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cherry-leclerc · 3 months

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method acting ☆ cl16

genre: series - humor, strangers to friends/roommates

word count: 5.1k

cherry here!... first req that turns into a mini series and I'M SO EXCITED. the idea was perfect and i really hope you all enjoy this little story based off one of the best films :) common changes and adjustments are made for the plot but HAPPY READING

*can you guess what film it's based off of? where the title originates from?

ch. one ch. two ch. three ch. four ch. five ch. six

Chapter 1

Life, as you fear, is falling apart as you're confronted with a serious case of writer's block that puts your career on the line. As a solution, you're roommate helps you plan a solo trip to the Amalfi Coast for a much needed break but it doesn't take long for you to meet a certain Monegasque who lays passed out on the beach.

Parents know best - at least that’s what we’re all told growing up. How about bioengineering? Cardiothoracic surgeon? Architecture? With braces and a messy fishtail, you shake your head profusely as you clutch onto your notebook.

"No. Journalism."

“Why didn’t I listen to my mom?” Groaning, you rub your tired hands all over your face as your roommate stares back, bewildered by your sudden frustration.

“You’re telling me doing open heart surgery would have been better than writing an article?”

Aiming a pencil at her, you gasp as you cover your mouth and she squints her brown eyes at you. “I am so sorry!” Running up, you hug her desperately. “I’m just stressed, I’m stressed, I’m stressed!” You pull away. “I’m stressed.”

Amelia chuckles as she sits down on a stool, pointing for you to do the same. “You, my serial killer friend, need a break.” You frown at her choice of words. If I take a break then I’m going to get fired. She smiles brightly. “You won’t though.”

You can distinctively pinpoint the moment a ripped up journal turned into a laptop. It was senior year of highschool and you finally had the courage to confront your parents and tell them that you, if fact, were not joking about your bachelors in journalism.

"Darling, how will you make a living out of something like that?"

For a moment, her words had you second guessing your choices. Could she be onto something? Know something perhaps you don’t? The older, the wiser, no?

But you had already applied - it was done. So you tipped your head firmly, clicked your tongue against your straight teeth, and smiled.

"I’ll find a way."

You moan softly as you hit your forehead with the palm of your hand. “What I would give to just be an elementary school teacher…Grading papers, cute kids-”

“Shit everywhere, tantrums, headaches, signs of early aging - oh God - receding hairline!” Amelia pales as she scrunches her nose in disgust. “Nightmare.” The blonde reaches for your hands, intertwining her fingers into yours. “But this is your dream, it’s what you're good at. Don’t let a little writer's block scare you away.”

“Goodness gracious! Are you alright?” Lucy’s southern accent surprises you as you fix your crutches. The older lady had been working at the famous magazine company since you can remember, always a cheerful receptionist. Loud, too.

You wince. “Oh, you know…clumsy me?”

"Eleanor is never going to let me take a vacation. I would have to die first."

Amelia’s eyes twinkle deviously.

"Then that’s what we’ll do."

"Die?"

“It’s okay, I could open it myself,” you yelp as Lucy swings the door to your boss’ office. Let me, she insists as she pushes you in. Tumbling, you hurry to fix your posture as you nervously giggle, beady eyes staring back at your rude interruption. “I had no idea you were in the middle of a meeting.”

Eleanor and a crowded room all look you up and down before she sighs. “You’re already here, what is it that you need?” You shudder at her cold tone.

“I- uh- I mean, if it’s possible, I was t-thinking I could maybe get a m-m-month off?”

Oh no, someone whispers as they catch the editor-in-cheifs face change. Your stomach drops. Or not, I’m fine! The gray haired lady stands up as she tauntingly makes her way over, circling you like a hungry lion. “And why do you need a month off?”

“Doctor’s orders?”

She hums, analyzing your casted leg and left arm. “I’m sure you can type with your right hand. Off you go.” You blink. Once she takes a seat, she narrows her eyes again. “I said you can go.”

“Of course. Have a nice day.”

"She’s going to see right through me," you repeat for the millionth time as Amelia's boyfriend, Roman, works on the fake casts.

She groans. "With that attitude she will! Get it together. You have to stand your ground and don't dare walk out of that office without a month off."

Terrified of your best friend, you nod. "Thank you again for this future doc, hope you don’t get fired."

He pales. "The things we do for the people we love, am I right?" Amelia blushes.

Letting out a shaky breath, you brace yourself before tripping and falling straight onto your back. The whole room gasps in shock as Eleanor stares back with a bored expression. Shit, are you okay? Peeking with one eye, you catch Grayson - Eleanor’s son - staring back with a helpful hand.

He had always been nice to you, bringing you coffee whenever he was around. Sometimes he even helped you brainstorm new ideas. Your heart rate accelerates as you struggle to get up. Mother, she can’t be working in this condition. She huffs as she waves her hand in dismissal, Dior bracelets clicking against one another.

A month. That’s it.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he helps you into your overly priced Uber. He tilts his head, slowly tracing your features.

“You're lying, aren’t you?” He signals at your poorly done cast.

“I c-can explain-”

He laughs. “Your secret's safe with me.” Reaching over, he buckles you. Your breath hitches. “Enjoy your time off. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I’ll be waiting for you!” You swoon as you retell your embarrassing story to the cozy couple who cuddle on the couch like proud parents.

Amelia claps. “He’s the one! I feel it!” Roman scoffs. Settle down, daydreamers. Your friend slaps his hand. “Debbie Downer.” You giggle as she wiggles her eyebrows. “So…what are you going to do now that you're free?”

You tap your chin. “Um, probably write.”

Her smile falls. “This is the whole reason we even did any of this! For you to not think and just enjoy yourself!”

Her boyfriend nods, floppy hair bouncing up and down. “Yeah, I didn’t go through all that,” he signals to the casts that lay by the doorway, “Just for you to lay around doing what you always do.” He stands up to grab an apple. “Travel, I’m serious.”

Amalfi Coast. It called you poor in seven different languages as you tug your suitcase into your AirBnB. Amelia and Roman had sat through 8 hours of planning everything, detail and safety included.

"Oh, click that one!" Roman tsks his tongue as his fingers slide against the keypad. The blonde beams. "That’s perfect!"

"Perfectly out of my range," you sigh as you slap it shut. "I’ll die homeless if I stay there." The couple share a silent look before returning their attention.

"Well, we were thinking… " the brunette starts before your friend cuts him off, jumping up and down on his lap. He groans.

"Sorry, honey, but anyways, we’ll pay for it!" Your jaw drops as you wave your finger, shutting down the idea.

"There’s no way I’m going to let you guys do that-"

"Okay, maybe not all, but at least a good chunk of it," she butts in as Roman stays with a soft smile. "Isn’t that right? " He nods.

"Take it as an early birthday present," he adds. Your chest tightens at their kind gesture.

"That’s still a lot of money." You grow light headed.

"Then no birthday presents for two years," Amelia squeaks as she grabs your hands over the coffee table. "Just don’t say no, you need this." You debate inside your head for a few minutes before letting out a shaky breath.

"No birthday presents for the rest of my life and we have ourselves a deal."

Which is how you landed in one the most beautiful homes you think you will ever see in your entire life. You can’t even pretend to try and fit in because everything seems to make your eyes pop out of their sockets.

After a bit of unpacking, your sweet tooth gets the best out of you as you grab your purse and head out the door. You can’t help but take pictures at almost everything you see, but everyone was doing the same so there couldn’t be too much judgment. Paying for your lemon sorbet, you hum constantly as you stare into the ocean. The breeze was warm, but not obnoxiously so. The rocks underneath you tickle slightly as you get comfortable.

Then you hear it, light snores. Startled, you turn over as you catch a man sleeping, arm laying over his stomach. You think about maybe moving location but when he releases soft whimpers, you find yourself growing sympathetic. What if he was in trouble? You couldn’t let a person die if they were three feet away from you. Hesitantly, you crawl your way over as you tap his leg.

“Ciao,” you say, but you can only catch his nose scrunching up since he had a hat laying over him, covering his mysterious features. Biting down on your lip, you dig your finger harder. “Ciaooo.” Sitting up abruptly, he groans, shoulder bumping against your cone. You yelp before pouting at your treat melting all over the surface.

“Oh merda, colpa mia,” he apologizes as soon as he notices your gloomy mood. “Posso comprartene un altro se vuoi, ti prometto che non sono un serial killer-” Like a cat being bathed, you jump up high as you create a large distance.

“Serial killer?” you squeal. He catches onto your accent swiftly as he waved his hands in defense.

“I’m not! I’m not!” You eyed him suspiciously, chest heaving heavily. “I was offering to buy you another cone and saying that I’m not a sick serial killer, that’s all…” He signals to your desert. “I feel bad.”

Releasing a soft breath of relief, you smile politely. “Don’t worry about it. I was just trying to see if you were okay, you were kind of…” You theatrically twitch as he chuckles. Your cheeks burn up at the sound.

“I’m fine, thank you.” A beat. “Sort of.” Softly narrowed eyes stare back at him. Do you need anything? He winces at the bright sun. “I feel a bit sick, if I’m being honest.” He zigzags a bit before falling straight into the rocks, painful grunts following. You shriek as you run over, flipping him onto his back.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck.” Other than a cut up lip, he’s fine, but he groans like there’s no tomorrow. Rightfully so, you start panicking as you dab his bottom lip with the hem of your shirt, then you remove his hat.

“Don’t!” But you’re already tossing it over your shoulder as you analyze his bruised up cheek.

Green eyes look into yours as you stop breathing. His eyes are sensitive, like some sort of past soulmate, if you believe in that type of bullshit. His hair is rusty brown, long strands hitting up to his lashes. His nose is slightly pointy and it’s worse that they’ve always been your favorite kind. Lip swollen from his clumsiness, but a natural pink. Freckles and moles sprinkle along his face.

Scooting away, he raises finger over his lips, cryptically telling you to hush. Confused, you lay your palm against his cheekbone. “You need to see a doctor.” Now he becomes visibly bewildered as he cocks his head to the side. You don’t know who I am? Flushed, you extend your hand, introducing yourself. “And you are?”

The brunette lets out an unhinged laugh as his large hand swallows yours. “Charles, I- I m-my name is Charles.” Dimples pop up from how wide he’s smiling, and that almost leaves you gasping for air. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Then he grabs his head in discomfort. “Seriously though, you need to see a doctor.” No, he starts. You roll your eyes. “Fine, a medico or whatever you want to call it.” Helping him up, he leans against you as you wheeze.

“I’m perfectly fine, I just need to sleep.” He pants against your head, catching a whiff of your shampoo scent. “Pretty,” he mumbles. You blush harder. “Do you think you can take me to the nearest hotel?”

“I don’t know if that's such a good idea,” you mutter. “Don’t take it the wrong way, but I don’t know you at all.” He shyly nods before removing his arm away from your figure, and all of a sudden it’s cold.

“I get it, don’t worry.” The green eyed boy waves goodbye before stumbling away.

You have always been a bit of a people pleaser, one of your many flaws. Amelia and Roman had always called you out on it, stopping you from making stupid decisions.

But Amelia and Roman weren't here.

“Wait.” Charles turns around, loopy eyes squinting at your blurry physique. Making your way over, you take his arm and place it over you. “You can stay with me, I’m just up that hill.”

“You can’t be helping out boujee vagrants,” your friends scold you over the phone as you grimace. “Why would you do that?”

You nibble on your painted nail. “I felt bad…”

Roman snickers before coming into frame. “What if he’s some kind of maniac?” Like a child, you shake your head.

“He said he wasn’t!”

The couple groan at your naiveness. “Boy, let’s just trust everyone we meet then!” The blonde pushes her face directly onto the screen. “You need to slap him awake and kick him out.”

But there was something so peaceful and homey about the way Charles was sleeping, covered like a butterfly in a cocoon. His chest rises up and down as he occasionally reaches for the other pillow, bringing towards his chest. With one last glaze, you leave the bedroom.

“I can’t do that to him. He was in really bad shape, you should have seen him.”

God can’t even help her, Roman grunts before strolling away. Amelia sighs. “Listen, I know you’re just being a good person, but you don’t even know this guy. We just want you to be safe.” I know, you mumble, chewing on your hoodie’s string. She tips her head. “Let him stay the night if you want, but tomorrow, he leaves. I’m not playing around.”

“Tomorrow,” you reassure her before hanging up.

He had slept for a day and a half and you were starting to get worried but after contemplating throwing his body over the balcony, he was stretching like a newborn baby. “That was the best nap I’ve had in years.” You chuckle awkwardly at the stranger.

“That was most definitely not a nap.”

He smiles. “Did you sleep well?”

“So good,” you respond quickly and he would have settled with that if it weren’t for your dark under eyes.

“Shit, you haven’t slept?”

“I did, I promise!” Green eyes reflect intently as you crumble. “Okay, I didn’t, but it was only for two days.” Two? You cringe. “There was just one bed and I didn’t know whether you were-” You trail off.

