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cigarettesaftersae · 6 months ago

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02 i'll like you - My World

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

new year, new classes, and reo mikage, a disgrace to your pride and ego

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The air was still, save for the faint wisp of a breeze that whispered through the schoolyard. A quiet hum of chatter filled the space as you stood there, unnoticed by the others.

“Nagi Seishiro? Oh, you mean that kid with the white hair?”

“The one who’s always sleeping?”

“Yeah. I heard he just games all the time. Kinda a bum, don’t you think?”

Their words floated around you, but your mind raced faster than you could process. You stood frozen, the sting of their judgment hitting harder than expected. Images swirled in your mind, fragments of thoughts and feelings painting a confusing picture.

“…Y/N? Don’t tell me you zoned out again?”

“H-huh? No, no! I didn’t!” you stammered, trying to collect yourself. “I just… didn’t expect him. So, what do you like about him?”

The question slipped out before you could stop it, but deep down, you already knew the answer wasn’t going to be easy to hear. Your heart clenched, the faint ache of something unspoken making it hard to breathe.

“Well…” Yuna began, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. “I was at the convenience store, and, um, I didn’t bring enough money. He just paid for my things. He was so nice and generous. I know everyone thinks he’s lazy, but… it’s like love at first sight.”

Your stomach sank, but you pushed it aside. Smiling brightly, you grabbed Yuna’s hand in encouragement. “That’s… That’s wonderful, Yuna!”

“R-really?” she asked, her own smile widening.

“Of course!” you assured her.

Yuna’s excitement only grew. “Well, in that case… do you like anyone? Come on, there has to be someone!”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “Pfft, as if. I don’t like anyone.”

“Oh, I know that look,” Yuna teased, her curiosity piqued. “Tell us!”

Mira joined in, grinning slyly. “Come on, spill it!”

Cornered, you blurted out, “Uh… um, it’s Reo Mikage! You know, purple hair, charming…?” He is not charming at all.

Mira raised an eyebrow. “The Mikage kid, huh? Not a bad pick, but, uh, you do realize every girl is after him, right? And Naomi? She’s all over him.”

“Haha… yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, hoping the topic would drop quickly. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on your chest.

Back in class, you barely paid attention as the teacher droned on. You twirled a pen between your fingers, staring at nothing, stressed about everything—Nagi, Yuna. It was all too much.

“Psst.” A folded note slid onto your desk. Opening it, you read the bold, red-inked scrawl: Y/N, I NEED YOUR HELP!!! – YUNA :P

Suppressing a laugh, you glanced up to see Yuna giving you her best pleading expression. The amusement didn’t last.

“Is something funny, Y/N?” the teacher’s voice cut through the air. You jumped. “Maybe you’d like to share with the class?”

“Uh—no, sir. Nothing’s funny.”

“Then you must be paying excellent attention. What’s the formula for this problem right here?”

Panic rose. You didn’t recognize it—despite studying all night. Just as you were about to crumble, a voice chimed in.

“It’s the quadratic formula: ax² + bx + c = 0.”

You turned to see none other than Reo Mikage, his smug expression making your blood boil.

“Thank you, Y/N,” the teacher said sarcastically, emphasizing your name in a way that only made you cringe further.

Later, you groaned in frustration as Yuna tried to apologize. “If you hadn’t passed that note, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she laughed. “How was I supposed to know the teacher was lurking?”

“It’s whatever,” you sighed. “What did you need help with, anyway?”

“The quadratic formula,” she teased, stifling a giggle.

You glared at her. “I swear…”

“Okay, okay! Joking! But, um, actually… I want to join the game club. You know, since Nagi’s in it.”

Your silence stretched for a moment. “Do you even play games?”

“Uh… I played Roblox with my little cousin once?”

You buried your face in your hands. “You’re joining because of Nagi.”

“Maybe. Okay, yes! I can’t help it!”

Sighing deeply, you relented. “Only because I love you. Fine. I’ll help.”

Yuna squealed, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re the best! Can we start today?”

With the last class ending, unlike walking home with Yuna or staying after school for club activities, you’re staying after school for club activities WITH Yuna to help her out with your crush. And that was how you found yourself dragging Yuna to the club after school. You open the door to the club room, filled with tables of ongoing rows of computers, outlets here and there, some members playing League, and most importantly, there was no Nagi Seishiro. Which kind of made you sigh in relief.

“He’s not here…” Yuna mumbled, disappointed.

“He sometimes comes late,” you offered, trying to cheer her up. “Come on, let’s meet the co-leader so you can join.”

Sitting through her interview was an experience. The co-leader, a stereotypical nerd with thick glasses and a bowl cut, “Now last question, d-do you play genshin impa-”

“Do not finish that question.” You warn. “And Yuna don’t even answer it.”

“Isn’t it that one cool Chinese game?”

“Ah! so you know about it” He excites

“I just told you not to finish that question,” you grumbled as he lit up at Yuna’s response.

Before the conversation could spiral further, the door creaked open. Both you and Yuna turned instinctively. There he was—Nagi Seishiro, focused on his phone, his white hair catching the dim light.

Yuna’s eyes sparkled, but yours darkened as you spotted someone following behind him. Reo.

When had they even become friends? And why did it feel like your entire world was slowly unraveling?

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sergiosimptellitto · 23 days ago

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Stars are meant to burn

Chapter 8: Sandra, Bellísima!

She waltzes in like she owns the marble floor beneath her kitten heels. Blonde, smooth-voiced, carrying the scent of expensive something-or-other. She kisses both of Bellastella’s cheeks and calls him Toti, and somehow—despite everything—you don’t want to throw her off the balcony.

Because she’s… nice. Alarmingly nice. And stupidly pretty. But not in that icy, distant, smug kind of way. No, she’s a doll—soft around the eyes, dress in pastel pink, lipstick to match, the kind of woman who giggles at things you wish you could hate her for.

“I love your dress, by the way,” you say, not quite meaning to, but also meaning it completely.

She stops mid-sentence, eyes lighting up. “You do?” she beams, twirling on the spot like a five-year-old at a birthday party. “It has pockets!”

She is delighted. Not pretending, not fishing—just genuinely thrilled. You can’t help but smile, even as your heart folds itself like origami in your chest.

No wonder why Bellastella loves her. If you were him, you probably would too.

She sits on his desk like it’s hers, flipping through files and nibbling on a biscuit she brought from somewhere in Trastevere, chatting with the ease of someone who’s belonged in his life for years.

You sip your espresso slowly. Watch them laugh. Something tugs, slow and strange, in your ribs.

She turns to you suddenly. “Do you want one? They have pistachio filling.”

You take it. Because she offered, and because you can’t quite decide if you’re more charmed or disarmed by her.

Bellastella catches your gaze over her shoulder. Smirks.

God, of course he knows.

After the meeting sandra leaves and Bellastella stay. "Beautiful, her body is a ten, but the face...the face is not too pretty...far too bony for my taste. Seven out of ten, but then again not everybody...-"

He keeps yapping and you are indigned, and humiliated, if a literal model is not enough for this man's taste then where does that leaves me? Damaged hair, my skin is not clear, my stomach is not flat and my lips are not plump.

Who does he think he is? Sandra is gorgeous, and she is one of the kindest people I have met

Bellastella is mid-sentence, still lazily rating people like he’s flipping through a catalogue—one leg crossed over the other, swirling his espresso as if he’s some sort of Roman god of terrible opinions.

“…but hey, at least she is kind enough, although she’s not gorgeous—”

“What do you mean by that?” Your voice is sharp. Not loud, but sharp, honed like a blade.

He blinks. His mouth is still slightly open from the previous syllable. “What do I—?”

You don’t wait. “Sandra is gorgeous. She’s lovely, thoughtful, warm, and beautiful. If that’s not enough for you, what is?”

He blinks at you in that maddeningly slow, vaguely feline way he does when he’s caught off guard—but not too off guard. You see the glimmer of a grin already forming at the corner of his mouth, smug and stupid and unbearably Bellastella.

“Ah…” he says, drawing the sound out like a stretch. “I get it now.”

You narrow your eyes. “Get what?”

He leans back in his chair, hands folding behind his head in that posture of princely self-satisfaction. “You like Sandra. Want me to hook you up? She’s into girls, you know.”

You stare.

He beams, proud of himself like he just solved the quadratic formula with finger paint.

“I could put in a good word,” he offers, like a benevolent idiot. “You’d make a sweet couple. She’d soften you up, maybe get you to wear a bit more color. I can already picture it—matching sundresses, giggling at farmer’s markets…”

“You imbecile,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“No need to thank me!” he says cheerfully. “I’m always here for your sexual awakening.”

You look at him like you’re mentally stabbing him in the shin with a fork. “You think this is about Sandra?”

He pauses, reading your expression like it’s a puzzle. Then, slowly, uncertainly, “It’s not?”

“No,” you snap. “It’s about you. And how you speak about women like you’re grading cattle.”

He looks legitimately puzzled now—offended, even. “But I said she was kind!”

“Oh, congratulations, give the man a Nobel.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, lifting his hands in surrender. “Note taken. Less cataloguing. No matchmaking. And—just to be clear—you’re not into Sandra?”

“Get out,” you say.

“I work here—”

“Out.

He goes back to his office and you begin doing yet another draft.

You sit back at your desk, the computer screen casting a dull glow on your face as you pretend to work, but your brain is still stuck somewhere between he’s an idiot and he’s hot. Which is unfair. Unjust. Unreasonable.

You think, begrudgingly: Bellastella is objectively beautiful. Like, sculpted-by-drunken-angels beautiful. It’s annoying. Even his bad posture is charismatic. Even the way he mangles syntax when he’s flustered is…endearing.

He’s also dumb. A manchild. Emotionally stunted with the maturity of an overgrown frat boy.

You sigh through your nose and pull your cardigan tighter. Why are those things not mutually exclusive?

Just then, Sandra glides in, perfectly lovely in a pink sundress that shouldn’t look as elegant in a law office as it does on her. Her curls bounce as she walks. She spots you and smiles—one of those real, from-the-gut smiles that lights up her whole face.

“There you are!” she chirps. “I forgot my sunglasses.”

You gesture vaguely to the side table. “Still there. Not stolen yet.”

She laughs, picks them up, then pauses, glancing toward Bellastella’s closed office door. “He’s in?”

You nod. “On a call, I think.”

Sandra lingers, fiddling with her sunglasses, then looks at you. “You know… you’re the first woman I’ve seen last this long around him.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Lucky me?”

She grins. “No, I mean it. He cycles through people like shoes, but you—you’re always here. He even talks about you, you know?”

You freeze. “What.”

“Oh, yeah,” she says, casually. “He mentioned your degrees, how you seem to know everything about politics. He said you did a thesis on something too smart for him to even pronounce. Honestly, maybe he kept you because you’re his most prepared woman so far!”

She says it with genuine kindness, not realizing how deeply it punches you in the gut.

You force a laugh. “Oh. Great. I’m…efficient.”

Sandra touches your arm lightly, unaware of the slow-burning humiliation behind your eyes. “Don’t look so serious. That’s a good thing. He likes sharp women.”

You want to say I am not one of his women. You want to ask Do you think that’s why he tolerates me—because I’m competent? Not lovely, not soft, not cherished. Just…useful. A résumé.

But you don’t say anything. You just smile.

And as Sandra waves and exits, you sit there, wondering how someone could be so stupid, so shallow, and so heartbreakingly gorgeous.

At the end of the day Bellastella appears at your desk with two takeout boxes and a smug little smile.

You nod, unconvinced.

“I figured you wouldn’t have eaten. Come, we dine like gods—well, like overworked gods with too many deadlines.”

You eye the food, then him. “Is this a bribe?”

“Not a bribe. A… generous offer from a charming man to a brilliant woman.”

You take the takeout box he offers, but fix him with a flat look. “What did you break?”

“Why must you always assume the worst of me?”

“Because I’ve met you.”

“Touché,” he says with a lopsided grin. “But no, nothing’s broken. Can’t a man appreciate his assistant?”

You arch a brow. “Is that the title we’re going for now?”

“Well, after being my intern and then unofficial Bellastella, I believe that ‘assistant’ is quite the nice change…”

You nod slowly, unconvinced. “Still sounds like you broke something.”

