gaining another pained moan.
and he laughed.
“are you laughing? really?”
“yes, i am.”
she moved her hands completely away from him, but took two steps forward to fully pin him against the wall.
a quick electric shock ran down his spine, the pit of his stomach tickled when he caught the smell of her shampoo. grapefruit. everything was silent as she checked his face for traces of the fight that took place the night before. the world moved slower when she was close to him.
“what are you doing now?” his voice was quiet, fearing that if he talked louder she would leave him behind.
“i don't want you to die,” she mumbled.
the fights. the bruises. the blood. nothing scared her more than the thought of him fading forever.
and she hated that with her whole being.
kang yoonki wasn't driven by love, but loyalty. it was easy for confusion to settle in as their noses gently brushed. he closed his eyes tightly when he felt her breath against his lips.
he waited for something to happen. he wished for something to happen as his hands grazed her elbows and he leaned in just a little bit more. and something did happen, but not exactly what he wanted from that moment of lack of restraint. their lips touched slightly, so slightly that it almost went unnoticed.
but she backed off and took some distance.
he snorted, reluctantly opening his eyes.
“help me out then.” she looked at him quite annoyed. “if you don't want me to die then help me.”