“Wasn’t what?”

Maroon paints your cheekbones. “A psycho killer…” You can tell he’s offended by the way he rubs the tip of his nose, as if he’s trying to ease the tension.

“I’m not the Monster of Florence or anything like that,” he mutters as you begin to apologize, watching as he sits far enough away just in case you feel the need to bolt out the door. “But I understand why you don’t trust me. We don’t know each other…So, why don’t we work on that?”

It takes about an hour for him to tell you what he considers the basics about his entire persona, and you rant about your upbringing. He frowns.

“That must have sucked. Not having parents who believe in you.” You flinch at his truthful words.

“I think they’re starting to get it,” you pathetically try but even he can see right through your weak excuse. Focusing your attention onto your twiddling thumbs, you exhale. “How did your parents react when you told them you wanted to be a mechanic?”

The Monegasque seems stunned for a nanosecond before munching on a blueberry and crossing his arms. “Their only priority was for me to be happy and doing what I love.” You smile sadly.

“Are you happy? Do you love it?”

“It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

You feel a giggle bubbling inside your throat with the way he speaks about his job, but then you’d be doing the exact same thing that others do to you. He coughs. “So tell me, you really faked an injury?”

Your stomach hurts from how much Charles was making you laugh and before either of you knew it, the sun had set. “Did we really just waste an entire day?”

“I don’t see it as wasting my day. I really like talking to you.”

Forcing yourself to look away, you untuck your legs from underneath your butt. “Wanna grab something to eat?”

There’s a comfortable silence that lingers between you both as you walk the busy streets of Amalfi. “Do you really need to wear a beanie? It’s burning hot.” Looking around, he shrugs and continues walking.

You settled on sharing a plate of pasta since it was almost bedtime and neither of you weren't that hungry. “Good, right?” he questions the moment you shut your eyes about the delicious taste. You hum.

“Free orgasm right here.”

Choking on his food, he quickly takes a sip of water as you smack his back. “I think I’m good now,” he squeaks as you smile timidly. You can feel the way he judges you as you devour your fair share, but you can’t help it. Connecting your gaze to his, he looks away as he drops his fork against the fancy plate. “Thank you for letting me stay the night.”

“Oh. Yeah, no problem.”

The brunette chews on his bottom lip. “It was nice getting to know you, really.” You blink back dazed as he continues. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your trip.”

“You’re leaving?” Even your inquiry shocks you as he smiles back warmly. I don’t want to interrupt. You’re looking for peace, remember? Trying to think of a quick enough excuse, you say, “Having someone to keep me company doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. I-I mean if you’re not busy.”

Under the table, you were crossing your fingers as he took in your offer. The brunette nods. “I guess it could be fun.”

“You did the right thing,” Amelia congratulates you the next time you call her. “Rather be safe than sorry.”

Just then, Charles walks in with a bag of peaches, grinning proudly as he makes his way over. “Agreed. Listen Amelia, I have to go. Adventure awaits! Tell Roman that I miss him! Talk to you later!” Hanging up, you greet your roommate. Awkwardly, he passes you the juicy fruit.

“Friend back home?” You hum, biting down. Taking a bite of his own, he bows his head. “You miss your boyfriend?” You stop chewing.

“Boyfriend? Oh, you mean Roman?” He clenches his jaw, then relaxes. You cackle loudly. “He’s my best friend's boyfriend,” you clarify. “We’re close - all of us.”

“Oh.” Tossing the seed away, he rises up to his full height. “Wanna see something cool?”

“You got insurance?” you joke as he covers your eyes, leading you mysteriously. You’re not going to get hurt or die if that’s what you’re worried about. You giggle. Okay, we’re here. Removing his hands, you take a minute to adjust your eyesight. “What the fu-”

“Cool, right?”

You scoff. “Cool? This is beautiful.” Running over to the cherry red Ferrari, you reach out before turning back to the 26 year old. He nods. Delicately, you brush your hand against the leather seats. “Where did you get this?”

“I know a guy.”

“Mafia leader?”

“Ha-ha,” he mocks as he unlocks it, going in to open the door. “Hop in.”

Humid wind sends your hair flying as you let out loud shrieks from the speed. You don’t know how he found such an isolated spot, but you don’t ask questions with how much you enjoy the thrill. “Again, again!” you cheer as he does professional donuts. The car comes to a halt as you fling forward and he stays as straight as can be.

“How about I teach you?”

“Okay, put the car in gear.” Following instructions, you listen attentively. “Turn the wheel and floor it, but make sure to be alert and keep your foot on the brake just in case.” Swinging harshly, you let out a scream. “It’s okay, try again.”

After a while, you still couldn’t get it down and your frustration was starting to show. But he was patient, spilling out different versions of advice. Twist sharply. Biting on your bottom lip, you huff before trying again. His words circle your mind as you drive the Ferrari straight ahead before turning the wheel and pressing down on the gas. Your adrenaline picks up when you realize what you had just done.

“That was perfect!” Raising his hand out for a high five, you squeal as you smack it hard. He hisses, but you’re on a roll.

“Hold on, Charles, you're in for a ride.”

Though his car is moving fast, the Monegasque feels as if he’s stuck in slow motion as he admires the way you control the Ferrari. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t find any of this attractive. It took you a while, sure, but your determination got to him as he kept his eyes trained on you, peeking over at you where you sat mumbling the steps over and over. Arms maneuvering the wheel flawlessly, knotted hair fanning your face. Stepping on the break, he barely has a moment to react before he slams right onto the dashboard. You wince.

“I should have warned you, crap! But you were doing so good! Your head would not move an inch.” Admiration paints your voice. Embarrassed, he rubs his temple.

“I got a bit distracted, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” you mumble skeptically. Honking the prancing horse, you turn to him with a Cheshire Cat grin. “How about a drink, professor? My treat.”

“What’s the occasion?” the bartender asks as he fills two glasses of whiskey. I can do donuts now, you brag. His brows raise up in shock. “That’s impressive. It takes a good person to teach you.”

“It does, but lucky for me, I got it.” Discreetly you point over at Charles who sits with yet another baseball hat. “He’s pretty great.” The man's face drops as he leans against the table, getting closer to you.

“I’d say so! That’s Charles Leclerc.” Flabbergasted as to how he knows his name, you take the two drinks and raise them up as a silent thank you. “Free drinks on me if you need anymore, amore!”

On the way back to the small table, you ponder on the weird encounter. Had they met before? Perhaps Charles had fixed his car or something along the lines. Grazie, the Monegasque smiles as he takes a sip of the cool drink. You do the same, wide eyes shining at the taste. “Holy crap, this is good.” Swallowing the rest of the golden liquid, you signal at the bartender for the rest of the bottle. Nodding, he brings it over as Charles lowers his head, green eyes trained on his lap.

“It’s somehow sweet,” you narrate as you serve yourself another. “More?” He shakes his head, wavy hair following his movement. It’s the Italian charm. You hum against your cup. “Must be. Tastes like paradise.”

It’s safe to say that you were obsessed the minute you started growing tipsy. Squinting at the squawking girl who was pouring her heart out on the stage, microphone in hand, you snap your fingers loudly, jumping up. That. I want to do that! Your travel buddy chuckles. “You do?”

“Of course I do. Plus, my voice is all warmed up.” Massaging your throat, you march over at the little old lady who plays the tarnished piano. “Potrei cantare dopo?” She nods kindly before wrapping up the song. I have another one in me, the girl yelps as her friends pull her off stage.

“Oh great, a drunk removed for another drunk,” someone shouts out when you stumble on stage.

“Hey. Blame the delicious drinks!” Flipping through the book, you narrow your eyes. “This one,” you cheer excitedly as you whisper into her ear. She beams. No one ever asks for that one! Practicing against the keys, she nods as you twirl your way back on stage.

All eyes are on you as you play with the hem of your mini dress. Normally, you’d be a nervous wreck, and maybe the liquor helped, but you weren’t afraid of making a fool out of yourself.

“You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere.” Soft keys echo through the small bar - for sure a guitar would have been better, but something about the familiar instrument makes Charles feel cozy as he listens to your voice. It isn’t perfect - you were drunk after all - but it was enough to make everyone listen closely like you were some divine object.

Swaying, with you smiling sheepishly as you move your eyes through the crowd of strangers, and you’re glad the green eyed boy isn’t one of them. Is it fast enough so we can fly away? The brunette grins at you as you spin in your dress, ponytail fluttering like grass in the gentle breeze.

“So I remember we were driving, driving in your car. Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk. City lights lay out before us, and your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder.”

There is some sort of unexplainable shift inside of you as you feel yourself sober up with his intense stare. His brows are drawn softly, listening to your sweet voice, as if you would disintegrate and never be seen or heard of again. A click - you just clicked.

“And I had a feeling that I belonged. I had a feeling I could be someone.”

Kicking the door wide open, Charles carries you in as he settles you on the bed. You flop around like a fish out their tank for good measure, then pout, bare feet pressing up against his clothed abs. He halts. “I need to change…take off all my makeup...” All of it, you mouth, droopy eyes struggling to stay open.

“I can get you what you need.” Last time he dug through a girl's suitcase, on a mission to find all her essentials, he had a girlfriend. Pushing away his thoughts, he jogs back over to your limp body. “Okay, here you-”

Curled up like a rolly polly, you breath gently as you sleep. The 26 year old isn’t too surprised, but rather confused. Does he just leave you now? Pacing the room, he nibbled down on his nails as he weighed his options. He could let you sleep peacefully and possibly get a beating in the morning for leaving you to rot with all the nastiness or he could get it done quick - not look twice - and maybe still get a beating.

“I’ll be fast,” he mutters to himself as he grabs your makeup wipes. He tries to be as ginger about it, a cool towel erasing your light makeup. As soon as you scrunch your face up like a baby rabbit, he stops and rushes away. Good enough.

Now comes the complicated part. Slip the dress off, change her into her jammies. Easy peasy. But the more he thinks about it, the more he’s unsure. One night with your outside clothes won’t kill you.

“Take it off, Charles, please,” you grumble as you tug on your dress. His Adam's Apple bobs up and down with panic as he nods to himself. Green eyes flicker the room before they land on his t-shirt. Oversized - would cover you whole - fast.

As if he’s being chased down by the police, he runs over and in a quick motion, slides your dress off before tugging his shirt over your head, dropping your passed out body onto the bed and throwing the duvets over you. Grazie, you murmur from underneath as he sighs.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Fucking hell,” you groan, clearly feeling the awful hangover. After promising to never drink again, you rub your eyes as you yawn, focus becoming drawn to the black shirt. Your stomach drops. No, no, no. Hurrying to look for your phone, you quickly unlock it before freezing.

Who is Charlz Leclerk? You can’t even recall when you must've searched this up, but Google definitely understood your investigation.

"Tell me, Nico," you pout as you take a sip of your whiskey as you wait for Charles to come out of the bathroom. "How do you know my friend's name?"

He beams excitedly. “Amore! He’s…” Blinking harshly, you try your best to listen and read his lips as he makes funny hand gestures. For a second, you swore he was swerving an invisible car. Waving his hand, he laughs. "Look him up."

Monegasque racing driver; Formula One; Currently racing for Scuderia Ferrari.

“What?” you whisper as you throw your phone away, eyeing it like the plague. No. Charles was a mechanic - a mechanic, for god sakes.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” He tosses you a paper bag. “It’s a sandwich. Eat.”

How can he even look at you and act like everything is okay? Did he do anything wrong? No, not really, but why would he keep this from you? You’re surprised to find yourself feeling hurt by his secretive actions as he stares back innocently.

“Is it not good?” he questions when you chomp down sadly. It is, you reassure with a mouthful. “Hey, I was thinking we could go for a swim. The weather is nice out.”

“Mhmm,” you respond meekly. “Is it okay if I meet you there? I-I was thinking I could rinse my body first.”

The brunette nods. “I can wait for you.”

“No!” You blush at your eager tone. “We’ll just meet up.” Okay? Grabbing his things and yours, he strolls out the door, but not before gifting you a small wink. Call me if you get lost. “Asshole!” you cry out as he chuckles, slamming the door behind him.

In a matter of seconds, you’re already dialing work. “Lucy! Is Eleanor there?” Sweetheart, how are you? How’s the leg? The arm? Do you need me to- “I’m fine. Can you connect me to Eleanor, it’s urgent.” The older lady giggles as she switches you over.

“This better be good.”

Clearing your throat, you fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “I have an exclusive.”

Eleanor’s rich and elegant voice scoffs. “What about your arm?”

“Like you said,” you hum. “I still got my right one."

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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smut for carmen berzatto with “i don’t deserve you?” please and thank you xo

Carmen.

6. "You're my best friend." + 14. "I don't deserve you."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. combined 2 requests here - thank you sweet anons!! adore adore adore mr berzatto x

Pairing - Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing, angry carmen

Word Count - 950

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Admittedly, he's easier to overwhelm than he should be.

The smallest thing goes wrong, and all of a sudden he's spiralling. He panics, and he takes it out on whoever is closest.