“Just your defenses, bella mia,” he says, dramatically clutching his chest. “Every day, chip by chip.”

You don’t dignify that with a response, already stabbing your fork into the noodles.

“Admit it, I’m growing on you.”

“I’ve had mold grow on me faster.”

“And yet here you are, accepting my food, keeping me company… Like a woman hopelessly falling for me.”

You make a dramatic gagging sound.

He grins. But behind the usual teasing, there’s something more pointed in the way he watches you—like he’s waiting.

You look away. Keep eating. If he’s looking for a sign, he won’t find it tonight.

But you both know you didn’t say no.

You know that stare, the one he makes when the waiter is about to serve his alfredo pasta, the one he does when he is about to close a deal or when he finds out about a new possible client.

A gaze that is not appreciative, nor caring.

It is hungry.

Consuming.

And you are the object.

Seconds later, the click-click of polished loafers on marble floor signals his arrival—Bellastella, of course, strutting in like a man who has never been denied anything in his life, in a navy suit so sharp it might cut open your inbox and answer half your emails.

“Ah! There she is—la mia regina del caos ben organizzato!”

(My queen of well-organized chaos!)

Barbara barely suppresses a smirk. You can feel her watching you.

Bellastella stops by your desk and leans his elbow on the divider like he’s posing for a magazine cover no one asked for.

“What are you doing this Saturday?”

You glance up. “I don’t know. Probably working through the documents you were supposed to file.”

“Perfect!” he beams. “Cancel all that—I’m taking you to the gala.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“The Milan Arbitration Society Gala. Black tie, Champagne, a rooftop view of a morally bankrupt city. Glorious. You’ll love it.”

You glance at Barbara, who lifts both brows with theatrical subtlety.

“Why me?”

“Because I can’t show up with someone who doesn’t know the difference between res judicata and risotto. And because you, my dear, look devastating in navy. Which is the theme.”

You cross your arms. “I haven’t said yes.”

“Which is why I’m being charming.” He straightens his lapel. “And persistent.”

“Bellastella—”

“You may call it manipulation, I call it logistics.” He leans in slightly, tone mock-conspiratorial. “Besides, it’ll be fun. I’ll behave. Promise. Just don’t leave me alone with the real estate lawyers—last time they tried to sell me a vineyard.”

Barbara chokes back a laugh.

You sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ve already put your name on the guest list.”

“Of course you have.”

He grins. “Black tie. Seven sharp. And if you do decide to come, wear the navy dress. The one with the high neckline and the war-declaring sleeves.”

You don’t respond. He leaves, whistling.

Barbara leans in as soon as he’s gone.

“Step four. Public appearances.”

You glare at her. She wiggles her eyebrows.

And you… sigh.

Because you do have a navy dress.

And the sleeves do feel a little like armor.

Barbara leans on your desk like she always does—hip cocked, mischief in her eyes, chewing the arm of her glasses like she’s about to drop scandal.

“So,” she says, sing-song, “how’s lunch with the bossman going?”

You sigh, not looking up from your screen. “It’s lunch, Barbara. He brought noodles. That’s it.”

“Mhm. That’s how it always starts.”

You glance at her. She’s got that knowing look again.

“First, it’s food. Then it’s noticing your earrings. Then a joke about your laugh. A gift, probably too expensive. Then suddenly you’re the face of some new initiative, going to evening galas, shaking hands with ministers…”

You blink. “That’s oddly specific.”

“Because it’s the Bellastella protocol.” She grins. “Preliminaries. I’ve seen it play out like a sequence. He’s practically got a template. You? You’re at the ‘eating regularly’ phase. That’s, like, step three.”

“Step three of what?”

“Of conquest.” She lowers her voice dramatically. “The kind that ends with designer handbags and tax-deductible romantic escapades.”

You open your mouth to argue, but she lifts a hand.

“Oh no, don’t even try. Remember Anna in PR? Got a paid trip to Courmayeur for helping draft a newsletter. Lucia from admin? Woke up one day with the keys to a rented car because her commute was ‘too much stress.’ Even Sofia—”

“The Sofia?”

“The Sofia,” she confirms with a nod. “Said she thought he was mentoring her. Then boom—necklace. Boom—spa voucher. Boom—apartment.”

You frown. “And what happened after?”

Barbara shrugs. “Depends. Some get tired of it. Some get bored. Some just… vanish. But no one lasts.”

She eyes you seriously now.

“Don’t be flattered, if that’s where your head’s going. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re not stupid enough to think you’re the first.”

You scoff. “Thanks.”

“I’m saying—just because he’s attentive doesn’t mean it’s personal. For him, it’s a rhythm. And when the music stops…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. She doesn’t need to.

You already know the rest.

The ballroom is a chandelier-lit spectacle of satin and pearls. Waiters sweep through with silver trays, violins hum from the corner, and the air smells of perfume and polished power. You shouldn’t be here. You’re not one of them.

But you are—at least tonight. Your dress is tasteful but striking, cinched at the waist with a clever seam that suggests more than it reveals. Heels that you hate but walk in anyway. Hair smooth, makeup minimal but lethal.

You feel eyes on you the moment you step in.

But not just any eyes.

His.

Bellastella is across the room, caught mid-laugh in a circle of overgroomed financiers and women whose faces all look vaguely sculpted. His tuxedo is sharp, shirt slightly undone like he didn’t even try, but of course he did. He looks like money. He always does.

And he is looking at you.

Not with surprise. Not with admiration.

No, he’s scanning you. From the curve of your shoulder to the way your dress hugs your hips to the red on your lips—he’s assessing, cataloguing, as if you’re one more beautiful item on a very expensive menu. You’ve seen him do this before. With women in tighter dresses and higher voices.

He tilts his head, takes a slow sip of his drink, and excuses himself from his company. Just like that.

He beelines for you.

“Dio,” he says once he’s close enough to drown you in the smell of amber and vetiver, “I thought I recognized that very serious little frown. And then I realized it was just you in a dress.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Nice to see your charm is still on autopilot.”

“No charm,” he says, leaning in just a fraction. “I’m sincerely dazzled. You look... like trouble.”

“I’m working,” you remind him, gripping your clutch a little tighter. “This is still work.”

“Is it? I was told it was a celebration. You should have warned me. I would have brought champagne and—” he pauses, eyes dipping again, “—a bodyguard.”

You laugh once, dry. “Because you think I’d need protection from men like you?”

“No, no,” he says with a lopsided smile. “Because men like me need protection from women like you.”

There it is. The tone. That curated Bellastella flirtation, smooth as silk and twice as shallow. Except now it’s pointed at you. And it makes your skin crawl—not because it’s wrong, but because it feels like theft. Like he’s stolen a trick he used on dozens of others and is trying it out on you. As if you’re interchangeable.

You glance at him coolly. “Did you lose a bet?”

“Hmm?”

“That’s the only reason I can imagine you talking to your employee at a gala like this.”

He raises a hand, mock-wounded. “Why so hostile, dottoressa? I’m only trying to appreciate beauty when I see it.”

“Appreciate it quietly, then,” you murmur. “Like art in a museum. No touching.”

He smiles—something sharper in it now. “You think I go around touching the art?”

“I think you’re not used to the paintings talking back.”

He laughs, genuinely this time. “Touché.”

You turn, prepared to walk away. But his voice follows you, low and light:

“Be careful, bella. If you keep outwitting me like this, I might fall in love.”

You don’t look back. But your stomach knots all the same. Because when Bellastella says things like that, it’s supposed to mean nothing.

And yet, he said it to you.

And for the first time, you're not sure he knows what that means either.

Then you find out what that means.

You are set to be Bellastella’s new conquer.

You shouldn’t be here. You know this the same way a misfit piece knows it doesn’t belong in a pristine puzzle. But here you are. Standing still beneath the shimmer, wearing the navy dress with the war-declaring sleeves. It cinches at your waist just enough to whisper don’t underestimate me and flares just enough to say but try if you want.

Your heels hurt. Your palms sweat against your clutch. You feel like a war journalist in Versailles.

And yet—eyes find you. Turn to you.

His eyes.

Bellastella is across the room, the center of a gleaming circle. Mid-laugh, mid-story, mid-performance. His tux fits like sin and success tailored it by hand. Cufflinks glint. His collar is just slightly unbuttoned, not out of laziness but intent. He looks like everything you are not allowed to want.

And he looks at you.

Not with wonder. With calculation. Like you are the answer to a question he hasn’t decided to ask yet. You’ve seen this gaze before. On Barbara’s list.

Step 1: The stare. The type that makes you feel watched even when his back is turned.

His drink is halfway to his lips. He pauses. Smiles like someone who just remembered a secret. Then—he leaves the circle. Doesn’t excuse himself. Just goes, like he was never really with them to begin with.

Like he was always meant to end up in front of you.

“Dio santo, I thought I recognized that very serious little frown,” he says as he approaches, eyes shamelessly dragging down the line of your neck, across the edge of the dress. “But no—it’s just you. In a dress. And heels. Did someone die?”

You arch an eyebrow. “My patience.”

He grins. “Don’t be cruel, dottoressa. I came all the way here with clean intentions and a silk tie.”

Step 2: Charm. The curated kind. Same for everyone. Custom fit, off-the-rack personality.

You glance at the wine in his hand. “And which one of your women taught you to match the pocket square to the champagne label?”

“No woman teaches me,” he says, with a dangerous smile. “They merely inspire me.”

You want to snap back. But you catch something—behind the performance. Something flickering. An inch of sincerity, maybe. Or the absence of it.

He shifts closer.

“Come, I won’t have my favorite assistant brooding by the table plants.”

You follow, reluctantly. Not because you want to—but because you’re curious.

He finds a quiet alcove, away from the main glittering sea. A table of oysters and a trio of elderly judges distracted by gossip give you cover. Bellastella leans on the wall like he owns it.

“Tell me,” he says, voice lower, “do you always look like this and hide it behind turtlenecks and sarcasm?”

“Do you always make your interns fall in love with you?”

He blinks. Then—laughs.

“Ah. Barbara has been talking.”

You stare. “So it’s true?”

“Some truths are exaggerated by heartbreak. Others,” he shrugs, “are simply... inevitable.”

You want to scream. Instead you smile sweetly.

“So which part of the program am I at now? After the dress and the wine?”

He tilts his head, amused. “Program?”

“Barbara’s list. You know. First the lunches. Then the compliments. Then the ‘look at us, we’re a great team’ speeches. Then maybe a necklace. Or a better office. Or a gala. A kiss in the parking lot, maybe. A night. A promotion. And then—”

“Then?”

You don’t finish. You don’t have to.

He doesn’t flinch.

“You think I’m that predictable?”

“I know you are.”

He smiles again. But there’s a shift. A pause. A hesitation. As if your words, for once, did more than amuse him.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you in a dress.”

You meet his gaze head-on. “Maybe you just wanted to see if you could.”

“So what if I did?”

“Then you’re not here for me. You’re here for the version of me that you can shape and polish and eventually discard.”

He quiets. For once, no retort. Just the sound of the violins swelling and champagne flutes clinking far away.

“You don’t know what I’m here for,” he finally says, soft. “Not yet.”

You take a breath. Turn to leave.

“I’m not a project, Bellastella.”

“You’re not.”

“And I’m not another chapter in your conquest memoir.”

“You’re not,” he says again, more certain. “You’re the epilogue.”

You freeze. Half a second. It’s stupid. You hate him.

But something about the way he says it—like he means it.

And that’s what terrifies you most.

Because if he does—

—you might be the one who ends up written out.

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bad268 · 2 years ago

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Breaking News (Part 4)

(Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (I had an idea, Mr. Krabs)

Warnings: Language, toxic parents, getting kicked out, Jos Verstappen, song referenced at the end belongs to One Direction

Pronouns: They/them (Third POV)

W.C. 1359

Chapter Summary: A snapshot through three big moments between Y/n and Max's friendship.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

(^Came from 2 pics on Pinterest)

<- Previous Part

June 2003

The Monaco Grand Prix. The best of the best. The pinnacle of motorsport, everyone calls it. Except for one person, in particular, who didn't understand the hype. Y/n L/n, the child of two of the McLaren engineers. The five-year-old did not know what the point of driving in circles was nor did they want to find out. They were never interested in the cars their parents worked on. The McLaren cars were black and silver, not really appealing to a child’s eyes, unlike the bright, shiny Ferraris in the garage next to them.