Today is no different.

You're wiping down tables out front when you hear him yelling. He's cursing, screaming at his kitchen staff. He's got that sharp edge in his tone, so you know it must be bad.

You drop your cloth and stride towards the back of the restaurant, determined to see what all the fuss is about. You're met with the sight of 4 terrified chefs and Carmen, stood in the middle of the kitchen, shouting at Sydney.

"Are you incompetent, chef? Are you?"

Sydney doesn't often flinch, but even she looks scared this time. She doesn't answer, and it angers him further. He goes to insult her again, but your voice cuts through the room.

"Carmen!"

Everyone stops to look at you. You're notoriously calm, the most collected person in the establishment. If you're yelling, it must be serious.

Carmy locks eyes with you, and you see the immediate regret written all over his face.

"Okay, everyone go home," you demand. No one protests, all of them filing out silently. When they're gone, you speak again.

"What the hell was that?"

When he doesn't answer, you take a step closer to him.

"Carmen, you can't scream at your staff every time something goes wrong. If you're not careful, you're gonna end up running this place by yourself."

He's looking at you with his puppy dog eyes, running his hands through his hair repeatedly. You can see he's clearly struggling with something internally.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he replies too quickly. "I'm fine."

"Carmen, you're my best friend. I've known you since elementary school - I can read you like a book," you laugh. "Just be honest with me. What's wrong?"

"I just -" he sighs, and starts again. "I think I'm doing all of this wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to do everything the way my brother did it, and it isn't working."

He leans back against the counter, stress plaguing his shoulders.

"You kind of just solved your own problem," you explain, stepping forward so you're practically standing in between his legs. "You're trying to do everything the way your brother did it. But you're not him. You're Carmen."

"No one calls me Carmen but you," he chuckles.

"That's because you're my Carmen. No one else's," you wink.

He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat.

You lean forward and press your forehead to his, exhaling when you feel the tension leave his muscles temporarily.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers.

You pull back and cradle his face in your hands, looking at him intently.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you reassure. "You have me. I'm not going anywhere."

Carmy surges forward and smashes his lips against yours. You gasp in shock, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hands going to your hips to hold you to him.

This isn't the first time the two of you have kissed. In high school, you'd kiss at parties, occasionally makeout in his car, that one time after prom. But this is different. This kiss is charged.

You're tangling your fingers in his hair while he's grabbing at your ass, trying to pull you as close as he can. You break away for air and he kisses your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes.

"Not here, Carmen," you pant. "Office. Office, Carmen."

He picks you up around your middle and carries you, laughing when you squeal loudly, kicking your feet. As soon as you're through the office door, he's crowding you against the wall, desperately attempting to get your chefs jacket off. His fingers are shaking with want, and he's struggling with the buttons.

"Forget about me," you mutter against this lips. "This is about you. Call it stress relief."

You wink before dropping to your knees in front of him. He throws his head back at the sight, overwhelmed.

You untie his trousers and pull them down, pulling him out of his underwear. He's hot and hard and heavy in your hand, and you're realising you've thought about this more times than you'd care to admit.

"Let me take care of you, Carmen," you whisper, before taking him in your mouth.

You set a steady pace, head bobbing and hand moving in tandem. He's groaning, practically writhing, clearly trying not to move his hips.

"Don't hold back on me now," you say sternly, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks. He thinks you've never looked prettier.

"I don't - are you sure? I just - I need to -"

You cut him off by taking him back in your mouth, one hand gripping at the flesh of his thigh. He slowly starts to move his hips, gently and carefully. After a while, he learns your limits, and begins to thrust a little harder.

"Yeah, baby - fuck," he groans. "Just like that. Shit-"

You can tell he's close when his hips begin to stutter. One of his hands moves to grip your hair, and you moan when he tugs. The vibrations of the sound are his undoing, and he spills into your mouth, shuddering and groaning.

"Fuck, I don't deserve you," he mutters, pulling you up so he can slip his tongue past your lips to taste himself.

"Deserve or not, you have me," you echo from earlier. He laughs, and it's like you can see the tension melting from his body.

"My Carmen," you whisper against his lips. "My Carmen."

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twisted-lover-boys · 6 months

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Hey! It's me again! I have a request if you don't mind... Could you do a little headcanons with Azul dating a shark merperson? Their boyfriend/partner will be two times bigger underwater than on surface and their height on the surface is... lets just say... very tall. A little shorter than Leech twins, but still very tall. And lets add sharp teeth for them and narrow and vertical pupils. Lets give them a bad vision because if I know that correctly, sharks have a bad vision but they can sense smells well. Hmmm... and what about... I dunno like... they made a pinky promise in childhood that this shark merperson will protect Azul from bullies and Azul will be their friend forever no matter what?

If you don't like the idea, be free to decline my request!

(I'm sorry for my English I'm just usually talking in my home language and it's Kazakh so I'm sorry if I have grammar mistakes...)

The octopus and the shark

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shark shark shark shark SHARK

And don’t worry dear! Your English is fine!

But, as a biologist and local shark lover, let me shill to you rq. Sharks have amazing eyesight (10x better than a human’s), can smell prey up to a mile, and can hear lower frequencies than humans, some types of sharks are protective and faithful to their partners, and sharks have somewhere between 5-15 rows of sharp teeth which equates to up to 300 teeth!

Anyway, here ya go! I went absolutely ham since you gave me so much to work with so it’s pretty long

I’ll just place this here

Have fun!

Sorry I popped off

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Azul has known you since his childhood years. You often stayed close together since the kids at your school didn’t treat y’all well

He was a chubby little octopus while you were a tall shark, practically two times his size

You, like the tweels, were feared by other students. Your towered over many of your classmates, your sharp teeth always managed to peak out in your smile, and your huge pupils often scared other kids

Because of that, it prevented you from making many friends in elementary. Well, that was until Azul

You often protected him from bullies and the like. You didn’t really have to do much, you just stood there and growled and they’d go running like little minnows

And you only grew bigger from there. You were practically the size of a young teenager once you hit middle school and during the acceptance of NRC, you were the size of an adult shark

As you grew, as did your love for the little octopus you had called a friend for many years. Little did you know that he also felt the same. All it took was a little push from the tweels and then you ended up together

When it was time to go to NRC, you’d all have to adopt a human form in order to go. Good thing there were people willing to support merpeople living on land

On land though, your size was significantly smaller just like the tweels. You still had some good height but it wasn’t even comparable to your underwater form

Even though your height was cut from you, you still retained your sharp teeth and large pupils, though your irises were more visible so you looked somewhat human

Sadly, Azul didn’t gain any height from his transformation and he ended up needing glasses on the surface because of that. Oh well, he still looked cute to you

You and the tweels ended up acting as Azul’s “body guards” though you ended up actually garnering the title while the tweels were his “hit men” so to speak

Even though you’re seen as this big, rough, tough, mean dude, you still held your soft spot for Azul and show it as such

You love giving him little cheek and forehead kisses whenever you can. During your shift as the lounge, while he’s working on contracts, or even during the school day. Whenever it’s possible, you do it

Although Azul doesn’t show it much, he’s a big cuddler. From small hugs and hand holding to literally wrapping his body around yours, he just likes being close to you

Now, how about some events!

Azul really wanted you on his team during beans day because you were absolutely perfect. Your sheer height, you athletic ability, your amazing sight, hearing, and smell, literally his ticket for an easy win

On Halloween, you shine even more! Your appearance only adds to your costume and the scare routine they had for the magicam monsters. It honestly made it more fun

During the endless night and while Azul is being possessed by a ghost, he honestly worried about you. Were you taken as well? Did you get possessed? You were hurt? He didn’t dare think about it

Oh, the joy he felt when he finally saw you in this twisted ghost world. He did not leave your side for the rest of the night, before or even after the party

Lastly, the masquerade. Azul was absolutely floored by your masquerade look. You looked so handsome! He just wanted to spend the entire festival and party with you. Also, please help him with keeping up with the very energetic freshmen

However, once the flowers ravaged the city, he was quick to make sure that you were okay and prevented you from using your magic. If you don’t end up going with him to the tower, he will endlessly worry over you and if you end up loosing your magic. Don’t worry, you don’t because I say so

Azul always wondered how he managed to meet someone like you…

. . .

“Hey, what’cha doing?” Azul suddenly looked up from his pot, startled by the sudden voice above him.

You were above him, sharp smile and wide pupils just staring down at him. You were rather big for an elementary school boy since your head barely fit the top of the pot.

He could easily tell that you were a shark yet you showed no malice towards him like the other kids. But that doesn’t mean he’ll immediately trust you.

“N-Nothing! Go away!” The little octopus shouted. You only pouted in response.

“Aww, come on! I just wanna see!” You whined. Azul felt he wouldn’t get much done with you hovering over him so he decided to just tell you.

“Well…I-I’m learning magic.”

That was yesterday during recess. When he went back into his pot again to work, he was suddenly pushed over and pulled out of his pot.

A couple of the bullies from class stood over him, pointing and laughing at him, saying that he’d ink them if they got too close. He could easily recognize half of them. His heart hurt, he could feel the tears start pooling in his eyes

“Get away from him!!”

Someone yelled. A sand cloud formed. The bullies started screaming and running away, some were even scratched or forming bruises on their arms or faces.

When the could settled, a familiar face stood in front of him, holding his hand out to him. It was the shark from yesterday. You.

He hesitated in taking your hand, but did so nonetheless. You helped him sit up and even lifted his pot back upright.

“Are you okay? Those stupid kids, they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

The worry in your voice, the concerned look on your face…why?

“Why…did you help me?” The answer seemed simple.

“Because it’s not right for people to treat others like that just because they’re different! It’s stupid! They’re stupid for thinking that way!”

It was such a passionate answer from you.

“Thank you.” The little octopus said. You smiled, your sharp teeth and multiple rows showing. Now you didn’t seem so scary, not that you ever were to him.

“Hey, if I promise to protect you from the bullies, can we be friends?” The wonder and curiosity in your eyes charmed the octopus. Azul had no choice.

“Sure. Let’s be friends. Your name?”

“Oh! It’s…”

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“Azul! You okay?”

Azul snapped out of his daydream. He was in his office, a small pile of contracts in front of him. You were standing in front of him, still as tall as ever.

“You were daydreamin’ again, weren’t you?” Your eyes, pupils still wide even back then, and teeth poking out like fangs, showed a concerned look on your face. You really haven’t changed.

“Oh, y-yes, I’m fine, dear. Just thinking…”

You knew what he was thinking of. As much as you knew how he wanted to forget those years of his life, you didn’t. They were a part of him. You wanted him to accept that.

“Hey, I kept my promise didn’t I? Even now as we’re older, I still intend to protect you from anyone willing to hurt you. You believe me, right?”

Oh, how could he resist your adorable face.

“Of course I do, dear. I haven’t forgotten it.”

Azul brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles before standing up from his desk. He walked around the side before facing you, letting you place small kisses on his cheek and forehead before reaching his lips.

As much as Azul wanted to continue, you both had work to do.

“Finals are coming up. It’s time for the plan.”

You nodded in response. As he grabbed the contracts and walked out of his office, you trailed behind not too far from him. You smiled. You were glad his years of hard work were being kind to him, even though he still had much to learn.

Maybe he would, one day.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader

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mushroommanstan · 1 year

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university!au please!! infamous!shiggy with average s/o 🤼‍♀️ pls i

Oh anon, how did you know I’ve been wanting to write a college au Shig for a while? You must be psychic or something, very impressive!

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Creepy Tenko Part One:

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Anyways, I know you want the smut and shit but there’s a few things about Tenko that make him so infamous.

First off, his backstory. Basically, he was kidnapped by AFO as usual, but he was rescued by heroes this time a few months after. Unfortunately, a lot of damage had already been done.

The heroes were embarrassed as hell that they took so long to save him, and as a publicity act, paid to put him through elementary school, middle school, high school and hell even college. The big package.

Because of that, his entry was guaranteed since he was like 6. Obviously, this is gonna turn some heads.

Now this guy was infamous around campus for many reasons. For starters, growing up murdering his family and spending a summer with your local serial killer is gonna be the headline of his life. Everyone knows about that, and he doesn’t even deny it.

Also, because of that experience he has major ptsd and schizophrenia, causing a few tiny violent outbursts throughout his childhood. But it’s fine, he’s medicated now… most of the time.

He’s also very aloof, not talking to anyone if he can help it. He’s used to bullying, and at this point has pretty much given up making any friends. He’s so used to people being scared of him, just like his old master said, that he kind of embraces it, not even trying to hide when he stares at people for hours on end.

Oh yeah, and the stares. This guys got a dark ass aura. His blazing red eyes burn a hole in the back of the women he stares at. He’s a smart guy, he doesn’t need to pay attention to the whole lesson to get the gist. So lucky him, he can spend the rest of the class period staring at some chick while discreetly touching himself under the desk. Make eye contact with him if you dare.