The family had moved from the Netherlands to England, and this season, they traveled with the team as the parents were moved from factory and design to pitstop crew. Thus, they had to bring the child to every race.

They had just gotten to the track and were walking through the garages. The parents stopped to talk to a fellow group of engineers, catching up, but the child’s eyes caught the red car. Their eyes widened in awe at the size of the car, and they wanted to look closer at it. They raised their hand to tug on their parent’s hand, but the engineer just shrugged them off before going back to their conversation, completely disregarding the child. They huffed in disappointment at the denial of attention and walked over to the car anyway.

The child walked straight up to the car, reaching out to touch it, but stopping short as they noticed their reflection in the shiny paint. They did not want to mess up the shine, so they dropped their hand into the pocket of the hoodie their parents made them wear. They walked around the car in fascination with everything. The color, the size, the tyres, everything. It’s different from the cars their parents work with, the child thinks; this one looks cooler.

“Wie ben je (Who are you)?” Another child asks the random child in his garage. He did not expect to see another child when he walked out of his father’s driver's room, so he was confused, to say the least.

“Mijn naam is (My name is) Y/n,” they responded as they walked up to the other child who was around their age. “De auto is mooi (The car is pretty).”

“Het is de auto van mijn oom (It’s my uncle’s car),” The child laughed. “Mijin naam is (My name is) Max. Ben Je Nederlands (Are you Dutch)?”

“Nee, maar ik woonde in Nederland (No, but I lived in the Netherlands).”

January 2014

It started as a minor disagreement between the McLaren engineers and their 15-year-old. The teen was struggling in school. Of all of the subjects they could fail, it was maths, and they were upset that the child was disrespecting their family name. The engineers did not go through all those years of college to have a child ruin their reputation like this.

“What do you mean you don’t understand quadratics and their formulas? What are you? Stupid?” One of them shouted at the teen.

“I’m trying my best, but the teacher doesn’t teach and the examples don’t make sense,” They explained weakly, already predicting how the parents will respond.

“I don’t give a shit!” The other parent yelled, slamming their hands on the table causing the teen to flinch and blink away tears that stung their eyes. “It is your responsibility to know the material. Why didn’t you ask for help before going and failing the fucking final?”

“I did ask for help,” They whispered, “You both said you were busy.”

“Get out,” One of the parents said, shockingly calm as they pointed to the front door. “Get out of our house. No child of ours would ever disrespect our name like this.”

“What?” The teen quickly rose their head, shooting between both of the adults, “But it’s January, and there's a storm! I’ll freeze to death out there!”

“Don’t care,” They responded coldly, turning their back on their child. “Leave before we call the police.”

That’s how Y/n found themself knocking on Max’s window at three in the morning with nothing but a small backpack of clothes on their back. It took a few minutes to wake him up, but once Max saw them on the ledge, he immediately sprung into action, pulling them into his room. Immediately, he noticed the redness of their face and neck.

He took them over to his closet to give them a hoodie of his, helping them put it on as he saw that they couldn’t grasp the fabric. Their hands were bright red from the cold and Y/n could not close their fists enough to put the jacket on. Even if they could have, they were shaking too much, retreating into themself too much to put their arms above their head.

Max took it upon himself to wrap them up in his hoodie, not pulling their arms through just yet. He also grabbed the blanket he had been wrapped in before letting them in and wrapped it around their shoulders as well. Thinking that was enough, he pulled Y/n into his chest and continuously rubbed up and down their arm, attempting to generate as much heat into them as possible.

No words needed to be said for them to understand the situation. Max knew just as much about Y/n’s parents and Y/n knew of his. Something probably triggered them, and they kicked their child out again, he thought. He just wished they didn’t have to go through this every couple of months. They didn’t deserve it.

May 2016

The Spanish Grand Prix was going to be chaotic, everyone knew this before it even started. Max had been switched with Daniil Kvyat from Toro Rosso to Red Bull, and it was very controversial. Despite the pressure he was facing, he took it in stride and scored not only his first podium but his first win as well. As if he could make a greater impression, he also because the youngest grand prix winner, taking the title from Sebastian Vettel.

“Maxie!” Y/n shouted, running into the garage to congratulate the youngest Formula 1 driver. “That was master class! Bravo!”

“Y/n, don’t you have someone else to bother?” Jos snapped when the teen walked up to Max after the podium. “We need to debrief.”

“I won’t listen,” They laughed, moving past Jos to take a seat behind Max as a form of support and dissuasion for Jos to insult Max’s performance. Just before taking their seat, they stopped to give Max a tight hug, whispering, “Je deed het geweldig (You did great), Maxie.”

Max nods silently as a thank you before turning his full attention to his fuming father as Y/n sits on the couch, turning their attention to their phone. However, the oldest of the group still refused to discuss while the distraction, as he viewed Y/n, was in the vicinity.

“Y/n, this is his job. Leave,” Jos pressed, snapping toward them and pointing toward the door.

“If you’re going to berate him like you do every race, you can do so with me here. Just know that I will be here to comfort and celebrate your son afterward because, newsflash, he’s better than you!” They chuckled, moving to stand in front of Jos. “Max won a race. You didn’t. Don’t come to me trying to criticize his performance when you couldn’t even dream of the things he’s accomplishing. He’s already more than you could ever be, and he’s only 18! You can admit that you’re jealous of your own son; we already know.”

Max and Jos were both speechless, something that didn’t happen often. Y/n smirked to themself as they decided to nail in the coffin.

“Max Verstappen is a name now. Not Jos Verstappen’s son. He is Max Emilian Verstappen,” They said with a spiteful smile before adding, “You’re just upset that you will never be anything more than Michael Schumacher’s teammate.”

It was at that moment that Max knew he was in love with them, and he was going to marry them.

April 2024

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askgothamshitty · 2 months ago

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last one i swear, but as i was typing those last two i had my headphones off so i could overhear these girls conversation and it is just so funny.

it is this pair of girls studying a science degree and they're complaining about the work they have to do but it's the same argument you would hear high schoolers make after learning the quadratic formula.

basically they're complaining about standardized exams and how pointless they are in actually preparing you for the world of work. and i agree to some extent but also you're reading for a bachelors degree... you should not be complaining about tests to this day.

i do math and programming and i can tell you the internet is not my friend, text books are not my friends, not even ai can help me. if i genuinely dont understand the material then i won't get far. i have to do orals for my math class where i have to explain a proof and my lecture will question me on everything i write just for a max of 3%. i have a massive coding project due and i had to go get some books and watch a bunch of tutorials because it kept breaking. and even then i still doing the trial and error shit.

i am a final year student btw. should be graduating in summer but i am not because i failed a course... because even with all the notes and practice and study groups i still did not understand and i need to understand or else i will not be able to perform at any of my jobs.

at this point you're not just answering questions, you're applying knowledge. you are supposed to learning and developing your skills. and no you cant just "look things up" because most of the things you're going to need to know will not be at an arms reach and sometimes the answer wont even exist.

"why do i have to write an essay" you are an adult doing a hard degree, go over your fucking self and write the damn essay. like you're doing sciences you have to be able to communicate, document and express ideas and findings beyond the regular lab report. how juvenile do you have to be to still be stuck in that mentality about your education.

and i am not the kind of country where everyone just gets to go to university. most people dont even need to. you have to be intentional when coming here. there is no "undecided" degree or whatever. you have 3 years to get in and get out. i am an international student as well who could have easily gotten a comfortable job back home. so it's just insulting watching people be so dismissive of their own education and the soft skills they're developing.

no one needs to simplify their course for you just drop out.

(not saying that some professors cant be ridiculous or unfair but high pass marks, essays and tasks, etc is not one of the ridiculous things lecturers do.)

That sounds like a lot of work but you seem like you’re very determined to get it done!

It bugs me when people don’t take college seriously, either 😅 like, why waste your money if your head’s not in the game? It’s so childish.

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lotusnleaves · 24 days ago

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THE EXCEPTION

— ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍ: ᴮʳᵒʷⁿ!ᶠᵉᵐ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᴱˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ!ᴿᵉᵃˡᵗⁱ��ⁿˢʰⁱᵖ!ᴷᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ

—ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᶠ ᵏᵃᵗˢᵘᵏⁱ ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵈⁱˢᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˣᵃᵐ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵇʳᵃʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ⁿᵒˢʸ⁻ⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵘⁿᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ

—ᴬ/ᴺ: ʷᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁵ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ʰⁱᵃᵗᵘˢ ᵍᵘʸˢ ⁱ ᵍᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ³ ᶠⁱᶜˢ ᵒᵗʷ ᵗʰᵒ ˢᵒ ⁿᵗᵐᵐᵐ

(y'all don't evn wanna knoww how much I got rotting in the drafts)

It wasn’t uncommon for Bakugou Katsuki to storm through the halls of UA with his usual scowl. loud reckless, mean, he treated everyone the same. Cursing anyone and everyone who dared to get in his way. Even the teachers would catch strays from his his easily triggered temper he was like a fire unpredictable, explosive. But there was one person in his life who had managed to slip past that fire, to see beyond that rough exterior and that person was you. You had been dating Bakugou for a little over a year now, and while the two of you were very much an odd couple by most standards—him loud, hot-headed, and fiercely independent, and you quiet but firm, with a calm confidence and a smile that could light up a room—something about it just worked. The fire and the calm. The chaos and the peace.

But bakugou wouldn't allow his time to just anyone you were powerful. quirk explosive and devastating practically a mirror to Bakugou’s. Maybe that’s what first caught his attention, the way he had to try a little harder to best you in training than he would've with shitty hair or dunce face, but it for sure wasn’t what kept it. Something was different you had a hold on him that even he couldn't understand. His prickly attitude didn’t disappear— of course not, he was still gruff, still barking orders and mummuring insults under his breath but his actions showed otherwise.

When you were sick and without energy to cook there was katsuki, shoving a steaming bowl of homemade miso soup into your hands with a grunt. When you were tired, he didn’t hesitate to carry you to bed, grumbling about how “a gremlin like you needs her beauty sleep.” And God forbid you complain about your textbooks straining your back. Bakugou would immediately snatch the bag off your shoulder and carry it effortlessly without a word, silently daring someone to say anything about it. Braids falling in your face during class? He’d lean over, gently grab them, in calloused hands, and tuck them back like it was second nature

The gestures were small and meaningful. Small enough where he thought they'd be over looked. He was wrong. Everyone noticed. Teachers gossiped in the lounge students spied on you two in between classes, even his parents picked it up when he seemed in happier spirits after talking about you. The whole building buzzed and whispered about it about Bakugou’s “favoritism" but for the life of them no one really understood why? what make him hold you to such high esteem?. That is until exams.

On a Friday evening during finals week, the library was practically deserted most students likely had plans and the library was abandoned. The sun was setting, casting a warm glowy light through the windows. You and Bakugou were tucked into a quiet corner, his plain books and notebooks in clear contrast to your sparkly colorful ones spread out across the table.

It had been a long, insufferable week, of cramming information and writing so many notes your hands were cramping and your mind was running a million miles a minute you were so occupied with the stress of finals you hadn’t even noticed how it had be weighing on you until now.

here you were staring down at an impossibly complicated quadratics formula in your textbook, the same one you’d been trying to crack for the last hour it was so overstimulating you could sense everything. the quiet clicking of the clock on the wall the soft breathing of bakugou the scent of stale paper the creaking of floor boards it was to much.

Something snapped all of a sudden the frustration was too much you felt your mind just stop. The numbers swam, the letters jumbled. Next thing you knew your throat tightened, hands were beyond sweaty and before you could stop them tears welled up in your eyes and started spilling over.

Bakugou noticed immediately.

"what the hell—?" He started Face still partially in a book His voice softened mid-sentence as he looked up to see your shaking hands

Without a second thought he was making his way to your side of the table and kneeling down to eye level. His rough thumb swiping the tears as they fell with all the gentleness he could muster. He cupped your cheeks softly cradling your brown skin like it was the most valuable thing on earth.