The thing that completely tanked his reputation however, was when one guy got pissed at him for making goo-goo eyes at his girlfriend all day. He stopped him on his way to his dorm, punching him which made him stumble.

Something flew out of his hoodie pocket, and the man picked it up, students gathering around as he faced poor Tenko.

Tenko looked mortified, tears gathering in his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at his attacker. He was looking at his stolen object. The assailant hadn’t gotten a good look at what he was holding, and by the look on the freaks face it meant something to him.

The other students who gathered around screamed, some running to hurl in the nearby trash cans. When he finally looked at what he was holding it took him a good second to figure out what it was.

It was cold and grey. Fleshy with a golden back and… fingernails. Wait… was that… oh my god.

He yelled throwing the detached hand into the air, Tenko diving to catch it. He could feel himself losing control, his old senseis voice overtaking his brain and making his whole body shiver. He-he needed to calm down.

Tenko rose, pressing the cool hand into his face as he took deep breaths. He stopped trembling, and for a second, even with the screaming and yelling and trampling, everything was calm.

Obviously he got in trouble for having a murder scene victim’s body part in his possession, but Tenko knew from experience that no matter whatever bullshit they tried to scare him with, they couldn’t expel him.

He was like a mascot for the heroes’s new scholarship program. No way they would let him get expelled just because he kept a memento of his lost family. So, like always they payed them off. But the students remembered, and the guy who held the disembodied hand needed therapy.

So, not only was he a creep who got off to pictures of feet in the bathroom during homeroom, he also was a creep who kept a souvenir of his first murder victim with him at all times. Weird weird weird.

And then you came along.

He didn’t think much of you, that was, until you decided to sit down in one of multiple empty seats bordering his desk. No one ever sits this close.

Well… he had to admit… you were pretty. With your silky (h/c) hair, and your brilliant eyes, and your juicy, plump…. Eh-hum, personality.

He couldn’t stop himself from staring, not like he tried. You’ll learn soon enough that he’s a creep, and then he’ll be alone again. Yep. All on his own. Terrific.

His eyes bore into you, not just in one place but all over. Scanning over your body and memorizing every detail. From this close he could truly see how smooth and soft your skin was. And he could smell your perfume. What was that, lilac?

“Oh, do you like the perfume? I just got it! It’s lilac!”

Shit. You must have a mind reading quirk. He could feel his face growing bright red at the idea of you seeing the foul things he imagined in the last minute or so.

Truthfully you only knew because you could hear him sniffing the air like a puppy exploring a grassy field for the first time.

As the class went on you looked at him occasionally, not flinching whatsoever at the intense eye contact he returned. You had to admit… he was pretty cute. With eyes like those he should be the center of attention yet here he is sulking in the back of the class. Well, whatever, not your business.

The professor droned on about who knows what, making the both of you slump over your desks with boredom. You were praying for an oasis in the midst of this dry, dull desert of a classroom, when you heard a familiar sound.

Beep-boop, boop bleep!

You could recognize that sound anywhere! That was… that was…

You had to stop yourself from slamming your hands on the table in shock. The cute guy sitting next to you was playing the limited edition “Super Hero Adventure Deluxe” for the gameboy advance. (Not an actual game I think)

Aka, the only game in the Super Hero Adventure franchise you had yet to play. The one you had scoured EBay for forever. Holy shit, marry me!

You couldn’t help yourself, despite not knowing this guy in the slightest you pressed yourself into his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him and causing almost everyone to stop and look at you. You looked down at the pixelated screen, currently being death gripped by gloved hands as your cheek smushed against his fluffy black hair.

Tenko could feel his body shutting down from the inside. The sudden physical contact, the fact it was from a hot girl, and the realization she had an interest in his favorite game was all too much. Everyone watched as he pushed you away, screaming at you to stay away from him with some fairly colorful language.

Your expression darkened, and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Having used to people tucking in their tail, he had to say he was not at all prepared for this. He didn’t actually want to fight you, he just wanted you to back off! … don’t make him fight you, you’re the first girl to touch him in years.

You both held intense eye contact for what felt like forever, but in reality was for only a second.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understand?”

Oh boy. Oh-ho-ho BOY you were awakening something in him he didn’t know he had. His face turned tomato red and his ire-filled glare turned into a soft gaze filled with child-like wonder. Not being able to speak he shakily nodded, hand raising up to feel along the one gripping his shirt. His fluffy hair bounced a little as he nodded.

You let go, returning to your seat with a huff and turned your head, and you were met with the utterly shocked faces of your classmates. They looked at you like you had just slain a dragon.

Meanwhile Tenko said nothing, face still completely red as his foggy mind spent the rest of class processing these new feelings that came up. The way you touched him, the way you scolded him! It was so… mean. So entitled. So dominant.

He wants more.

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Believe me, I will be doing a part two! Thanks again for the ask, it finally gave me the kick in the pants I needed to write this!

#shigaraki tenko #my hero academia #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #my hero academia shigaraki #boku no hero academia tomura #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #college au shigaraki

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shhh-secret-time · 4 months

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HIII could you do Kyle x reader where it's a soulmate au?? plsss and thank uuu

Anon you were so patient with me! Thank you! And thank you for requesting my favorite boy! I'm so down bad for the sweet red head.

Warning: Strong Language, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Pairings: Kyle x GN!Reader

'Oh my god! I'm going to fucking kill him.'

The tips of your fingers traced the golden ink like sentence on your palm, watching as the cursive font danced across your skin. It happened every morning at eight on the dot, a new sentence would sketch itself into your skin. When it first happened, you thought maybe someone drew on you when you weren't paying attention, especially since the next day the words changed. But the font was beautiful and shimmered in the light, what pen could do something like that?

Later as the years went by you learned that apparently you had a soulmate, and these were their thoughts. Whoever they were scared you sometimes with the things they thought about, usually very violent thoughts. It made you wonder what type of person they were. I mean you were sure they wouldn't act on it; you've thought tons of things but that didn't mean you were a bad person. It almost made you wonder what your soulmate thought of your inner voice.

South Park was a small town, not many people chose to actually live in a town that was riddled with a backwater run down mentality. It was famous for all the wrong reasons, but that meant everyone kind of knew each other, or at the very least of each other. The kids you went to elementary with followed you to middle and you followed them to high school. Now here you were in community college sitting in the library with the few people you could call friends.

Bebe Steven's was the first person to call you a friend, so her friends became yours, adopting you into their little group. A close-knit group of people who cared about you, what more could you ask for?

"I can't do it anymore Wendy, please!" Speaking of the blonde, the poor girl was slumped over the table with her cheek pressed into the math textbook. Her bottom lip was poking out and if you didn't know her so well you would swear those crocodile tears were real.

"Bebe you barley passed the last test, and that's because you were copying off of Nicole!" Wendy sighed as she gave into the pitiful whine of her friend, reaching over to pat the top of her curls.

"I knoooow but can't we just have a little break? Pleaaaase! I need to spill some tea!" Bebe sprung up and you knew what was coming. Bebe had a secret weapon, the most powerful puppy eyes in South Park. Before Wendy could avert her eyes, she delivered the killing blow. "Please Wendy? Just ten minutes~ it's super hooooot tea~."

You smiled softly at the both of them, shooting Wendy a look of pity as you watched in real time her lose the internal battle. Wendy's shoulders slumped forward, and she finally smiled.

"Fine...ten minutes and then we're going back to work."

"Yes!" Bebe cheered as she threw her arms around Wendy, pulling her into a tight hug. "SO, guess who found their soulmate!"

You tensed up at the subject maybe without even realizing it, you pulled your sleeve over your palm and held it up to your mouth. You had a horrible habit of chewing on your bottom lip to keep yourself from protesting the conversation.

"Who?"

"Mercedes!"

"Like...waitress Mercedes?"

"Yeaaah! Ugh she's so lucky! I wanna find mine already! At least you're in the same boat I am." Pulling herself from Wendy, Bebe turned to look at you with a smile.

"Y... yeah. Wait Wendy is too, isn't she?" You muttered past your sleeve.

"No! Wendy already knows hers! She's just not doing anything about it!" Bebe sneered and crossed her arms under her chest, her lips pursed into a pout.

"But...why?"

"I just want to focus on me right now. School is important and I don't know, I've got time." Wendy replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

You stared at her in awe, there were times when you couldn't help but admire her. Wendy seemed like she had it all figured out, like she knew what she wanted from life and wasn't afraid to grab ahold of it.

Maybe you should take a page from her book, start doing things for you. The fear of your soulmate being some terrifying violent person shouldn't stop you from at least trying to find them.

It was as if the conversation was breathing life back into Bebe, she perked up and grinned at you. But when your eyes met hers all you could see was the mischief in them, if you didn't know better you'd swear it was excitement.

"Apparently the closer you get to your soulmate the words on your palm with change! You'll be able to tell what they're thinking in real time! Haaaave yours changed yet?" Bebe sung out, her hands reaching across the table to gentle take yours.

She flipped your hand over, so your palms were facing up, her beautiful done red nails seemed to contrast yours. She traced them across the font on your palm with a hum. "Or are you like Wendy and you're waiting? You've gotta know right?"

"N...no I don't. I've been-", you stopped and bit your bottom lip again, "... kind of afraid to find out who it is."

"What? Why?" Bebe took your hand and gave it a squeeze like she was trying to reassure you to keep going.

That's when you pulled your sleeve up the whole way so she could see the rest of the sentence. Their eyes widened and silence fell over the three of you. You kept your eyes on your lap as you let them read it so you missed Wendy's little head tilt. The words ringing in her ears like she could hear it. No, it couldn't be...could it?

"Well, they're just thoughts, right? It's not like whoever it is will actually do it! Come on hun you can't let that stop you! Just, like, pay extra close to your palm today! There might be something sweet on there if they're nearby!"

You furrowed your brows at that if they were nearby? Maybe it was a little harder to tell when everyone in the school wore gloves because of how cold it was, you included. After a few moments of debating between everything you nodded at her and decided you'd keep your gloves off today. With that Wendy's phone chimed letting your little group know that your ten minutes were up, and it was time to get back to studying, but now you were out of it. You couldn't focus on learning anything else but your palm, watching the font like if you blinked you'd miss it.

But nothing changed, the threat on your palm stayed for the rest of the study session. With a sigh you packed your things and got ready to leave the library, the girls hugging you tightly as they went their own way. Leaving into the halls of the school, passing past other students whose voices seemed to fade into the background. But despite your attempts to smother everyone else out, no one could really tune out South Park's famous boys. Stan and Kyle were standing by their lockers talking and for once it was Stan that seemed to be getting under Kyle's skin.

"Dude, this is the fourth time you've blown me off! Come on, we made these plans last week!"

"I know man, but the band needs me! We've got a gig coming up and we have to get more practice in! I'm sorry Kyle, I'll make it up to you!" Stan shot him an apologetic look.

Kyle sighed and simply rolled his eyes, "Sure dude, one of these days I'm going to cash in all of the times you said you'll make it up to me."

Stan let out a laugh and wrapped his arm around the taller man's neck bringing him down to his level. You smiled at the both of them, you didn't know Stan very well, but Kyle was always nice to you. You admired the fact that he always spoke his mind, whoever his soulmate was had to be the luckiest person on earth. Not only because of how sweet he was, but again he always spoke his mind, there was no guessing at what he was thinking. You peered down at your palm again and blinked in surprise, it had changed.

'He's lucky he's my best friend.'

Oh. Oh.

'Are they looking at me? Do I have something on my face?'

You could feel your heart rate pick up, eyes bouncing between your palm and Kyle. Your head was now on a swivel looking around as if the answers would emerge out of the many groups walking around. When Stan broke away from Kyle with his guitar on his back, the red head began putting his books away. There you stood, glued to this spot watching him with intense eyes. So, when he turned and saw your passionate gaze he couldn't help but flinch on the spot, but he couldn't tear his eyes from you.

Your palm changed again. You couldn't believe it. Just a minute ago you were telling your two best friends about how you were afraid to meet your soulmate and now here he was. This felt almost too cliche, like the universe was tired of you trying to run from it. And now here you were standing in the hall, a few steps away from someone who was supposed to be yours. Did he know? Probably not from how quiet you were and how you liked to keep to yourself. So now here you were with all that knowledge and nowhere to run.

'Their eyes are so pretty; I don't know why I've never noticed before.'

Was he trying to kill you? You felt the compliment go straight to your heart, making it speed up. Your face was turning red at his words, even if he didn't say them, you could almost hear them. You felt something in your chest tug you towards him, like your heart was leaping in his direction and demanding that you listen to it. Kyle watched as you made your way to where he was standing, moving through the halls like nothing else matters.

"Um...hey, is everything okay?" Kyle nervously looked down at you, he couldn't help wondering why his heart was racing so hard.

Sure, you were attractive, but that wasn't all you were. Sure, he really liked your laugh when he heard you talking with Bebe and Wendy, and he secretly wished he made you laugh like that. Sure, you had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, but he would never tell you that. How could he? What if you thought he was a freak and oh my god you're saying something and he's not paying attention.

"- so yeah, can you take your gloves off for me?"

"H-huh my gloves? Uh sure." Kyle shook himself out of his trance, he didn't know why you needed his gloves off but that was his fault for not paying attention.

As he removed his gloves you got a glance at his palm looking for any signs of words on his palm.

'I never realized how tall he is.' Those were your thoughts. Your thoughts were on his palm, and he doesn't even realize it yet.

"Did you need to borrow them? Are you cold?" He's asking you with such a soft voice, care laced in his tone.

"No no I just um okay this is going to sound really strange... b-but can you think of an animal for me?"

"An... animal? Like my favorite animal?"

"Sure. That works." You chuckled at the confusion on his face, brows furrowed together in deep thought which was exactly what you wanted.

'Fox.' That's cute.

"Your favorite animal is a fox?" You asked looking up from your palm with a smile.

"Huh but I... how did-" He stopped. The whole situation came crashing down onto him, his mouth opened to say something, but nothing would come out. So now he just looked like a fish gasping for air.

"Yeah I- wow this is it. I think you're my soul-mate Kyle." As you showed him your palm you almost had to laugh about how many times you've flashed it at people today.

Those deep forest green eyes of his watched the golden light on your palm swirl and change as his thoughts did. The tips of his ears turn red as he desperately tries to keep his thoughts under control, soulmate or not he didn't want to scare you off with stupid shit his brain comes up with.

"Is um...is your favorite animal on my palm too?" No. It wasn't.

'His eyes are like emeralds.'

"You think my eyes are like emeralds?"

"You think my smile is cute?" You shot back with a small smirk making him look away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

Kyle and you stood in silence for a few moments, hearts racing and nervous shifting from foot to foot. "So, um...my weekend is free do you wanna grab a coffee?"

"I'd love to get coffee with you Kyle~" You let out a laugh, your hand coming up to cover your smile, but it was stopped by his.

The warmth of his hand beating back the chill of yours, they were softer than you thought they'd be. His thumb nervously rubs against your knuckles enjoying the way your hand felt in his, so much smaller but it fit so perfectly. Kyle smiled brightly at your response, a wave of relief washing over him and a breath he didn't know he was holding. He took the first step towards the door with you in tow, a soft glow between the both of you. Something deep inside of you felt complete, like pieces of a puzzle or links of a chain.

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"Eh?!" Perhaps he exclaimed a little too loudly, but Seyoon was surprised. Why would anyone want to know his thoughts on relationships? What did the company know? Perhaps someone saw him somewhere? Mentioned something they shouldn't?

Or perhaps this was simply innocent curiosity from a coach who had always been friendly. "No, no, I am totally cool with answering some questions." Seyoon smiled cheerfully, putting a lid over his paranoia for now. "I got time, let go for it!" He sat cross-legged, stretching his arms over his head, carefully feigning ease for the show he was about to put on.

how do you choose who you spend time with?

"I am pretty easygoing," he replied. "If someone wants my time, I would give it to them."

Well, he'd hang out with them once to test if they get along. After that, whether or not he'd see them again depended on how much fun he had during their first meeting, how good-looking they were, and who else they were competing with that day/night.

How could he possibly have enough time? What about his social battery?

Oh, don't worry, Seyoon had enough time to spare - he wasn't nicknamed the Stamina King of the North for nothing. He was perfectly fine running on three hours of sleep and could comfortably party until 3 every night for whole weeks straight. When he first came to Korea and felt lost after...finding out the truth about his birth, he spent some months doing nothing but partying. Man, that was a time. As for social battery...guess his just drained very slowly.

if you were in desperate need, who would you turn to?

Nobody.

God?

Ha, guess nobody's correct then.

That would not be a great answer for dear coach, though, would it?

"My family, I guess!" Lie. He would rather die than burden his loved ones. "My friends too, they are all pretty good to me." Lie. They were good to him, but trust was hard to give. Of course, Seyoon had some people he'd lean on more than the others. He trusted a few in his circle to take care of his physical needs, like hunger, exhaustion, or whatever.

Seyoon supposed the truth for anything beyond that would be nobody and he'd either have to get himself out of the pickle or whoever happened to find him in a state of desperation could decide whether or not to lend a hand.

what's your idea of romance?

Oh hell if he should know.

Seyoon squirmed uncomfortably as his brain struggled to piece together a Legacily correct answer. "Um...romance is like, when there's...I guess, love?" He felt like an elementary school kid caught unable to spell the word bee. "Uhhh and love is...um....when somebody is...devoted to me? Thinks of me, takes care of me, and would...die for me?"

He realized he said 'me' quite a few times in that sentence.

"And I mean, I would do the same for them!" Lie.

The truth was, if someone would ever unfortunately fall in love with Seyoon, they'd have to give him everything. And in exchange, he might be able to give that person something. It won't be a lot, but it would be more than what he gave everyone else...and it would be more than what he thought he was ever capable of giving.

who is the most important person in your life?

"My grandmother." It was an honest answer. Normal people would answer their parents, wouldn't they? Or their siblings? While it was true that Seyoon loved his mother and father, stepmom and baby brothers, grandma was on a different tier. She made him toast and knitted him sweaters. Taught him how to grow vegetables and make homemade jams. She read him fairy tales and listened to his boring school stories. They watched nature videos together and she was the one who said go for it when he lacked the courage to ask a girl to the middle school dance. Every day was a good day with his grandmother! She had never disappointed him, never hurt him like everybody else that mattered, and was the most important person ever!

have you ever lost anyone important to you?

"Lost...someone?" Seyoon's smile became stiff. Once fucking again he was reminded of a kid who had died too young. Except this time, instead of a splatter of blood or a pale-faced ghost, he saw a piece of memory featuring two idiots splashing around in a pool. They were laughing, yelling, and having a jolly good time. The kid who died said I wish we could stay like this forever and he, while trying to crack open a can of soda, mumbled uh-huh, yeah.

"Have I..." His chest tightened, but he pretended to not feel it.

Why wouldn't we stay together? You are my best fri-

"Lost..."

On his seventeenth birthday, the wind was howling extra loud. Seyoon cranked up the music to drown out its cries. It was supposed to be such a wonderful night.

"No," Seyoon said in the end. "I haven't lost anybody. Nobody of importance, anyway." Truth? Lie? He pretended he couldn't tell.

#I forced seyoon to talk about love HAHAHA #thanks for the opportunity #lgc:cupdate004

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koolkat9 · 1 year

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👀

AU Ask Game

ACE Family School AU

Arthur is a middle school English teacher. Matthew and Alfred, twin brothers and foster kids are both in his class. But Alfred is a troublesome student, always talking, not handing things in and overall is distracted and is a distraction to his classmates. He's on the verge of failing. Arthur tries everything, opening the door for Al to ask for help, punishing Alfred for his poor behaviour, but Alfred doesn't respond to any of it. It gets to the point that he's going to have to call home.

But then Matthew, Alfred's twin comes up to Arthur at lunch begging Arthur to help Alfred.

"I can't do that lad unless he comes to me," Arthur says.

“B-But he’s…h-he’s going to be in so much trouble when Ms. Lynda (name possibly subject to change, it's just a place holder) finds out she’s going to…”

Matthew is on the verge of tears and Arthur isn't sure what to do. He was never good with crying children.

“Now, now Matthew,” Arthur chastises, “There is no need for tears. Tell your brother to come to me and I’ll try to help.”

“But he won’t listen to me,” Matthew suddenly yells, “Nobody will! A-And Alfred…He’s given up and I’m just…I’m scared.”

Arthur finally agrees to try harder to help Al and it seems to calm Matthew enough for him to head to lunch.

Monday rolls around and Arthur tries his last attempt to reach out to Al, asking him to stay after class. He lays everything out: his grades are slipping, he's a distraction in class, he better change his attitude and reach out for help if he needs or Arthur will have to call home.

Something flashes in Alfred’s eyes and Arthur feels his stomach jolt. But other than that, the boy’s posture remains defiant. “Go ahead,” Alfred taunts.

“Your brother is worried, you know,” Arthur says, going for a different tactic.

“He shouldn’t…He’s the perfect, successful one.”

Ah so that was what was wrong. “I offer help at the end of every class. If you’re struggling you should come to me with questions.”

“Why do you care?” Alfred bites back.

“Because I’m your teacher and it’s my job.” Alfred doesn't seem moved and Arthur’s patience is wearing dangerously thin. “Fine,” Arthur hisses, “I was trying to be nice, but if I hear a peep from you next class you’re getting a call home. Understood?”

Alfred just shrugs before running out of the room.

The next day Matthew comes in at lunch, Alfred trailing behind. “Mr. Kirkland, could we go over the meaning of today’s poem again?” Matthew asks, “I don’t think I got a good grasp on it.”

Arthur is confused by this. Matthew had done so well in his journal so why was he, but then Arthur meet Alfred’s eyes. The boy has his arms crossed, but he seems to have his attention set on Arthur. Arthur makes a little ‘Oh’ sound as all the pieces fell into place.

“Well…It’s rather simple once you know what to look for,” Arthur begins, pulling out his book of children’s poetry. “What sticks out to you. Alfred, maybe you could help your brother by pointing something out.”

Alfred complies with a huff and the three discuss the line Alfred chose. They go through the whole poem and Alfred offers some interesting readings that not even Arthur considered. But eventually the lunch bell rings and Arthur has to dismiss the two boys. He makes sure to compliment them, giving an extra compliment to Alfred who blushes slightly and runs off.

Francis, the French teacher and Arthur's rival/friend since elementary school sees all this and decides to tease Arthur a bit. “I know you said you were terrible with children, but I didn’t think you were that bad.”

“You’re losing your edge Bonnefoy. Now if you excuse me, I have a salad to get to.”

“Mon Dieu. With your cooking I’m surprised you can prepare anything. My offer is always there, let me take you out to lunch, just once.”

“Over my dead body,” Arthur growls, slamming his door closed.

So Arthur, Matthew and Alfred start regularly meeting at lunch or after school to "help Matthew." When the next test/assignment rolls around, Alfred does better than Arthur has ever seen.

Things are going a bit better for the boys now at least in Arthur's class, but the more time he spends with the boys, the more concerned he becomes for their home life. He starts to suspect they don't have support at home. If they do, it's not affective perhaps harmful given how anxious Matthew seemed about the idea of Arthur calling home. So Arthur decides to meet this guardian.

And he can immediately see why Alfred seemed so unwilling to do better. Ms. Lynda is distracted, not seeming to want to be there. The only time she actually looks lively is when Arthur let's slip about Alfred's grades being poor in the past. She seems much more aggressive assuring Arthur she'll "talk" to Alfred. But he assures her that's not necessary as his grades have greatly improved with help.

He learns Ms. Lynda sees Al as a problem child, always in trouble, distracted, not doing what he's supposed to. It kind of makes Arthur squirm because that's exactly how he felt about Al at first, but over the past couple months, he's gotten to know the boy and how capable he is. He just needed a little extra push and an environment who built him up instead of tearing him down.

At the end of the day, Matthew comes rushing into Arthur's office in tears.

“Alfred says he’s running away,” Matthew wails

“Whoa, Whoa slow down there Matthew,” Arthur says gently, handing the boy a tissue, “What’s wrong with Alfred?”

"He’s running away. We were about to walk home but…but he…he just said he wasn’t going home and th-then took off. He said it was better this way…Ms. Lynda is going to…”

“Shh,” Arthur hushes, “It’s going to be okay. I’ll call Ms. Lynda and tell her Alfred is with me, going over today’s lesson. You just go home and don’t worry about a thing.”

“O-Okay."

He probably legally had to contact the guardian, but he didn't exactly trust her and he probably should request a welfare check. But right now he had to find Alfred and make sure he was okay. He eventually finds Al at a nearby park on the swing set.

“May I join you?” Arthur asks.

Alfred throws him a glare, before picking up his speed, swinging higher and higher. Arthur let out a sigh. “Is this about the meeting?”

Alfred just kept pumping, ignoring the question completely.

“I know I had promised you I wouldn’t call if your grades started to improve, but I was concerned about Ms. Lynda’s attitude towards you two. I had to see it for myself.”

“Did you call her this time?” Alfred sneers.

“Yes, but she only thinks you’re getting some extra help.”

Alfred is still annoyed and jumps off the swing. But he didn't slow down enough and so he ends up falling and scrapping his knee. And he just starts sobbing, unable to hold back any more.

Arthur takes a seat beside him, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Alfred latches onto Arthur, hugging him tightly and sobbing into his side.

“Why…Why do you care so much?”

‘Because it’s my job,’ echoes at the front of Arthur’s mind. The mechanical response he had been using for the past couple weeks, but the more he watched Alfred open up, the less that response became true. “Because…” Arthur begins, swallowing the lump forming in his throat, “Because I’m worried about you. You’re a bright young man Alfred and you deserve an environment where you can thrive in.”