"Hey, hey look at me” he soothed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead ”Breathe” he whispered. Then another, right on the nose pulling a hoarse laugh from you “ I’m sorry for freaking out I hate this class, I just feel so stupid” you sigh frustrated at yourself at that he firmly grasped your wrists " Hey don’t say that shit you hear me? You’re not stupid you’re stressed. And with the way you’ve been working I’d be too.” You sniffled, nodding wordlessly, heart threatening to pound right out your chest. He pulled you in flush against him, letting you lay there as you calmed down, his hand stroking your back “ We’ll take a break, yeah? Head to the dorms and steal some of shitty hairs snack stash”

you laughed a genuine laugh feeling much better.

However what neither of you realized was from the end of the aisle, Mina and Kaminari had seen everything.

They didn't stick around to see what happened next.

Once Bakugou successfully calmed you, you and he packed up and with that he grabbed your hand and tugged you along to his dorm room.

Inside, the real Bakugou the one only you got to see came out

He pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple, cheek, lips, anywhere he could reach really, over and over like he couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed gently, not out of lust, but of love rubbing soothing circles onto your back it was times like these where time felt still and you knew just how much you meant to him

"You’re not just some girl to me," he muttered into your head sounding muffled by your bonnet, voice low but firm."You're mine. Always been, always will be."

You smiled against his pillow and before you knew it sleep had taken you.

The next morning, daylight streamed excitedly through the windows of the dorms. You feelt great your head was clear, chest lighter. It was amazing what a night full of gruff whispered reassurances, and sleepy kisses from Katsuki could do. You spent a couple groggy minutes rotting in bead trying to make the most of your Saturday free time but he wasn’t having it as Bakugo had long been awake. He stood in the doorway with his classic gray sweats and black wife beater combo he was dripping having just came from washing his face.

Weekend or no Katsuki remained in early riser and you were forced to adapt “s’eight in tha morning the hell’ are you still doin’ in bed?” He said shocked as if Saturday wasn’t the universal rest day. You grumbled throwing the blanket over your self and closing your eyes "M’tired Kat’s few more minutes” you gasped as he snatched the fabric off you in one swift movement "C'mon, woman, we need to eat. You skipped dinner last night."

Together, you got ready Katsuki tugging one of his hoodies over his head and you slipping into some of the spare clothes you leave in his room for sleep overs. His hand found yours as you ou left the room, and without hesitation he laced your fingers together as you made the walk to the common room for breakfast.

The second they stepped into the room they were ambushed with a flood of their classmates you’d think it was an earthquake the way the ground shock with their hurried footsteps

Mina practically leapt over the couch, Kaminari right behind her. "Katsuki Bakugou, you jerk!" Mina shouted dramatically, pointing a very aggressive finger at him. "How could you toy with her feelings like that?!" Kaminari added, looking genuinely betrayed.

“Not cool man, not cool.” Kirishima said disappointed from the comfort of the couch

The rest of the class was there too, some standing, like Lida and some peeking from the kitchen, like Koda all glaring like he’d personally declared war on their favorite person.

Bakugou blinked, completely thrown off. He tightened his grip on your hand and shot you a quick, confused look as if to ask what everyone was on about. You were just as baffled and looking for that answer too.

You ran an irritated hand down your face "What are you talking about guys?" Bakugou barked, scowling.

"He used you!" Mineta spoke up in his nasaly voice “Mina and kaminari saw” at that you raised a skeptic eyebrow “and the ‘hell do pinky and sparks over here think they saw”

looking not as confident as before Kaminari reluctantly explained "Well we saw you kissing her last night, and you were all sweet and comforting! You don't even like people! So we figured you were just being... I dunno, gross assumed you were playing with her or something” he shrugged

"Used me?" You repeated eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. Then, realizing what had happened, you bit your lip to stiffle a giggle Katsuki’s face, meanwhile, darkened like a brewing thunderstorm —not in anger at his classmates, but at the idea that they thought he of all people would ever play with your feelings yeah he was mean but even katsuki wasnt that evil he looked over to see you about to explode with laughter and was not amused.

He let out a long, pissed off sigh, then pulled You against his side, throwing an arm casually but protectively your shoulders.

"We're dating, dumbasses," he said bluntly. "Been together for months. And you stop laughing s'not fuckin funny" he said with a pointed glare at you with no real mean behind his words

The whole room went silent as you and katsuki bickered like an old married couple.

Mina’s mouth dropped open. Kaminari's face froze mid-horror. Sero nearly dropped the cup he was holding.

"Wait, wait, what?" Uraraka gasped from the kitchen.

"How did none of us notice?!" Kirishima shouted, genuinely scandalized.

"Because we didn’t tell you, wasn't anyone's business but ours really" You spoke up, voice warm and amused. you leaned into Katsuki’s side, letting him snake an arm around your waist.

"But why?" Mina practically whined, looking betrayed.

Bakugou shrugged, slipping a hand casually underneath your shirt his voice was softer than usual.

"We're private," he said simply. "Not a secret. We didn’t want a bunch of extras up meddling in shit that that's got not nothin' to with them." He said glaring at Kami and Mina after what was clearly a sub "And I wanted to keep it low-key," you added, giving a little shrug. "At least until we were ready."

"Respectin’ her wishes," Bakugou said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple like it was second nature.

Their classmates stood there, stunned, watching Katsuki Bakugou act like a doting boyfriend without a shred of shame. After a long beat of awkward silence, Sero snorted. "Man, this is hilarious." "Bakugou’s whipped," Kaminari whispered, clearly forgetting Bakugou could hear him perfectly.

"Say that again and I’ll blow your damn teeth out," Katsuki growled, but it lacked real heat. His focus was entirely on you which was enough to calm his gruff attitude.

As everyone slowly adjusted to the shocking news, the room lightened again with laughter, teasing comments, and playful nudges you rolled your eyes at the chaos, grabbing breakfast plates for you and katsuki.

Yeah, maybe it was funny to them. But to Bakugou, you werent a fling, you weren’t a secret, and you definitely werent a joke. you were his

And he was yours.

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seungchanpark · 2 years ago

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chan brushes off the idea that he's attractive with an eye roll as soon as dom utters the word, a familiar pattern for them. dom has always had a thing for cheering chan on from the sidelines, even when the dynamics have always been very clear: dom as a pretty bright guy, chan as genius; dom as the human embodiment of sun shining through curtains at dawn, chan as a dark and stormy thing; and, most importantly for this context, dom as the dictionary definition of handsome jock, chan as the lanky nerd sidekick who never could get a date to prom. and sure, chan had a growth spurt at fifteen that evened him out a bit, and some would say that his hair stopped producing quite so much grease along the way as well, and coke has actually done wonderful things for his jawline, but chan doesn't think for a second that that makes him attractive, not in the all-american-dreamboat-hunk way that dom is.

as for the gemma comment — "you're too good for me," chan rebuts. "i don't see you advocating that we suspend this friendship on grounds of unequal morality." he shrugs again, apparently his signature move of the night. "fitz can't tell a quadratic formula from a quadrilateral. sorry, but that's a romantic non-starter."

after all, dom has always been the more forgiving out of the two of them. aileen isn't perfect, but dom sees through that to remember the good. fitz isn't perfect, and chan fixates on those imperfections like they're the only things to know about him.

"yeah, right. thanks." chan says. he wishes fitz didn't take his gummy worms, so chan could chew on something to break the silence. no such luck. instead, chan has to sit here, devoid of a snack, but equipped with plenty of guilt to go around. he's been lying to dom for almost a year now about this, isn't it supposed to get easier? "god, i still can't get over how fucked this week has been," he notes. "before everything happened at the banquet, i was gonna talk to you about something, actually," he pipes up. "it's about my d-" he's about to say drug addiction, it's almost there, the tip of his tongue, and then — "dad." he settles on a different d-word instead, a coward where it counts. "it's about my dad. he and i are kind of going through a rough spot right now." and that, at least, isn't a lie.

dom is unaware how lucky, how solitary, he is when it comes to chan. mari, for the sake of her art?, he jokes, and dom laughs, volleying back, put gen at the bottom of that list, she’d hike the appalachian trail before she showed so much emotion at once. he smiles, patient and expectant, as chan tumbles through his egotistical flare — and dom, ever a good friend, wouldn’t dream of humbling him. define mathematics for the next half decade? sure, probably. that didn’t stop seungchan park from making puppy eyes and eating sour patch kids for dinner, though. he says simply, “you make time for my petty relationship drama. i want to make time for yours.”

only decent. again, chan earns a laugh, proving eternally that he talks a big game for someone entirely adept at being funny and charming, and dom nearly misses the window to catch that hurtled pillow before it tumbles off the balcony entirely.

“you’re attractive but insufferable. what other commonalities do you need?” it is then dom’s turn to consider, head tilted and gaze thoughtful, adding the bare numerals of the two equations against each other as he props the pillow atop chan’s socks. finally, he deduces, “gemma’s too good for you, but you knew that already, didn’t you?” gemma has never put herself first. every trait chan does not share with gemma overlap in the venn diagram of the reasons he likes her. the combination of chan and fitz, though, even while chan reduces the latter to his head game, changes dom’s smile from a crooked grin to something quieter, something all-together too knowing. “i like fitz.” his arms folding against the throw pillow, pinning the slippery boy genius into a jenga-tower of confessions as he offers only, “he pays attention to you.”

fitz knows what chan eats, doesn’t. fitz notices chan’s especially long insomniatic stints. meraviglia’s so-called golden boy hangs onto that wobble of words and decides to believe, not for the first time, in things that are good enough.

“are you really surprised with all those parties you go to? i mean, you’re lucky it’s just the flu, fuck. you could catch mono just standing next to the jungle juice. tell me if it gets chicken soup bad, i’ll come over and confiscate your textbooks ‘til you’re rested.”

#c ;; dominic

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sadboi-writer · 3 years ago

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Dear Jack (Series)

Pairing: Jack Brewer x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a student at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Their life changes when Jack Brewer shows up in their life.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cussing, nothing else really, I kind of alternate between they and she pronouns.

Masterlist ~ Chapter Two

Chapter One: Wasabi Warriors

Y/N was sat with Milton, Jerry, and Eddie eating lunch.

“Hey, Mil, can you help me with this?” Y/N asked sliding their algebra over to him, “I’m having issues with number five.”

Milton glanced over it, “Quadratic formula.”

Y/N nodded, “Thanks.”

They grabbed a fry off their tray and popped it into their mouth. Jerry looked over Milton’s shoulder.

“Aye yo, look at that new guy.” He said, pointing behind Milton

I looked where he indicated. A pretty boy was standing with his tray, looking around the cafeteria absently.

“You’re drooling.” Eddie commented as he ate

“I am not.” Y/N retaliated

The boys all tried to hide their laughs.

“Mhmm.” Milton hummed, he turned to the new guy

“Hey, new kid!” Eddie called to him

The boy smiled as he walked to the table.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He introduced

“I’m Milton, that’s Jerry,”

Eddie cut him off, “I’m Eddie, and that’s Y/N.”

Y/N gave a slight wave, “Hey.”

Jack sat down with them, “So, how do you all know each other?”

“We all do karate together.” Milton replied

Before Jack could reply, Milton and Y/N were both hit with falafel’s.

Y/N scrunched their nose in disgust, “Not again.”

Jerry was hit, “Not cool man.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up. Jack eyed her for a moment.

“Frank!” Y/N snapped as she walked to the Black Dragons

“Hey!” Jack interuppted, he slung his arm around Y/N, “I like your outfits, are you guys cheerleaders?”

“No! Well, Bryan used to be.” Frank replied, Y/N hated his stupid voice, “So, you got a problem or something?”

Frank went all out demonstrating his karate.

Jack’s eyebrows rose, “ Look, I didn’t come over here to fight man.”

Jack was about to pull Y/N back to the table when Frank moved to punch him. He caught Frank’s fist and pushed Y/N behind him. She rolled her eyes at that.