Arthur just lets Al cry for a bit, just letting him get it all out. This seemed to be coming for awhile. Once Al is a little calmer, Arthur proposes they get ice cream and Alfred immediately lights up.

but eventually they have to return to the school and Al has to go home.

“I don’t want to go,” Alfred murmurs.

Arthur doesn't really want to send Alfred back to that house either. “I’m sorry Alfred but…there isn’t much I can do for tonight. But you have my word, I will do everything I can to help you and your brother.”

Arthur can't sleep that night, too worried about the two boys and what will become of them after the check-in. That's when he starts considering something: he could adopt them. He tries to brush it off, but the thought won't leave him alone.

Alfred and Matt end up getting moved into a more supportive home, but amongst the shake up and the questioning my child protective services, Alfred's began to slip again, but Arthur isn't about to let him fall. He even tries to help him in other subjects. And Alfred passes.

Not long after, Arthur starts the adoption process. By winter of the following year, everything is place, so all that's really left is the trial period to see if Arthur's home is a good fit for the two boys.

When he goes to pick them up, he's nervous. Is this too soon? Will the boys even want him as their father? Well he didn't have to be their father, but would they even want him as their guardian?

The boys are delighted to see him when he comes to their new home. It's touching, but he has business to get down to. “Lads, we need to have a serious conversation.”

The twins turn to each other, brows furrowed.

“Now…I want you to know that you have a say in what happens going forward. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way and I don’t want you to end up somewhere you don’t want to be.”

“Stop being cryptic Sir,” Alfred whines, “It’s winter break I’m not supposed to be analyzing things.”

Arthur chuckles lightly. “Forgive me Alfred, but what I’m trying to get at is…If you would like…Would you be interested in…Coming to live with me?”

“What?” The boys gasp, almost in unison.

“I…w-w-well…I’d like to adopt you. Both of you if you’ll–” Arthur is cut off by Alfred barreling into his stomach, almost knocking the unsuspecting Brit over. Matthew soon joins them, though he approaches them more gently.

“Do I still have to call you Mr. Kirkland?” Alfred suddenly asks.

Arthur laughed, shaking his head. “No, Arthur would do just fine.”

“How about Dad?” Matthew pipes up.

Arthur’s heart leaps into his throat “Whatever you want,” he chokes out, squeezing the two just a little bit tighter.

He takes the two home with him and finds Francis's car in the drive way. Francis has heard the news about the adoption and has decided to come over to cook a celebratory dinner since Arthur can't cook.

While the boys go look at their new rooms, Arthur and Francis are left alone in the kitchen.

“Arthur Kirkland, single father, never thought I’d see the day,” Francis chuckles as Arthur seats himself at the bar.

“Me neither.”

“It's not going to be easy–”

“Do you think I don’t know that?”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Francis tuts, “It’s not going to be easy, but I’m here for you if you need help.”

Arthur considers snapping at Francis that he doesn't need help, but he doesn’t because he can’t deny that he’s worried and he’ll need all the help he can get. Instead he says: “Thank you…I might take you up on that.”

Now this will hopefully be a fic I start on once my other long fics finish. And I already see a sequel possibly happening where Fruk gets together.

#hetalia #hws #au ask game #au asks #ace family middle school au #ace family #face family #kind of #hws england #hws america #hws canada #hws france #implied child neglect

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Omg we sharing drama rn!! Oh do I got tea to spill!!!

I usually do stage crew for my schools production along with a few other people in my grade. However there is this one sophomore (coughPurplecough) that has been doing this since 6 th grade😨. I only joined like 2 years ago. Our production was mama Mia this year. While everyone is moving things around blah blah blah Purple is just sitting on her phone! We had litteral actors helping us move because she wouldn't get up. She has been doing this for all 3 of the productions we had to do for mamma Mia(1 for elementary + 2 for the parents). So when I noticed that she's not doing anything. I ask her Hey, can you move the vanity? She then asks me what vanity and I like the one on the stage and she like says. Yes, sure, and so I tell all the middle schoolers. And like all the actors don't touch the vanity. Purple's gonna be moving it and all the actors are like you're gonna keep it on? You're gonna vet yelled at. And I'm like OK, that's fine. Purple. Isn't doing anything at all? She needs to do something. 5 minutes before the scene change where we have to change it into a wedding thing.Purple has to go pee and obviously my close friend We're gonna call him Curly, he asks her. Hey, where are you going? We have a scene change in 5 minutes and purple says oh, I'm just going to the bathroom and Curly says Hey. Yeah, just hurry up. I guess we kind of need you out here. Purple takes like 9 minutes to get out of the bathroom and so curly goes and talks to them is like. Yeah, we really needed you out there actor's had moved the Vanity and reminder purple's been doing this since they were like 11. Purple gets all like defensive and does not a weird fake sad thing. Like cross your arms and Huff. Stare at people and then Huff again. until the bows they go up to curly because Curly was complaining to his twin brother. I'm just gonna call him 6. Because he's 6 foot one, about how awful purple's being purple comes up to Caroline's. Like I'm gonna lead bows. Purple was doing this all that she can get to be looked at and like clapped upon and Curleys like no I can do it. I can lead then, purple's like. Are you sure? You Sure, you can do it and obviously curly's like p***** and so he's like Yup. And so purple runs away during bows again. Purple didn't help but the scene changed to get into the bows Purple runs to the line pushing 6 and a middle schooler are out of the way the middle Schooler hit their head on a meal box and therefore 6 and middle school were late to bows and purple got in front of the other ones. Purple immediately like tried running off.But I dragged them back to the freaking stage to help clean up so now.Purple's avoiding everyone in stage crew

I am so sorry for all of you holy damn

#purples also a bitch #we are curiosity

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Best Underrated Anime Group C Round 2: #C1 vs #C2

#C1: Friendship over nostalgia for the past, and moving forward

#C2: High social anxiety girl has to befriend her whole class

Details and poll under the cut!

#C1: After the Rain (Koi wa Ameagari no You ni)

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Summary:

Akira Tachibana, a reserved high school student and former track runner, has not been able to race the same as she used to since she experienced a severe foot injury. And although she is regarded as attractive by her classmates, she is not interested in the boys around school.

While working part-time at the Garden Cafe, Akira begins to develop feelings for the manager—a 45-year-old man named Masami Kondou—despite the large age gap. Kondou shows genuine concern and kindness toward the customers of his restaurant, which, while viewed by others as soft or weak, draws Akira to him. Spending time together at the restaurant, they grow closer, which only strengthens her feelings. Weighed down by these uncertain emotions, Akira finally resolves to confess, but what will be the result?

Alternatively: The main girl works at a diner and misses being able to run. Main guy is the boss at the diner and misses writing.

Propaganda:

It feels like a lot of folks didn’t give this a fair chance because they thought it would be an age gap romance, when it really is more about friendship between the MCs. Don’t be turned off by the opening. It’s cute, but all from MG’s POV. The art is pretty, and Aimer’s “Ref: rain” is one of my favourite songs now, besides it being a beautiful ending theme. Depending on how old you are, you might relate more with one MC over the other.

Trigger Warnings: One-sided age gap. Depending on your views, MC’s friendship with her boss could be uncomfortable

#C2: Hitori Bocchi’s ○○ Lifestyle (HitoriBocchi no MaruMaru Seikatsu)

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Summary:

Many of us know what it is like to transition to a new school with few to no friends in a new environment, going through the arduous process of getting to know people again. Bocchi Hitori knows this struggle all too well, having just graduated from elementary school and thrown into middle school. Unfortunately, she suffers from extreme social anxiety: she faints when overwhelmed, vomits when nervous, and draws up ridiculously convoluted plans to avoid social contact. It does not help that her only friend from elementary school, Kai Yawara, will not be attending the same middle school as Bocchi. However, wanting to help her, Kai severs ties with Bocchi and promises to reconcile with her when she befriends all of her classmates in her new middle school class.

Even though Bocchi has no faith in herself, she is determined to be friends with Kai again. Summoning all of her courage, Bocchi takes on the daunting challenge of making friends with her entire class, starting with the delinquent-looking girl sitting in front of her…

Propaganda:

This is a fun and lighthearted show. Watch it if you need something cute to chill out! The art is cute and colorful, the music lively, and the animation fine enough.

As it's adapted from a four-panel gag manga, the story is simple and focuses on the various characters. They all have pun-based names related to their main personality trait, so they're easy to remember if you know some basic Japanese (Hitori Bocchi means all alone, for example). The girls are all adorable and fun in their own quirky ways, and I loved seeing the heroine doing her utmost best to overcome her fears -and other challenges- to befriend them in the hope of fulfilling her promise. That's the power of the Do-Your-Best Fairy! They all care for each other (despite some teasing) and help Bocchi with her monumental task, never pulling her down for her struggles but gently pushing her in the back when needed.

But most importantly, Hitori Bocchi is a very relatable character. As someone suffering the same trouble, I related a lot with Bocchi, from her silliest worries to her escalating panic and weird schemes in an attempt to prevent anything wrong. Anxiety is faithfully represented, mixed with the right amount of laughing to how far Bocchi can get to avoid fearful situations in her very cute ways. It feels good to see a character like me in a such positive light! The struggles are real and acknowledged, and it’s really moving to see our heroine overcome them little by little in a very humanizing way.

This series has become one of my comfort materials, and I come back to it when I need hope and inspiration in everyday social interactions! If you need one last thing to be convinced, listen to that most adorable and silly song that will give you the Power of Motivation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGoGwlNmZUQ

Trigger Warnings: None.

When reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

If you want to criticize one of the shows above to give the one you’re rooting for an advantage, then do so constructively. I do not tolerate groundless hate or slander on this blog. If I catch you doing such a thing in the notes, be it in the tags or reblogs, I will block you.

Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how they’re presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form, where you can submit revisions for taglines, propaganda, trigger warnings, and/or video.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #group stage #group stage round 2 #tournament polls #group c #after the rain #koi wa ameagari no you ni #hitori bocchi’s lifestyle #hitori bocchi no marumaru seikatsu #hitoribocchi no oo seikatsu #hitoribocchi no marumaru seikatsu

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Leia x fem reader

(makeout session)

The reader is kinda Leia's childhood bully she played rough with leia and teased her a lot but she never knew Leia didn't like it she thought they were just playing around so when she here's Leia is staying with her grandparents for summer she wants to hang out with her old play mate but finds out Leia didn't think of her as a childhood friend amd has been avoiding her so the reader decides to ambush Leia to apologize she didn't plan what happened next

Sure!

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Old "Friend"

Leia Forman x fem!reader

Summary- Your parents wanted to do a long road trip over the summer. You all stop in Point Place to stretch your legs for a while and you remember hearing from a friend this is where Leia Forman is, and just so happen to want to reunite with her.

Warnings- bullying ig, trauma?, I rly don't know

"How long are we planning on crashing here?" You overheard your mom asking your dad, the conversations weren't very private in this motel you guys rented out.

Your dad was silent, so you assumed he was shrugging his shoulders, "We all need a break from the road, we'll leave when we're ready."

To be honest, you were totally fine with that, you recognized the name on the sign when you drove into this town, your friend told you that Leia Forman would be staying here with her grandparents.

You always had a sort of liking towards her. You would tease her in elementary school as a sort of inside joke. As you got into middle school, you kind of started to grow different feelings for her.

But in middle school, that's when she started to avoid you. You never knew why. She just acted like you had some kind of sickness all of the sudden, you never though anything of it and just decided to give her some space.

You walked out of the bathroom, "Mom, Dad, I'm going out." They say okay in sync and get back to their conversation.

You have no idea where you're going in this town, you just decide you go anywhere that's nice and in walking distance of the motel.

You find a small diner looking place, you've got some extra cash on you, so you decide you can run in for some fries or something.

You walk in and walk straight to the counter to order your fries. You sit down at a table and scan the building.

Coincidentally enough, there she was, she alone, though. She was sitting with a boy and a girl, they were holding hands though so you knew one of them wasn't dating her.

They eventually left, leaving her by herself, your fries had been sent to your table. You grabbed them and walked over to her, sitting down across from her.

"Hey Leia." You smile at her. She was about to ask if she knew you, but then it clicked, "What are you doing here?" You were shocked to say the least by the tone in her voice.

"Oh. Um, me and my family are on a road trip. We're passing through."

She nods, looking away from you. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask her, she grabs her bag and starts for the door, "Can you just leave me alone."

You follow her out the door, "Leia!"

"Do you know what leave me alone means?" She yells back to you.

"What did I do?"

She keeps walking until you get to he grandparents house. You follow her in, "This is trespassing Y/N!"

Before she can slam her door in your face you squeeze in, "What is your deal, we used to be friends."

"We were never friends Y/N!"

"What?"

"You made fun of me all the time, friends don't do that!"

"But, it was a joke. I wasn't serious, I really liked you Leia."

She looks at you, silent, looking for the words to say. You fidget with your shirt hem, awkwardness filling the room.

In the heat of the moment the both of you go in, your lips collide, it was the most messy kiss you've ever had.