“You probably shouldn’t have done that.” Jack smirked before flipping Frank

The rest of the dragons got up to fight. Bryan ran at Y/N followed closely by Tyler. She jumped and grabbed his shoulders before swinging around him and kicking Tyler across the room. Jack was doing pretty well himself.

Bryan dropped Y/N and went to punch her, she swung her leg and took him to the ground. They gave Jerry a look and he tossed them his pudding. She smashed it onto Bryan’s face. Only two of the dragons were left in a position to be fighting, and Jack took care of them fairly quickly.

Once Frank had run out, Jack looked around and saw the damage he’d done. He looked at Y/N with a sheepish grin before booking it out of the cafeteria.

After school Y/N was at the dojo with the boys. Eddie got absolutely wrecked by Marge.

Y/N laughed hard, “Wipeout, buddy.”

“Eddie got dusted by Marge the lunch lady again!” Jerry chortled

Rudy was preceded by two guys in business suits. None of them looked very happy.

“Guys, what are you doing?” Rudy demanded, “They said if we don’t win two belts at our next tournament they’re shutting us down!”

“You wanna win some belts just make Y/N do everything.” Eddie groaned from the floor

“Or get that new kid Jack in here.” Jerry added

“Yeah, he took out four Black Dragons at lunch.” Y/N quipped

“You took down two of them.” Milton corrected

Y/N shrugged and grabbed another slice of pizza. Rudy shook his head.

“I don’t care about some cat fight at school.” He insisted, “This dojo is built on the foundation of hard work and discipline. Let’s get to work.”

The boys took their seats and Y/N sat with them. She was close to the decorative wall because she wanted to have everyone sitting on the mat, but there wasn’t enough space.

After a couple of minutes Y/N heard yelling that sounded like it was coming from behind her. She stood and looked at the wall for a moment before the wall burst open, she let out a scream, then she was on the floor.

“That boy just came right out the wall!” Marge yelled

Y/N’s ears were ringing and she let out a groan.

“Okay, you guys have got to try that.” Came a new and vaguely familiar voice

There was a bit of shouting, a ‘sorry’ , and then Milton and Rudy were standing over her.

“Holy christmasnuts, are you okay?” Milton asked

Y/N nodded, “I think so.”

Rudy grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them to their feet, “Let’s get you sat down.”

He walked them to the waiting area. She looked and saw Jack being held by two security guards.

“Hey, Jack.” Y/N greeted

“Hey Y/N.” Jack replied with a wink

Jerry came up behind Y/N and patted her shoulder, “You coming over for dinner again tonight?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, your mom is making arepas, right?”

He nodded, “Come on, let’s get going.”

Jerry leaned over and let Y/N wrap their arm around his neck and he aided them in their walk out of the dojo.

At Jerry’s he sat them down on the couch and rifled through his DVD’s.

“What do you want to watch, hermana?” He asked

“I don’t care, you pick.” Y/N replied

She was distracted, thinking about Jack. He really seemed like the perfect guy. Cute, good hair, nice, confident, willing to stand up for others, and not to mention his insane martial arts talent. Y/N wasn’t even aware they had spaced out, but Jerry was. He saw the soft smile land on their face as their eyes seemed to see something other than his living room. The way that Y/N’s eyes crinkled as they thought.

“You still with me?” Jerry asked

Y/N shook their head, “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

“Whatcha thinking about?”

He went to the kitchen and brought out the steaming arepas as he listened to Y/N talk.

“Just about Jack, honestly.”Y/N replied, “He’s just... super cool, I guess. I don’t know. I just think it’s nice that he stood up for us when Frank was messing with us, and he’s talented.”

Jerry handed her an arepa, “And cute?”

“Yeah,” She said absently, “Wait, no!”

“Oh, you do think he’s cute!” Jerry laughed

Y/N pouted and Jerry ruffled their hair.

“No worries, your secret is safe with me!” Jerry assured

The next day Y/N was back to normal, if not a little sore. She opted to not get food with the boys and instead went straight to the dojo. Rudy came out of his office.

“Hey, Rudy!” Y/N greeted

“Hey, where are the boys?” He replied

“Falafel Phil’s, they’ll be here in a bit.”

Y/N dragged one of the practice dummies out of the corner and started working on her form. It wasn’t long until Jerry, Milton, and Eddie came in.

“Where’s Jack?” Y/N asked as she hit the dummy particularly hard

“With Kim Crawford.” Milton said as Y/N went in for another punch

She knocked it over with the force, “What?”

Jerry smirked, “Oooh, you’re jealous!”

“I am not!” Y/N insisted, “Jerry, come here, hold up the dummy. I need to hit something.”

He picked up the dummy and held it securely as Y/N unleashed an assault upon it. Hit after hit after hit landed, each one harder than the last. Until Y/N knocked over the dummy and Jerry.

“Sorry.” She panted, helping him off the ground

Rudy was smiling at her, “That’s the kind of energy we need for the tournament, Y/N! Good work!”

As he said that, Jack came in spinning a new bow staff with a stupid cute grin on his face.

“Sorry I’m late-” Jack started

Rudy rounded on him and cut him off, “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Jack! Where did you get that astronaut bowstaff?”

“It was a gift from the Black Dragons!” Jack smiled, “See! We can all use it!”

He tried to hand it to Y/N who turned her back on him and retreated toward Jerry. Jack’s smile dropped.

“What? Students here are forbidden from even entering that dojo!” Rudy replied to Jack

Jack scoffed, “You can’t forbid me from doing anything!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and Jerry wrapped an arm around her shoulder. They both watched the interaction, Milton and Eddie quickly crossing to them.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you would’ve been banned from the mall for two weeks!” Rudy insisted

A silence fell over the room. Jack looked livid.

“Banned from the mall?” Jack demanded, “You told me I was going to jail!”

Rudy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish for a moment.

He sputtered a bit, “Wha- Well, I say a lot of things! I’m what they like to call chatty!”

Jack stormed toward Rudy, “You lied to me! You broke the Wasabi Code! You know what? Kim was right! This place is a joke! I quit!”

Jack marched out of the dojo. Leaving everyone speechless. Then Rudy jumped into action.

He ran toward the door, “Fine! Go!”

Then Rudy turned to the kids, “Who needs him?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and everyone stared at him.

Then all in unison said, “We do!”

Rudy’s eyes widened as he ran back to the door, “Wait! Come back!”

After that they all left. Y/N was walking to their bike on the bike rack when she passed the Black Dragon dojo. Kim was walking out and smiled when she saw Y/N.

“Hey! How was your day?” Kim asked

“Just swell.” Y/N snapped, “Nothing like hearing that your friend called your dojo a joke.”

Kim’s face fell, “Y/N I’m sorry. But sensei really wants Jack at our dojo-”

“Go away, Kim.” Y/N sighed

The day after that they all resigned to the fact that Bobby Wasabi was going to close. So they all started packing, Y/N was set on rolling up the mats.

“Jack! You’re back!” Rudy burst

Y/N looked at him and gave him a small wave.

“I’m just here to get my stuff,” He specified, “What are you guys doing?”

“Packing up.” Y/N chimed

“Yeah, we’re closing. No Jack, no belts, no dojo.” Jerry finished

Y/N taped up the mat where it was rolled and started to tip it up but it was a bit too heavy, so Jack came over and helped her. He sent her a wink as he did so.

“Milton David Krupnick!”

Y/N turned around, Milton’s dad was storming through the doors. She sighed, of course he hadn’t known Milton was doing karate.

“So this is your french horn lesson?” His dad snapped

“I’m sorry dad, I started doing karate so that I could defend myself when people made fun of me for taking french horn lessons.” Milton explained, “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s shutting down. This was the one place I really felt like I belong.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, now my mom is going to send me back to Mrs.King’s Dance Academy! My body was not made to mambo!”

“Yeah, guess I’m a lone wolf again! That’s how I like it!” Jerry sniffled, “Don’t think for a moment I’m going to miss any of you meatbags!”

“Guess it’s back to eating lunch with Henrietta.” Y/N sighed, the boys looked at her weird, “My paper mache crab I made for my Earth Science class.”

Milton’s dad motioned for him, “Let’s go, Milton. You’re lucky you didn’t hurt yourself.”

Jack was gazing around at his friends. And then he ran toward Milton.

“Wait, Milton!” Jack hollered, “Why don’t you show your dad how you can break this board?”

Milton gave him a look, “Break a board? Jack, I can barely cut a well cooked piece of fish.”

Jack pulled him up to a board he set on two moving boxes, “Just do it.”

“Jack-” Milton protested

“Do it!” Jack yelled

In a panic Milton slammed his hand into the board and split it in half. Milton’s dad was impressed, and honestly so was everyone else.

“Milton that was incredible!” His dad praised, then he left

Rudy warily walked to Jack, “These are your friends, Jack. They didn’t break the Wasabi Code. I did.”

They all gathered around them, hopeful glints in each of their eyes. They didn’t want to give this up yet.

“What do you say?” Rudy asked, then put his fist to his palm, “Wasabi?”

Y/N copied Rudy, which prompted the boys to do so too. Jack smiled and copied all of them.

“Wasabi.” He affirmed

They all got to work. Jack came to help Y/N put the mats back where they went. He looked at her fondly as they worked.

“You’re staring,” Y/N commented as they rolled the mat out

Jack blushed, “Uhm, thank you. For, kind of making me not quit the dojo.”

She shook her head with a small smile, “Keep rolling.”

They all worked hard to get their belts. Hoping to get two, maybe three.

When the tournament came, Y/N was undeniably nervous. But she came out with her boys in her gi. Flexing their muscles and making a big show of still being there to fight to stay open. They took their seats on the bench.

“Okay, Eddie’s up first.” Jack said

We all looked at Eddie, he was knelt on the mat praying. Jack ran to him and said something, before seeing Eddie’s opponent.

“What do they feed you, brother?” Jack spluttered

He went back to talking to Eddie before returning to the bench with the rest of the team. Once the match started it was over quickly. Eddie flipped and pinned his opponent easily, surprising all of us.

“We got our first belt!” Rudy cheered

“Okay, Jerry, nunchucks is next. All you gotta do is-” Jack began

“Relax, Jack. I got this.” Jerry cut him off and stepped to the mat

His opponent did some fancy moves and Jerry nodded.

“Oh yeah? Well check this out.” Jerry smirked

It started well, and it gave Y/N a little hope. But before that hope could grow too much Jerry hit himself in the balls and fell to the ground. Y/N was beside him in a moment.

“Jerry, are you okay?” She asked

“Everything is purple.” He groaned

Y/N hauled him to his feet and took him back to the bench. Her match was next so she stepped to the mat. Tyler was the guy she was against. He was huge in comparison to her.

Jack stepped up next to her, “Hey, you’ve got this. I believe in you.”

He grabbed her hand and gave it a quick squeeze before going back to the team. Y/N took a deep breath and then the match started. With a running start Y/N jumped and landed with her thighs around his neck, which surprised him. She put her weight backward and flipped him over as they both landed on the ground, and kept him pinned until the ref pulled her off.

“Second belt, boys!” Y/N cheered as she went to the bench

Jack enveloped her in a tight hug, “I’m so proud of you!”

They sat as Milton went up for his event. He was against Frank for board breaking.

Frank broke the one board he was given.

“Double it.” Milton told the ref

“Ooh! My boy is going for the win!” Jack cheered, being a general dork

Y/N chuckled, “You look so stupid.”

“What, you don’t like this?” Jack asked as he deepened the dumb lunge he was in

Milton won while they weren’t paying attention. Jack and Y/N cheered as he went around and gloated to the Black Dragons. The red took his belt for his bad sportsmanship.

Rudy scolded, “Milton! That was our ticket to staying open! What were you thinking?”

“That this is the best day of my life?” Milton sighed happily

The vertical peg kick was next, Jack’s event. He stood and went to the mat. He shot Y/N a wink. She gave him a little air kiss as a joke. Jack went around the mat and Frank attacked, taking him down by his leg.

Y/N ran to him quickly, “Jack! Are you okay?”

The rest of the boys were close behind her. She knelt beside him.

“I can’t move.” Jack groaned

Rudy panicked, “Yes you can! Don’t you quit on me!”

“Rudy!” Jack snapped, “You’re kneeling on my leg.”

Rudy stood, “Oh.”

Y/N pulled him up and held his shoulders.

“Are you going to be able to compete?” Jerry asked

Jack shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“You’ve got this, I believe in you!” Y/N encouraged

Rudy ushered the boys away leaving Jack and Y/N alone.

“You gonna be okay?” Y/N asked

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got this.”

“Good, now go kick the Dragons butts.”

She kissed his cheek and ran back to the bench. Jerry wrapped his arm around her and smiled.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that.” He teased

Y/N shook him off, “You didn’t see anything.”

Milton tapped Y/N as Jack moved to take his spot. He flipped into a hand stand and it occurred to all of them how he was going to do this.

“He’s launching from his hands.” Rudy said incredulously

They all watched as time seemed to slow down, Jack did his gymnastics and knocked the peg off. Y/N stood up and cheered quickly. Followed by the rest of the team.

“We did it! We get to stay open!” Rudy exclaimed

“And we got three belts so we outdid it!” Jerry added

“You guys feeling what I’m feeling?” Rudy asked

They all nodded before doing their high kick.

“Wasabi!”

#jack brewer x reader #kickin it x reader #kickin it #jack brewer #milton krupnick #jerry martinez #eddie jones #kim crawford #rudy gillespie

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lunarifie · 3 years ago

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Au where The Hollow kids knew each other as playmates on the playground (the numbers are their ages)

More info under cut

Mira made everyone blue friendship bracelets and they all gave her one in return.

Shes also wearing a candy necklace while Kais wearing a chewable fire necklace hidden under his pajamas.

Kai (7):

I see Kai homeschooled as a child. I also think he’d be one of those energetic dumb talking kids who fumbles over his words all the time. But is actually super smart and will randomly just drop the quadratic formula, and adults will be like “..how did you know that…”

Kai was a lot to handle though, so he had multiple caretakers, and even then, he’d still be able to sneak out during the day and go to the playground that’s a few blocks from the mansion. I also headcanon that Kai’s trans, he didn’t necessarily know he was trans when he was younger. But he did know he hated being a girl. He cut his hair really badly with craft scissors and whenever he snuck out, he wore his pajamas so he didn’t have to wear the dress his caretakers forced him to wear. His playground ‘nickname’ is Kai (which he definitely stole off a fantasy name generator), later becoming his actual name.

With his imagination, he’d be the number one kid to ask if anyone wanted to play make-believe. He also had a few imaginary friends.

I think later on around middle school, which is when he stops being homeschooled, he gets his anxious nature and loses some of his adventurous spirit.

Adam (8):

I think Adam was timid in 2nd grade because of all the bullying he had to endure for being ‘different’. I believe he was picked on as well for being a tall lanky kid before he started doing sports when he got older. He definitely wanted to join a team or play sports as a kid but he felt too out of place.

He was a lot more quiet and secluded, preferring to do things by himself. On the playground though, he’d have Mira (and the weird rabid red-head kid who everyone’s positive lives in the forest) to watch his back. Which was when he’d join ball games and organize big things like tag/freeze tag, hide and seek, and etcetera.

He’d definitely be the one to reel in Kai and Mira anytime they got too out of hand, especially Kai. He’s the one who apologizes for their behavior to the adults and and makes sure they don’t accidentally kill themselves.

I believe during later years in elementary, he got into more ‘fights’ as his anger issues built up. During middle school though, he sees that as a fresh start and tries making more friends, joining sports and so on. Not popular popular. But a friendly face, kinda like Mira.

Mira (7 1/2):

Im sorry but she’d be into warrior cats. That’s just a fact. (I had to think for a while if I wanted her to have cat ears or not.) She’d be in a clan and everything and she’d call herself the medic. She’d bring all types of bandages to the playground to make sure everyone got a design they liked whenever one of them scraped their knee and so on.

The parents who supervised loved her and thought she was the sweetest. While on the contrary, she was the one who got along the most with the least-favorite-parent kid, Kai. (he’s the one who puts the most kids in danger)

He was the only one who wasn’t creeped out anytime she collected ants, spider, beetles, bugs, etc. Soon the parents saw her true nature when she dragged a raccoon she’d been feeding behind her house to the playground to show everyone else.

Mira’s the one who organizes the most expeditions to the forest. She loves tallying off fun animals facts. Some facts not so fun. But she can’t tell the difference, even as some kids pale as she explains the different ways a tiger could kill them. Looooves animal fact books. Has a bunch of pins and charms on her backpack as well. She also prides herself in being 7 and a half, instead of just 7.

#The Hollow playground au #kais on his tippy toes btw him and mira arent the same height lol #height differences my beloved #and my enemy #i might do the others we’ll see #the hollow #the hollow netflix #the hollow cartoon #the hollow fanart #the hollow kai #th kai #the hollow adam #kai the hollow #my art #the hollow mira #mira the hollow #adam the hollow #kai th

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holdinbacksecrets · 3 years ago

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love the way there are some idols you just KNOW you would’ve had a crush on if you existed together in some alternative universe.

answering a flyer on your dorm’s bulletin board seeking a ~model for a semester of photography assignments. intrigued by the note at the bottom: will pay with homemade food,,,don’t worry, it’s edible. my mom taught me everything she knows. and then showing up and it’s fucking jeon jungkook and you can’t even look him in the eyes until he snorts and a noodle comes out of his nose a few weeks into the semester

would’ve been ogling over haechan in college algebra. cue the mental breakdown after finding out he’s on the dance team and sings in a cover band. stays up all night when he asks if you can study together for the final. you know who i am? realizes he’s confident on stage but that all goes down the drain when it comes to the quadratic formula :( cuuuuute

i would’ve joined journalism purely because of boo seungkwan. get me around that energy. i am ready to love.

always being the one to cover soccer games for the school’s paper. no way in hell you aren’t falling in love with yoon jeonghan. are you kidding me?? please call me times new roman. idec

managing the college basketball team because min fucking yoongi. quits as soon as he graduates

my friend’s little sister needs a ride to dance practice and jung hoseok is her teacher? i’ve got my license and my honda out front

seeing messy haired seungcheol every wednesday morning at the cafe looking half asleep but then on saturday night he’s literally rapping at a rave on a garage stage and heart goes ;alksfjalskfj

taking some horrible GIS class and sitting next to soonyoung, turning into his study buddy after realizing it’s possible to be even more confused than you are. literally impossible to not fall in love with his confused face and the excitement he radiates after remembering an excel shortcut

hansol vernon chwe at open mic poetry night... then sitting next to him on the bus because there was only one more free seat. working up the courage to compliment his performance. he hadn’t even seen you in the crowd but was shocked to know you enjoyed his poetry. you’ve been going since freshman year of college, but never felt such a strong desire to return until...well,,,him

seokmin gracing you with his presence on the regular because he’s childhood friend’s with your roommate but apparently this is no childhood friends to lovers trope. he’s into you. makes amazing coffee and brings your dying plants back to life

#im a goner #:(#now the kitchen's on fire #svt blurbs #nct blurbs #bts blurbs #boyfriend things

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ericspinkhair · 4 years ago

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teasing the teacher

pairing: teacher!younghoon x fem student!reader

synopsis: y/n teases her teacher with a pink dildo and he takes her on his desk

word count: 2k

warnings: teacher/student sex, masturbating in class, dildos, cum on face, fingering, oral

a/n: please don't actually have sex with your teachers!

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

from the moment he stepped into the math classroom on the first day of senior year and introduced himself as 'mr. kim' you knew you wanted him.

he was tall, handsome and naturally charismatic so it was no surprise that many of the lower class students had a crush on him. whispers followed him through the halls and you'd often hear girls say out loud the same inappropriate thoughts you were having.

you showed up to math class regularly which was something you never had done as you didn't see how knowing how to solve the quadratic formula was going to benefit you in your life.

you spent the lessons studying mr. kim and, from his youthful complexion and attitude, figured he couldn't be much older than you. he was maybe 23? 24? you didn't concern yourself with it. you were of age and sought for someone more mature to fulfill your needs.

in his black collared shirt and tailored pants, he was looking like a real snack today and you stared at him from your seat, devouring this man with your eyes. he caught you staring and you thought he'd avert his gaze but, to your surprise, he looked you up and down, lingering at your cleavage for a moment, before he smirked.

even when you were working on questions on your own, you could feel him observing you. you made sure to bite your lip and wet it with your tongue to look as seductive as possible. when you left the classroom, you noticed that he had placed a jacket over his lap.

knowing that your strategy to get his attention was working, you figured out a plan over the weekend. he was clearly attracted to you but since he was your teacher you couldn't just go up to him and be like 'hey, wanna fuck?' no, you needed him to make the first move and you were going to make sure he was.

you dressed up in a tiny skirt that ended at the middle of your thigh and in order to prevent unwanted attention you wore safety shorts underneath. your denim jacket covered up a white cropped shirt with a zipper stretched over the chest.

before math class, you removed the shorts in the bathroom and stored them in your bag. the next step was risky but essential in your plan to seduce mr. kim so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself.

when you sat down in your seat, you made sure to pull the zipper all the way down so that the inner sides of your breasts were mostly exposed. you didn't need to worry since you were the only one sitting in the back row and no one would see.

an exam was coming up so you had time to practice today and mr. kim was just sitting at his desk, watching over the students while doing something on his laptop. everyone was, more or less, engaged in the work and he let himself focus on you. he noticed how your shirt was barely holding your boobs which were threatening to spill out. he had never seen a girl as sexy and bold as you and felt his dick harden in his pants. you noticed him looking and what you did next sent a sudden rush directly to his cock.

you spread your legs apart, revealing something round and pink between your legs. you gave him a clear view of your vagina clutching onto a huge dildo.

you looked him dead in the eyes as you grabbed the base and slightly pulled it out halfway just to ease it back in. you repeated this action multiple times, grabbing your tits with the other hand and gave him a show by massaging and squeezing them.

lust clouded his eyes and he licked his lips. his tight pants were restraining his painfully hard cock and there was nothing he could do to get relief while he was in class. he tried to concentrate on what he had been doing on the laptop again but it was difficult when all he wanted to do was to replace the dildo with his cock and fuck you into oblivion.

you saw how worked up you had gotten him and decided to push him over the edge. you pulled out the dildo and sucked on it while keeping direct eye contact. you let your tongue graze over the tip before fucking your mouth with it.

after what felt like hours of torture for your teacher, your shenanigans were interrupted by the bell.

'okay, class. pack your things and go,' mr. kim urged the students.

you quietly slipped the dildo back inside and stood up to join your friend. she gave you an amused look. she was aware of everything that was happening since you had shared your plans with her in advance.

you wanted to frustrate mr. kim even further so you ignored him and passed his desk nonchalantly.

'y/n, wait! I need to talk to you.' you inconspicuously fist bumped your friend and turned around.

'how can I help you, mr. kim?' you asked, batting your eyelashes, acting all innocent. he rolled his eyes.

as soon as the last person had stepped outside, he locked the door.

'what do you think you're doing, wearing no underwear and masturbating in my class? you have violated school policy and I can't let you get away with that so easily.' the tent in his trousers was huge and there was a small wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked through. he stepped closer to you and you backed up against the wall.

'you do need to punish me, sir,' you admit. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were brushing against his ear. 'I've been a bad girl.'

he pinned both of your wrists to the wall behind you and forced his mouth onto yours. you smirked into the kiss, knowing you had succeeded, and opened your mouth to grant him easy access. he slipped in his tongue and began exploring the insides.

he pressed himself hard against you so that your stiff nippels grazed his chest through your shirt. his solid length burned against your lower belly and, when you moved against it, he let out a groan.

'on the desk. now,' he ordered and dragged you by the wrist. he pushed his hand down on your upper back to bend you over and you obliged more than happily.

he jerked the skirt up to expose your dildo filled pussy. you moaned loudly as he spanked your right butt cheek. he watched it jiggle in fascination.

'count,' he ordered you and spanked the other side.

'two,' you heavily breathe out. this dominant side of him was a bit unexpected and every slap made your muscles clench around the fake dick stuck deep inside you.