Your tounges were colliding every second, teeth mashing, gasps escaping every now and then. "Leia."

"Hm?" She let's out, kissing down your jaw, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

She leans back, "It's fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

You both giggle, going in for more kisses.

I'm sorry in advance. My fics have been a little trash lately. Writers' block be hitting hard with these 90s show requests

#that 90s show #leia forman #leia forman that 90s show #leia forman x reader #that 90s show x reader

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mxrggo · 11 months

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~In the middle of the night~

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary; You return home after a long day fighting for your life with the upside down, demobat and demodog matters. Somehow, you are praying because of the nightmare but being interrupted by “Steve the Ninja” at your bedroom window.

Warnings; Languages, Only fluff

A/N; Hi, this is my first short story with Steve Harrington. Enjoy and if you like it please reblog, amor!

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[At Byers house]

You rest your elbow on Robin’s shoulder. Each of you takes out the heavy breath that has been holding on for too long since weeks ago. Hawkins has been invaded by stranger things, literally mind your blown when you learned from Robin. It was so sudden and all you knew is that you and your friends have been fighting these monsters.

“This is over right? Is it possible they came back- I mean while we are sleeping, I don't want to die in sleep-” You grab Robin’s shoulder and convince her that all has ended. You aren't sure yourself but for some reason, you always had this sense to protect Robin. She's been your best friend since elementary school.

“All of you, go back home safely and shut your mouth. Remember, do not discuss this matter with anyone!” Hopper reminds us in a stern voice. We agreed simultaneously. You help Nancy unload whatever you called it, or weapons from the car. Jonathan offered to drop off the Wheelers including you and Robin.

“Hey, you-um you guys okay?” A soft voice from our back called. We switch our attention to the owner of the voice. “We’re fine, Steve.” Nancy answers with a small smile. You simply nodded as to agree with her. He spots something on your right arm.

“You sure?” His forehead wrinkled at your answer. You check the arm, it may be a cut from slipping when running from the demodog. “Don't worry, I will treat it as soon as I'm home.” You assuring him. Steve wants to continue the conversation when you guys heard Dustin shout from Steve’s passenger seat.

He insisted Steve send them home quickly. “You got some angry kids to be sent to their bed early. You have to go, momma Steve.” You chuckle watching Steve roll his eyes. “Always the goddamn babysitter!” He shakes his head in disapproval.

“Steve!” Now the group (Dustin, Lucas, Max and Erica) is yelling at once. “Steve the hair Harrington always had his time to flirt with girls.” Lucas let out. Steve dismisses himself and you just watch him go. “Okay, what was that?” Nancy teased. You lift your shoulders.

“You guys totally flirting!” She exclaimed with joy. “No, we just try to ease our nerves, Nance.” You start to blush somehow. Deep down you kinda want to admit that you had a little; maybe just a little crush on Steve.

You met Steve through who else if it's not Robin Buckley. Since that day, you started to be friends with the other too. “What did I miss?” Robin appeared from the house. Didn't want to entertain Robin’s question you just get into the backseat of the car.

[At your house]

As soon as you reach home, you lit the vanilla-scented candle and set warm water in your bathtub. You take a deep look in the mirror and saw a dirty girl with messy hair. You sigh when you realized the cut Steve mentioned, the scratches are kinda long but luckily it's not that deep.

After tossing the shirt, you immerse yourself in the warm water completely. A glimpse of these monsters did give you goosebumps. It feels like they are still here traumatizing you. Now you start to feel the body aches from all the physical you've done; the perks of being non-athletic kids at school.

You get the bandage and clips under the sink cabinet, cover them around your arm after applying the antiseptic. Now that you already put the pajamas on, you climb to the bed. Shutting down the light, suddenly the dark brings you to the creep thoughts about those incidents.

Your breath shakes and becomes faster than usual. Immediately, you turn on the bedside light while you try to control your breath back. After a few good minutes, you decide to be on your knees beside your bed, eyes closed and both hands close together on the mattress. Why yes, you are trying to pray.

“God, I know I'm not that good but please hear me. Please protect us from the bad things. May Eleven’s effort sealing the door is successful and this nightmare will end, beautifully.” You whisper slowly and full of hope. You are about to express more but are interrupted by the sound of your window opening.

A figure climbs up and went through the window; not just any figure, it's your friend, Steve Harrington. “Didn't know you were religious. Am I interrupting your praying session?” He sounds sarcastic. Actually this is not the first time he climb through your window.

His first here in your room was during last summer break when you called him to help comfort Robin to the fact she saw Vickie kissing her boyfriend. Steve was good at it as he managed to cool down Robin. You admit that both of them are like platonic soulmates.

You discovered after they worked together at Scoop Ahoy, that bonds between them are growing. So as you and Steve but sometimes it's slightly awkward. Just because you have this passive-aggressive relation type with him.

Steve has this urge to protect you girls and he can be really annoying sometimes. Who are you going out to date with, Steve puts so much effort into getting involved somehow. You had no idea if he was actually into you or just being a cautious slash caring friend.

“Are you lost, Steve? Robin's house over there.” You point to your window indicating you have less interest in silly jokes. Steve lifts both hands to cool you down. “Whoaa, hold up. I'm here to check on you.”

“Checking on me? I'm more than fine dingus.” You slightly raise your voice. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything right? I'm always here for you guys." There's a comfort and worried in his voice. You hate when Steve starts to play victim, of course you can't resist his golden retriever aura.

You start to wander back and forth trying to explain the situation that replayed in your mind. "Hey, calm down. Look at me." Steve stops you by holding both of your shoulder. They are stern as you could remember. "I am terrified, Steve. When I'm alone it starts to haunt me." You gulped.

"I'm not lying either. Sometimes, I had this worst nightmare that I barely sleep." Steve confessed. "But I believe this time it's all over. No more monsters, no more darkness." He then assured. You walk away from him, lean on at your study table. It is clear that you are still in denial, looking by your expression.

"Fine. No more sweet talks, only the truth. We don't know when they will appear again but all I could say as long as we stick together, we have that chance." He cross his arm while leaning at the wall. He gives that look again, full of comfort and protection.

You sighed then give him a small smile indicate that the uneasy feeling in the tip of your stomach starting to flatten, for now. And that's when you noticed his red neck and scratch all over his face. "Steve we need to treat you too." You voice out your concerned.

"It's fine. I'm getting better." Not believing him, you make your way to him and check, especially on his reddened neck. "You know, a hero also need help. Consider me your healer." You direct him to sit on the edge of your bed while you find your first aid kit.

You did not wait for Steve confirmation to touch his face. You just naturally treat him as you feel need to take care of him. The wet soft cotton were pressed on his face gently. "Why with that face?" You noticed his peculiar expression. "Umm..No....thing." He blink his eyes and look away.

"Eyes on me, Harrington!" You cup his chin and direct towards you. In your comforting touch, he fully surrender himself to be treated by you. The nervousness in you start to build up as you can feel his eyes piercing into your cold skin.

This is not the Harrington you knew because Steve babbling all time but right now only silence fills the air. "Ouchh..." Steve groaned when you slightly put pressure on the wound around his neck. "Oppss..my bad." You chuckle as to cover the tension between you.

"You owe me banana split at Scoop Ahoy this time." You said standing up and wrap up all the dirty cotton on the floor. "Just that? No worries, I can give you all ice creams in the world." He murmured. You rolled your eyes to response him. "Hey! Thank you...sincerely." He grab your arm before you could go to the bathroom.

"Of course." You clear your dry throat. This time he strongly pull your arm towards him and it's all blury when you feel his soft lips on yours. You back up and immediately walk away when your head become clear. "Hey, I'm sorry." Steve called you and you swiftly turn around.

You just froze there, don't know how to react. Your heat rises and suddenly Steve looking extra hot. "Fuck, I'm a mess." Steve cursed under his breath when he stand up and rush to you. He cupped your cheeks and savour your lips. The kiss was sloapy and full of mess.

"Steve, wait. Stop." You pull off while catching your breath. "Friends don't kiss each other." You let out while maintain the eye contact. "Can't you see? I don't want to be your friends. My heart is beating for you." Steve took your hand and put right into his heart.

You didn't believe this would happened. He likes you back? All these time, it's just not a one-sided feelings. "You are tormenting me when you are not around me. I hate those guys that wanted to try you. You are mine...at least in my head." He slowly voiced out and embarrassingly look away.

"Ohh, my Steve. We're sucker for each other." You cupped his face softly, raised your heels and gave him a meaningful kiss. You gave him butterflies, the way he reacted towards your kiss; he pulls the kiss deeper until both of you out of breath. "Robin not gonna approve this." You inhale the oxygen.

"That's what concern you right now? Sweetheart, you should worry what I can do to you right now." He smirked. "Nope. I'll pass." I defend myself; backing up. "I'm gonna eat you." He catches you, give a big hug from behind, plenty of kisses around face;neck. You laugh (slowly not to wake up others). The amusement he shared with you. You wanted to explore more with him.

Later that night, you both fall asleep peacefully; the monsters that haunting you these past days, vanish into the thin air. The dream in your sleep right now is all about Steve Harrington :)

#steve harrington #stranger things #fluff #steve harrington smut #window breaking

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helplesslyblue77 · 11 months

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Practice makes Perfect

Genre: smut, minors dni

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, kind of, Unresolved Sexual Tension, they dont actaully get together because the author doesnt know how to write confession scenes, Horny Teenagers, Wet Dream, Masturbation, Jealousy

Notes: so im reposting all my stuff on tumblr because i wanna be more active on here, feel free to send me a request of something

“Yoongi, can you teach me how to kiss?”

Yoongi stared at you, mouth open, mind running a mile a minute.

When you had come over after school that day, asking him for help he had never expected this. You, his childhood friend since kindergarten, the girl he had had a crush on since elementary school, the star of so many of his embarrassing wet dreams, sitting on his bed, asking him to kiss her.

You had been over to his house thousands of times, so when you had asked to come over after school, saying you needed help with something he had expected a question about the homework or a videogame. Instead, you had waltzed into his room, plopped your pretty little butt down on his bed, and asked him to kiss you.

“What?” was all he managed to get out, voice embarrassingly pitchy.

He watched you play with your hair, staring down at the mattress, not meeting his eyes.

“I have a crush on this guy.” Yoongi’s heart dropped. “And I want to know how to kiss. And y’know, practice makes perfect.”

If Yoongi wasn't as busy wallowing in his self-pity, he would have noticed your sneaky glances and flushed cheeks, but alas, it was not to be. He honestly felt like crying. Somewhere in his brain, he had accepted the fact that he was stuck in the friend zone.

But to hear you mention a boy, to hear you say you wanted to kiss a boy, other than him, it made his chest ache. He knew that this was a bad idea. He knew it, but he was too lost in thought of your lips.

The chance to make his daydreams a reality, no matter how much it hurt him later.

‘This is the only chance you might get.’ his brain helpfully supplied. This was too good to pass up.

♥♥♥

When the two of you first met, way back in kindergarten, you had hated each other.

Looking back on it you would always say it was because Yoongi had spilled glue on your favorite stuffed animal and in retaliation you had poured red paint on his white shirt. Yoongi would laugh, agreeing with you, but the truth was, little Yoongi back in kindergarten had stared at you too long, tripped, and accidentally poured glue on your stuffed animal. Even back then he was enamored with you.

All through elementary school the two of you got in little spats, nothing serious, and Yoongi forgot his old feelings, buried under his animosity towards you. Eventually, Namjoon, your mutual friend, insisted you two put your little disagreements behind you. Both of you had reluctantly agreed, after much convincing, and not long after, you became the best of friends.

And all through middle school, Yoongi’s feelings trickled back into his heart.

It was little things at first. He noticed how pretty you looked one day, or caught himself staring at you as you worked. He ignored it at first, insistent on remaining in denial, but everything had fallen apart during your sophomore year of high school.

It was especially warm that day and You, Yoongi, and Namjoon had decided to head to the pool, hoping to cool off before Monday.

Everything had been fine. They'd arrived at the pool, staking claim on the good pool chairs and You had headed in to change. Yoongi had sat down, unpacked his swimming bag, and was about to get into the water when you tapped on his shoulder. “Ready to go swim?” you had asked, grinning at him innocently and he had turned around to respond, all ready to go.

Objectively, he knew you were a girl.

Girls had boobs.

You were a girl.

You had boobs.

This was a fact.

But in his mind, up until that moment, his crush had been an innocent thing. A sweet desire to hold you close and be with you forever. But as he looked up at you, Yoongi, still stuck in his hormonal teenage phase, was confronted with the fact that you were a very attractive girl.

A very sexy girl with boobs and curves and he was very much in love with you and he needed to speak before you thought he was weird but he couldn't seem to get his voice out.

He sat there, frozen, for what felt like years before Namjoon took pity on him. “Ready to go swim?” he asked you and you smiled, turning away from him and jumping into the pool.