'three, four,' you cried out as he left red marks on both sides, soothing them afterwards by rubbing gently.

every time his hand came down, the volume of your moans increased. by 'ten', mr. kim had enough of this.

'you seem to be enjoying your punishment a bit too much, y/n,' he pointed out. 'time to move on.'

you suddenly felt empty as he took out the dildo swiftly. you gasped as your arousal began running down your thighs. mr. kim knelt down and licked it away. you raised one leg and placed it on the desk, fully exposing your pussy to him.

'so desperate,' he mumbled and began tracing your folds.

he eased two of his fingers inside and your hole swallowed them effortlessly. he pumped them in and out in a steady, fast rhythm, listening to the desperate sounds coming from both your vagina, as well as from your mouth. your upper body rested on the hard surface as your teacher was fingering you good. unlike all of the other guys you had been with, he knew what he was doing and moved his fingers in a way that quickly brought you close to your orgasm.

he didn't let you have it though.

when he pulled his dripping fingers out, you turned around and sank to your knees. you made quick work with his belt and soon pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles. his cock was an angry red, waiting impatiently for you to end its torture.

you heard a sharp intake of breath as you put it in your mouth and started sucking. mr. kim grabbed your hair tightly to guide you; it did hurt a bit but it mostly turned you on even further. you took him as far as you could, hollowing your cheeks to avoid brushing against it with your teeth.

his cum tasted salty and made you even more thirsty for him. you wanted to savor more of his aroma but he pulled out after not too much time.

he made you stand up, grabbed your butt cheeks and lifted you onto the desk. your legs hugged his torso tightly and his hard dick stood proud in front of your entrance.

'you still have time to change your mind,' mr. kim informed you. he reminded himself that he had to ask you for your consent before he were to do something you didn't want to.

you, however, were sure you needed him and pushed his tip inside by pulling him closer with your legs.

both of you moaned loudly as he fully slid inside you, filling you up to the brim. you were so tight for him that he had to force himself to start slow in order not to come right here and there.

mr. kim pulled down the cleavage of your shirt so that your naked tits bounced out. he massaged and pinched your nipples as he pounded into you. your tongues were fighting for dominance and he could taste himself on you. you couldn't get enough of his sweet lips.

'look how desperate you are for your teacher. clenching around his cock like this.' his dirty words sent shivers through your spine.

you wove your fingers into his hair and gently tugged at it as your walls tightened around him.

feeling that you were close, mr. kim picked up the speed, sucking purple bruises on your neck.

your threw your head back and hard wrenching spasms stole your ability to move and think. you leaned against his heaving chest and nibbled on his earlobes.

'fuck,' he cursed. he lifted you down to the ground and stroked his dick in fast motions. you knelt to taste his cum as he finally exploded with a satisfied groan.

most of it landed in your mouth and the rest ran down your cheeks or was caught in your eyelashes. you swallowed the sticky substance and licked your lips to reach more of his load.

mr. kim panted heavily and had his eyes closed while trying to calm down his breathing. when he opened them again he saw his cum dripping down your face and quickly went to get you a paper towel.

'clean that up properly. no one can know what happened.' suddenly he felt a rush of panic. if anyone were to find out that he had slept with a student, he was going to be fired. he couldn't lose the job he had just started.

'don't worry,' you assured him as you wiped your lashes clean. 'as long as you'll write me an excuse for why I'm late for my next class everything will be fine.'

you turned around to leave but he held you back by grabbing your hand.

'don't do this during lessons again. if you want me to fuck you, just tell me and we can arrange something outside of class.'

'sure thing,' you said and winked at him as you stepped outside.

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sscoutregimentss · 4 years ago

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LUV for eren? thank youuuu

so i have actually already done L and U, but i'll add on a drabble/extra hcs as a treat edit: added a read more

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eren is a good dad. 100% a DILF

I see him wanting to adopt kids, considering his childhood and how that was how he found his dearest, closest friends.

He gets along with all his kid's friends, so everyone knows that the Jaeger household is the place to go for hang outs. He has a tendency to project the positive parts of his upbringing onto his kids, and since his friends were so important to him growing up, he wants to make sure his children have that same support system. Yeah, he wants to be in the know about his kids lives, but there's some things parents just don't understand. Does not help that he's incredibly good looking, even as he gets older.

Super supportive of his kids interests. Sports? Let's go practice! Academics? What's the quadratic formula? Gaming? Teach me how to play! Performing arts? At every single recital. He also doesn't mind if they change their minds constantly about what they do. They're kids, so it's good to have many interest while they still have the chance to feel things out.

Can be strict when he wants to be, though. Doesn't mess around with the safety of his kids and their friends. Tries his absolute hardest not to get angry at his children despite his temper and he really only does when it comes to their safety. But he was wayyyy more reckless when he was their age (and lacked parental supervision) so he tries his best to just keep them out of trouble instead of having to scold them when they do. I touched on him being a good apologizer in a different post and that's still true in the case of his kids. Always apologizes if he raises his voice at them, no matter what happens.

Also he is one of those dads that loves embarrassing their kids with PDA. He will wrap his arms around you from the back and pepper you with kisses while you're making dinner in front of your angsty 13 year old just to hear a "UGH DAD YOU'RE SO GROSS"

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

"(Name)," Mikasa calls, lightly jogging over to your seat the coffee shop Eren works part time in. You knew he didn't work that day, but you've gotten kind of used to studying in the seat closest to the barista counter, even if Eren isn't throwing cheesy pickup lines at you or ranting about a professor. "Have you seen Eren today?"

You shake your head no, raising an eyebrow at her distressed expression. She was one of the most caring people you've ever met, but her cool façade rarely broke, making your own concern skyrocket.

"Is he okay?" You ask, pulling out your phone to check for any messages left by your boyfriend.

The dark haired girl sigh, pushing her bangs out of her face as her short hair moves along to match the shaking of her head. "He does this every year, on the exact same day. Just... disappears and comes back like nothing happened. I hoped at least this year he'd stay with you... but..."

You bite your lip in concern, letting Mikasa know you'll call her if anything turns up.

to: eren 💌

from: My Sunshine ☀️

can you call or text me asap? just let me know you're alive please a simple "hello" will suffice

you don't have to shut everyone out like this

i love you through it all. the good, the bad, and the ugly, you dummy. nothing could change that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Mmm, mildly. He doesn't wear makeup, but he takes good care of his skin (which is just naturally flawless anyways...), makes sure his clothes fit him well, keeps his combed and moisturized, and generally doesn't leave the house feeling very dissatisfied with his appearance.

On that makeup note, once he used an eyelash curler, either yours or Historia's and he was just. blown away. He already has naturally long, dark, curly lashes, he just thinks he looks really nice with the extra help of the curler. Too lazy to invest in doing it daily, though.

Keeps up with his physique because he's an athlete, but also because he just likes how he looks in tight tops and shirtless. Eren is one of those hot guys that knows that he's hot, he just doesn't really care that he's hot. Unlike Reiner, who just is insecure in how he looks, and Jean, who knows that he's sexy and flaunts it, he just... knows. He only really cares for your opinion.

No set clothing aesthetic that he makes himself stick to, just wears well fitting and neatly pressed clothes. Mainly black or dark basics. Keeps some jewelry if he wants to elevate an outfit. But his usual top, pants, shoes, maybe some earrings and a necklace if it's fancy. Doesn't get complicated with layering like Armin does.

I like to think he has a few piercings and tattoos, simply because he likes how they look. Not like a full sleeve because he is still a broke college student, but a couple tattoos on his arms and two or three piercings on his ears, plus a tongue piercing? I am down bad for him. I'd say his tattoos are pretty meaningful. Eren does everything he does, from choosing his major to eating cereal, with purpose. Even if it's dumb it has his heart and soul behind it. At least, that's what he says when he explains why he is going to put hot dog wieners in Jean's parents lawn.

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raw-lesbian-energy · 4 years ago

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Burnout

[Image description: Anonymous said

Prompt: a t word fic between young Marcy and Caroline where Caroline comes over to babysit Marcy one day only to find her stressed out because of her families high expectations for her and tickles her to cheer her up.]

Anon, sweetie, darling; I love this idea and everything about it. I had way too much fun writing this and I really hope you enjoy it too!!

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Summary: Caroline learns that Marcy’s parents are overworking her again and goes to help her little sister take a break and avoid burning out.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None (Marcanne implied) (if any of y’all tag this shipping Marcy and Caroline I will run you over with my car)

Features: Self-Insert

Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

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Knock-knock-knock!

“It’s open.”

Marcy didn’t even glance up as her bedroom door was opened, her eyes fixed on the study papers in front of her. She was trying to memorize each and every one of them, but the task was proving to be much harder than she hoped.

“Hey Mar-Mar.” Caroline’s voice spoke behind her, and soon enough, the teen was leaning over her shoulder. “Notice anything- wait, what’s all this?” Caroline looked over the papers scattered on Marcy’s desk, picking up one of them and reading it over. This prompted Marcy to look up, which is when she noticed the teen’s hair was no longer long and plain brown, but shaved in an undercut with bright purple bangs.

“Quadratic formula-?” Caroline’s eyes were wide in disbelief. “Marcy, why are you studying high school level math? You’re eleven.” The question brought Marcy back to reality, going from looking at Caroline’s new hair to staring sheepishly at her knees.

“I…wanted to get ahead.” She lied. Caroline didn’t buy it for a second, setting the paper back down on the desk and leaning on it with one arm.

“Wanna try and tell me the truth this time?” She asked, her tone slightly firmer than before. Marcy couldn’t even bring herself to look up, guilt swirling like a storm in her stomach.

“I…my parents are mad.” She admitted at last. “I got a bad grade, so they told me if I didn’t focus on studying, I wouldn’t get to see my friends anymore.” Caroline’s expression softened immediately, a gleam of confusion appearing in her eyes.

“Wait, you got a bad grade?” She echoed. “What was it? Can I see?” Marcy’s eyes held nothing but shame as she grabbed one of the many papers on her desk, holding it out for the teen to take. Caroline gently took the paper from her hand, looking down and reading over what had been printed on it.

“…This is a ninety six.” She said at last. “Marcy, this is four points away from a perfect score, and your parents are saying it’s bad?” Marcy nodded slowly, still unable to meet her older sister’s gaze. Caroline let out a sigh, kneeling down next to her younger sister and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Marbles, I have to be real with you.” She said. “Your parents…are completely nuts.” Marcy snapped up at the statement, looking over at Caroline with wide eyes.

“What? No!” She argued. “T-They just want to make sure I succeed. They might be a little harsh sometimes, but-” she stopped mid-sentence as she had turned back to her notes, only for Caroline to swipe her arm over the desk and knock all the papers to the floor.

“Nope, no more studying for you.” She said sternly. “You’re taking on way more than any eleven-year-old ever should. You need a break.” Before Marcy could even speak, hands hooked under her arms and hoisted her out of the chair, earning a squeak of surprise. She squirmed in the teen’s grip, letting out small giggles from where she was being held.

“Carolihine, put me down!” She whined, kicking her feet as she was pulled into Caroline’s lap. The teen had taken a seat on Marcy’s bed, crossing her legs and keeping a firm yet gentle hold on her little sister.

“Uh oh, Mar-Mar.” Caroline said, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. “You’re too stressed out; you know what happens when you’re too stressed?” Marcy soon felt her sister’s hands resting on her sides, eliciting a squeak and more giggling from the young girl.

“Nohohoho!” Her voice shot up in pitch as she felt fingers squeeze her sides, turning the small giggling fit into full-out laughter. “Carolihihine!”

“Caroline? Who’s Caroline?” The teen feigned ignorance. “I’m the tickle monster! And I’m here to tickle all that stress away!” Marcy’s cheeks turned pink at the word, her legs kicking out uselessly as Caroline tickled up and down her sides. She gently dragged her nails over the girl’s torso, drumming them against her stomach and earning squealy laughs in response.

“No fahahair!” Marcy barely managed to speak, curling up in attempts to protect her ticklish tum from her sister’s attack. Caroline wasn’t deterred though, instead sneaking her hands back and working them up to her little sister’s ribs.

“Aww, look at how cute you are!” Caroline cooed, playing Marcy’s ribs like a piano. “The tickle monster approves!” Marcy’s face went red at her older sister’s teasing, hiding her face in her hands to try and cover up the embarrassment.

“I’m nohohohott!” She squealed, shaking her head frantically. Caroline couldn’t help but chuckle at the reaction, continuing to spider over her rib cage until she snuck one hand under Marcy’s arm.

The screech that escaped the small girl practically shook the room. If Caroline didn’t have her hands stuck, she would’ve covered her ears, but it was too late for that. So instead, she kept up her ticklish assault, managing to get both hands under Marcy’s arms and earning frantic, squealing laughter in response.

“C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” Marcy howled, no longer hiding her face as she tossed her head back. Tears had started to form at the corners of her eyes, and as Caroline heard some of her laughter turn to wheezes, she slowly let up so Marcy could breathe.

“So…how do you feel?” She asked, a small smile on her face as if she hadn’t just tickled her sister half to death. Marcy leaned back against Caroline’s chest, slowly catching her breath as she glared up at the teen.

“I will…get you…someday.” She panted. Caroline chuckled, ruffling her hair softly.

“Sure, kiddo.” She replied. “But I was asking about your stress. Is it gone?” Marcy paused at the question, taking a moment and realizing that she did actually feel better. Whether it was because of the distraction or spending time with her big sister she didn’t know, but she felt better nonetheless.

“Yeah, I actually do feel a lot better.” She said. “Thanks, sis.” Caroline grinned, giving Marcy a hug in response.

“I’m happy to help, Marcy.” She told her. “And I’ll be sure to talk to your parents about this, okay?” Marcy nodded into Caroline’s shoulder as she returned the hug, a soft smile still on her face. As long as she had Caroline’s support, she knew things would be okay.

“Oh, nice hair, by the way.” Marcy piped up, pulling back. Caroline chuckled, fluffing her own hair momentarily.

“Oh yeah, I thought I could use a new look.” She replied. “After all, I’m eighteen; I’m an adult now.” Marcy gave her a lopsided smile.

“It definitely makes you look like…you.” She said. Caroline raised an eyebrow, picking up on the subtext easily.

“Says the girl with a crush on her best friend.” She countered. Marcy’s face went pink.

“I do not have a crush on Anne!” She argued. Caroline’s smirk only grew.

“I never named Anne.” She told her. Marcy fell silent.

“I- well-” she tried, but her words died in her throat. Caroline looked back up at her with the same mischievous glint, making Marcy’s blush worsen.

“You know,” the teen mused, “the tickle monster doesn’t like people denying their feelings, either.” Before Marcy could move, Caroline scooped her up again, tickling away and sending her little sister right back into a giggling mess.

The afternoon consisted of playful banter and tickle fights, but if Marcy was honest, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#amphibia #amphibia caroline #amphibia marcy #marcy wu #amphibia oc #amphibia self-insert #tickle fic #prompted work #marcanne #annarcy #shy anon writes

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loremaster4aot · 4 years ago

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TEACH ME HOW TO DO IT

reader x floch

y/n is doing her math HW, but she's failing miserably, so her bf, who's also her classmate, comes to help her

you've been rereading the same paragraph again and again, but you didnt understand anything. it didnt make the slightest sense for you.

you were calculating quadratic formula from every way possible, but the result was always bad. the result sheet at the last page of the book showed only the right answers and not the process of numeration. tomorrow is an important test and you dont know how to calculate the simplest paradigms. the stress was hard to bear, you wanted to be calm, but your nervousness was stronger.

a deep breath filled your chest and told yourself to not give up and start from the begging. that didn't help. you pressed the pencil in your hand as you broke the graphite and made gray smudge on the paper. tears began to roll down your cheeks and you crumpled another paper with foiled calculation into trash bin. this was pure misery.

you checked your mobile to escape from math hell just for couple of minutes. a text appeared in your notifications. it's your boyfriend

,,y/n look at this, it reminded me of you" floch sent you some youtube link, but you didn't open it.

,,babe, what are you doing?" you completely ignored the video he sent

,,just bored in my room. and thinking about what you might be doing. you mind telling me? i wanna know."

,,well..im feeling really bad"

,,im coming over right now"

he wasn't even here and you already saw him as your hero. he's incredibly smart at math and he acts cocky around his classmates for it too. floch always enjoys his math lessons, especially when he can solve a formula in front of you and the whole class.

you were proud of him. everyone struggled while he solved it in the blink of an eye. they cursed him and complained about his quick calculating, but screw them. peasants were just jealous.

finally you heard a knock on the door. you rushed to open them. floch stood in front of you and as he saw you crying, pain filled his eyes. it broke him to see you like this. usually, he's the one to make you cry, but seeing that someone or something else did this to you, makes him mad.

he didnt want to catch the attention of another students in the hallway so he quickly stepped into the room and closed the door.

,,y/n, what's wrong?" he began wiping the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

you were a sobbing mess, so you didnt said anything, just hugged him tightly as you heard his heart beating in a steady rhythm.

,,calm down, im here with you, just tell me already. please, i dont want you to be sad over someone else." floch said

,,its... the math.."

,,again"? he isnt suprised

,,okay, sit behind the table" floch ordered

you felt warmth in your chest as he said it. that line made him look very authoritative. in the matter of fact, he could even be a math teacher. but if you'd be his student, he surely wouldnt go easy on you.

floch was standing at your right side, his hand writing some numbers. his grip around the pencil was strong as he moved and wrote some formulas on the paper. he was explaining them, but you couldn't concentrate at what at the moment. hands caught your attention instead. they were manly, big and...

,,so how would you solve this?" he asked and looked at your surprised expression

,,were you even listening, y/n?" floch continued

,,floch, please can you explain it to me one more time? i didnt catch every detail. pretty please" you tried to hide staring at him under a lie

,,you're so lucky that im deciding to go soft on you. i dont want to see you crying again. for today" he started explaining everything from the start. this time, you actually paid attention to the content he was saying and it became clearer for you.

your math teacher always made every topic hard to understand. with floch, you understood everything so easily. why? was it because you gave his words more attention, or perhaps, bigger value?

,,floch, what would i do without you?"

,,probably fail your test" smirk appeared on his face

you giggled. he was actually telling the truth so there was no point in opposing him. in fact, its never a good idea to oppose your precious boyfriend in anything.

,,after you pass your exam, i might give you some reward" his words motivated you to do your best. you want to look the best in your boyfriends eyes.

,,now finish this" he gave you a paper with harder problems to solve

after about ten minutes you handled it to him with result you got. stress filled your body. he started examining it and it felt like he was staring at it for an hour. in reality, it mightve been 15 seconds.

,,correct" as he said this, you hugged him

,,floch, thank you, you're my hero" you squeezed him tighter

,,i will always be"

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my first time writing something like this. please take this in consideration.

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say-the-name-sebongie · 4 years ago

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That's Great!

Synopsis: For a college student, eating a proper meal is hard. Eating a proper meal during exam season is harder. But eating while your best friend confesses to you is the hardest of all.

Pairing: Soonyoung x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, collegeAU!Soonyoung

Warnings: mentions of not eating properly

Word Count: 1.1k words

Since the exam season had started, Nara always forgot to take her meals at the right time. She knew that it wasn't good for her health but it couldn't be helped. An entire day didn't seem to be enough to finish studying so meals weren't a priority. But now that hell week was over she could finally eat in peace.

Rummaging through the cupboards of her shared dorm, she managed to conjure up a simple meal of cup ramen and a half-empty bottle of coke. She could wait for her roommate to come back from the grocery and have a full meal but her stomach rebelled against the idea. She placed her food on the coffee table and sat down on the floor to eat.

Just as she was about to have her first spoonful, her phone rang. The contact name Sunshine flashed on the screen making her smile despite herself. She answered the video call and propped her phone up against the bottle of coke.

"Ayoooooooo!" came the boy's voice.

_____ took in the sight of his slightly messy hair and crumpled hoodie. She still hadn't gotten used to the way he looked now. She and Soonyoung had been friends since they were little. Back then she would get into fights with the people who would tease him for his braces and short stature. Older boys and girls would always pull in his cheeks and hurt him but he was too nice to fight back. He would always tell her how ashamed he was that he had to have a girl protect him all the time but she always dismissed him. She was his best friend after all. After getting separated in high school and losing contact, she thought that the friendship they had was gone.

It was the first day of university when they met again. Different clubs and organizations were advertising on the pathways. Booths with sign-up sheets were set up for anyone interested to join. _____ happened to be sitting a little way from all the chaos, quietly observing when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and was surprised to see a very good looking guy looking down at her. He looked vaguely familiar. All it took was a smile to make her remember Soonyoung's name.

Since then they had gone back to being best friends, except things were a little different now. Though _____ had also gone through some changes during puberty and high school, it was nothing compared to what happened to her best friend.

To say that puberty hit him like a truck was an understatement. Soonyoung was no longer that boy that everyone bullied and picked on. He was taller than her now and had lost all his baby fat. The boy who was too scared to fight now boasted a black belt in martial arts and was given a sports scholarship by the university. Her best friend that had been chased by bullies before was now being chased by girls (and boys) wherever he went.

But what had changed the most was how she saw him. On that fateful first day, something felt different and after talking to her roommate about it she was sure. _____ had fallen for her best friend.

"Are you eating dinner? Wait I'm gonna get some food too." Soonyoung said before leaving the frame. Returning with a heated bowl of fried rice, he proceeded to ask her about her day. They talked about everything that happened the past week and laughed about the mistakes they probably made in their exams.

As Soonyoung was recounting his math exam where and how he forgot what the quadratic formula was, she thought about how she would miss these kinds of conversations when the time came that he would get a girlfriend. That situation was inevitable. _____ had already accepted that when the semester began. Upon seeing the number of people who admired him she knew that she was no match for them. So many people wanted him. which was why she kept her feeling secret. Except to her roommate of course. That girl had a way to make you spill anything.

"Are you even listening to me? You've been awfully quiet." from the other side of the screen, Soonyoung was genuinely worried. He knew that his best friend was the type to hide things. He usually didn't know exactly what was going on but he could tell when something was wrong. After all, he had loved her for a long time.

When he first met her during middle school, he was a shy and weak scaredy-cat who always hid behind his best friend while she fought off the people who would pick on him. Soonyoung soon developed a crush on her but couldn't bring himself to admit his feelings. How would such an amazing and courageous girl like her want to be with a coward like him?

Determined to change himself, he fought through the pain of training in martial arts, gained his confidence, and even learned from his new high school friends on how to dress better. From the number of people who confessed to him daily, it seemed like he had done a good job. He just couldn't figure out why she still didn't like him.

The sound of a door opening in _____'s room made the two jump.

"Sorry Soonie, I'll just mute myself my roommate just came home."

"Yeah, go ahead."

He watched as _____'s finger came closer to the screen, bloking it slightly, to press the mute button. The girl then proceeded to ask her roommate what she bought. It took the boy a few seconds before realizing that she didn't actually get to press the mute button. He decided to play a prank on her and listen in to what she and her roommate, Darim, were talking about.

"Isn't that the guy you're always talking about," Darim said as she looked into her roommate's screen. Soonyoung's wars pricked up at that sentence. He stared at his food and pretended to mix it so they wouldn't suspect that he could hear them.

"Don't you like him?"

"Yeah."

He looked up and saw his best friend blushing. Were his ears deceiving him?

"Why don't you confess to him? He's right there." Darim said pointing at the screen. _____ gave a small smile and stared at her screen where Soonyoung was putting a spoon in his mouth.

"Yeah, Darim's right, why don't you confess to me?"

At the sound of his voice, the two girls froze. He smiled that his plan had worked. Too bad he forgot to record his screen to catch their reactions. His best friend slapped her roommate in the arm who in turn gave her a look and winked. Darim waved goodbye to Soonyoung and skipped to the kitchen, very happy with what she had just done.

"You like me right?" he asked _____. The girl nodded sheepishly, not meeting his eyes.

"That's great then, let's date."

#seventeen #caratwritersclub #svt #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung #hoshi #i'm just reposting my works #because my dumbass deleted my original blog #aksjd #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen oneshots #seventeen fanfic #hoshi oneshot #hoshi scenarios

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