That night Yoongi had woken up with sticky underwear and the image of your boobs seared into his mind.

And from that day on, his crush was no longer an innocent childhood crush. Nope. He was very much in love with you. You had worked your way into his heart and taken up permanent lodging there. It was now your junior year, a year after the ‘Beach incident,’ and his ‘little crush’ had grown into a full-blown obsession.

So to be confronted with the girl he was in love with, the love of his life asking to kiss him, even if it was for another guy, he couldn't resist.

He took a deep breath, preparing himself, and nodded. “Ok.” he said, “I'll teach you how to kiss.”

You grinned at him, suddenly and sunshine and smiles and he felt himself relax.

“Alright, what first.”

He took your hand, sitting down next to you.

‘Close your eyes.” he said

You obeyed. Yoongi felt much calmer when he didn't have your pretty eyes staring into his own.

“I'm going to kiss you now.”

You nodded.

Yoongi closed in, his lips an inch for their destination, and finally, closed the distance, his lips touching yours.

Your lips were soft, so much softer than he had ever imagined, and frozen against his own, unsure.

He guided you, moving his lips against your own. It took a minute but you seemed to get the hang of it, and oh, it felt like heaven. Yoongi let himself savor it, the only taste of you he would ever have, and oh you tasted like everything he had ever dreamed of. He could be a little more greedy right? He could take a little more.

He gently traced the seam of your lips with his tongue, heart beating against his ribcage, and almost groaned when you let him in with no resistance.

He felt lightheaded, teetering on the edge of a cliff, the ocean waves pounding against the rocks below him. He desperately hoped he wasn’t hard.

You let out a little whimper as his tongue invaded your mouth and Yoongi felt all the blood in his body rushing south.

How pathetic of him, this turned on from a little kissing and those heavenly sounds you let out.

He really was a pervert, taking advantage of you like this, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

He needed more, just a little more, and then he would give up. He would watch on the sidelines, cheering you on. Greedily he devoured all those delicious little moans you let out as you onto his lap. He couldn't do this, he really couldn't, he needed to pull away before it went too far and he ruined your friendship. So, with one last kiss, he pulled away reluctantly, opening his eyes to look at you. As soon as he did he realized what a mistake that had been.

You were flushed and breathless, your voice coming out and little pants, your lips swollen and kiss bitten.

Yoongi stifled a little moan and saved the picture in the back of his brain knowing he would never see you like this again. The ache in his chest came back, accompanied this time by the ache in his pants, and he frowned, pulling away.

“Was that helpful?” he asked, clearing his throat. You smiled at him, still a little breathless. “Yeah..thanks Yoongi.” you hopped off his lap, waltzing into the bathroom to change and Yoongi wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed.

He hurriedly tugged a blanket on top of his lap, getting comfortable, and shuffled through the options, settling on legally blond. He knew how much you liked this movie.

“So, what are we watching?” you walked out of the bathroom and Yoongi choked. He had forgotten. You jumped onto the bed and cuddled up against him, the thin fabric of your worn-out tank top barely doing anything to conceal your hard nipples. He felt your bare leg press up against his.

You were wearing those pajamas. Your favorites, that stupid white tank top and small shorts. Yoongi bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood and started the movie.

As the familiar sounds of The Perfect Day rang through his bedroom and you cuddled against his arm, boobs pressed into his side, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Yoongi had seen you naked before.

Back in sophomore year, after the ‘beach incident’ you had been asked out by the guy you had a crush on. Yoongi had been devastated, but you were happy so he tried to be happy as well. And it was all going fine, until one afternoon. Yoongi had just gotten back from school when his phone rang. He picked it up, noticed it was a text from you, a picture, and smiled clicking on it eagerly.

He loved receiving pictures from you, he had a secret album dedicated to just your smiling face.

But what greeted him was not your smiling face.

Well to be fair, you were smiling in the picture. Yoongi’s eyes traced down the picture and he sank to the floor of his bedroom, landing heavily on the carpet, staring. The picture of you, clad only in your bra and panties. Red land black lace…you were kneeling on the floor, legs pressed shyly together hand holding your phone up. You smirked at the mirror, your other hand draped artfully over your head, hair cascading down your shoulders.

He practically shrieked and he threw his phone across the room, dropping his head onto his knees. How was he ever going to scrub the image of you in lacy lingerie from his brain? He was flushed and shamefully hard as he retrieved his phone. His phone dinged and his heart sank as a new message came through.

“Sorry Yoongs, wrong person.”

Of course, it was for your boyfriend.

Yoongi tried not to be disappointed. He had tried to scrub the image of you from his mind. Of course, he had failed and every now and then it came back to haunt him, tormenting his dreams with flashes of red and seductive smirks.

♥♥♥

It took about halfway through the movie for you to fall asleep. Yoongi was watching Elle Woods teach the bend and snap when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He looked down and smiled. There you were, fast asleep, cuddled up against him. He felt his heart swell cuddled up next to you, reaching over to turn off the lights and snuggling under the blanket. His bed was a little small for two people but he didn't have the heart to kick you off.

Besides, what's the worst that could happen?

♥♥♥

Yoongi opened his bedroom door and smiled at you perched daintily on his bed.

You grinned at him, waving him over.

“I love you,” was all you said.

Yoongi felt his heart swell, beating hard against his chest. You loved Him. Not some other guy. No, Him. He grinned at you watching as you stood up, wearing only a pink silk dressing gown.

Your eyes heavy-lidded, you played with the ties,

“I want you, Yoongi.” you purred, stalking towards him.

“Don't you want me?”

Yoongi stumbled backward, his back crashing into his closed bedroom door. You stopped in the middle of the bedroom and Yoongi watched as you slowly pulled the tie of your dressing gown, the loosely tied bow falling apart, and let it slip to the floor.

You were wearing that bikini. The cursed black bikini. It was your favorite and you wore it every time you went swimming.

And oh, how it tortured him. It wasn't that revealing, the bottoms a cute little skirt and the top covering most of your chest, but to Yoongi, a hormonal teenage boy with a humongous crush on you? It was enough. He felt himself getting hard as you walked toward the bed, slipping off your top and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yoongi watched in horrified fascination as you reached a hand up and palmed your boobs, smirking at him.

You motioned at him, waving a delicate hand his way and he followed you, a pathetic marionette entranced by its master's movements.

A puppet on a string, he fell to his knees before you, a supplicant worshiper kneeling before his divine goddess. He felt your hand on his head, pushing him towards your core and he closed his eyes…

And opened them to the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. Still a little hazy from the dream he looked down and froze.

The two of you were spooning, he the big spoon, you the little spoon, and Yoongi sighed, trying to extricate himself without waking you. He had almost succeeded when you stirred, groaning, and turned around, hugging onto him like a koala.

Yoongi stifled a moan and cursed every god in existence. Had he killed an entire nation in his past life? What had he done to deserve such divine torture?

He could feel the heat of your core positioned directly over his aching length and he did everything he could to hold himself back from grinding into you.

Think of dirty socks, think of rotting garbage, think—.

You moaned, thrashing against him and Yoongi had reached his breaking point. Quickly and quietly he disentangled your limbs and crept out of bed. With a quick glance to see if you were still asleep, he crept into the bathroom and sank to the floor, hands desperately fumbling with his pants.

Here he was, jerking off in the bathroom while you were peacefully asleep in the very next room.

He felt like such a degenerate. He shoved his pants down, pulling out his hard cock. Gripping it with one hand he began to stroke, setting a brutal pace. He needed to finish before you woke up.

It wouldn't be hard. The images from his dream and the sensation of your lips on his own were still very fresh in his mind and he hissed as he stroked, rubbing a thumb over the tip.

He let his mind picture your hands instead of his, your pretty hands, their manicured fingernails.

You would be gentle and teasing, stroking up and down slowly, smirking up at him.

Maybe you would press a kiss to the tip, wrap your mouth around the head and suck—

Yoongi could feel the pressure building in his lower stomach, and he closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of your lips on his. That picture, that goddamn picture flashed across his mind, your boobs barely covered by red and black lace, and he groaned, shoved his hand over his mouth, and came.

After, as the post-orgasm glow faded and he was cleaning up his mess and tiptoeing back into the room, the shame hit. He felt so disgusted by himself as he saw you sleeping peacefully, a little smile curved across your perfect face.

He really was a pervert. He crawled back into bed, turning so he was facing away from you, and fell into an anxious sleep.

♥♥♥

When you awoke the next morning, cuddled up against his back, Yoongi was acting weird. He refused to meet your eyes and made you leave early, citing homework as an excuse. You left, a little worried, but brushed it aside.

If there was something wrong, he would tell you, you were sure.

Anyway, you needed to hurry up and tell him how you feel. You skipped home, on cloud nine, already preparing for your confession. You hoped he would return it, but you knew that if he didn't, you would never stop being friends with him.

Yoongi, your best, best friend.

originally posted on ao3 on 2023-03-05

reposted on tumblr 2023-06-08

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kpopsickies · 1 year

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secrets and sneezes

lmao yes, I started writing this like 6 months ago when Jay and Jake did that interview with kids

because I need more domestic Jayke, because their interview with kids was the cutest thing ever.

AU: Jayke parents (Jay: history teacher, Jake: science teacher)

(dad=Jay papa=Jake)

SunSunki children (Niki: age 5 Sunoo: age 9 Sunghoon: age 12)

(summary, the sunsunki children want to get a pet cat. Jake says no, because of Jay’s allergy. and yet...)

Jake p.o.v

“have a great day” I said to my students as they left the room at the end of the day as the bell rang. I sat down at my desk, running my hands through my hair. I glanced at the clock. 2:45. I had five minutes before I had to leave to pick up my kids. I pulled out my phone, checking my texts. I saw a text from my husband reading “I have a staff meeting after school today. I’ll be home between 3:30 and 4:00, (ps I love you)″ I texted him back with “see you then, love you too”

I packed the last of my things into my bag, throwing it haphazardly over my shoulder, and heading out the front door of the highschool.

“have a good one Jake” I heard one of the office workers call after me as I left. “thanks Mina, you too” I stepped out the front door of the highschool, where one of my students (admittedly one of my favorites) was standing, waiting for his older sister to pick him up. “Have a good weekend Mr. Park”

“thank you Jungwon, you too.” I left, throwing my bag in the front seat of the car. I checked my watch, it was 2:52, If i left now I could pick up Sunghoon from the middle school at 3 and be ready for the 3:05 elementary school pick up. (so, Idk if this is a normal thing, but at the school i went to for my whole childhood, this is the way dismissal worked, to keep things “organized” I guess. high school at 245, middle at 3 elementary at 305.)

I pulled in front of the middle school, waving at him, he smiled and waved back, coming over to the car. Tossing my bag in the back and sitting down in the front seat.”hey kiddo, how was school?”

“it was fine”

“did you do anything fun?”

“um.. I ate lunch with my friends. Wooyoung’s cat just had kittens”

“lucky kid!”

“can we have one of them?”

“no” I said without hesitation. He looked devastated.“what! why not?”

“because I’m your dad and I said so”

“that’s not a good reason” he pouted. “it’s a perfectly fine reason.” he huffed in annoyance, turning towards the door, sulking. I laughed. “you get your attitude from your dad” He rolled his eyes, but I saw a hint of a smile grace his lips. We pulled into the elementary school pickup line. Once the two younger kids got in, Sunghoon immediately turned around to face them. “guys help me convince papa to let us get a pet cat”

“I already said-”

“A CAT!!!! Papa can we get a cat!!!”

“no boys, we cannot get a cat”

The endless debate occurred for the rest of the ride. When I got home I was surprised to see that Jay’s car parked, even though it was only 3:20

“dad’s home!!!!” Niki yelled. “Niki, no yelling”

“sorry papa”

“Guys, let’s ask dad if we can get a cat”

“let’s go”

“boys I already said no” I said, my voice trailing off as the boys left. I shook my head. I knew that Jay would be more likely to at least listen to them. I gently smacked my head down on the steering wheel, grabbing my bag and going inside. I saw Sunghoon going on a full-on rant as to why he was mature enough to get a cat, meanwhile, his two younger brothers, interjected randomly with “yeah!” and “exactly” and “see dad! We’re responsible”

I went up behind my husband, as he was faced towards the counter, making a snack for the boys. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and gently kissed his neck “hey Jakey” he said with a soft smile. “do you hear what our boys are asking?” I asked him, holding him closer. “Actually, I do, and Mr. Jake Park, I would like to speak with you alone” he said throwing a sideways glance to the boys. I went with him into the living room, and closed the door to the kitchen. “what’s up hon”

“I want to let them get a cat”

“Jay, you’re allergic”

“but Sunghoon put up a good argument, and if the boys take care of it, and keep it in their room, I’ll be fine, maybe a bit sniffly, but it’s not bad”

“Jay, I know that the boys would take great care of a cat, but that being said, when we were in 9th grade you were around a cat for 10 minutes, and in that time you sneezed over 40 times, your eyes were swollen shut, you couldn’t breathe, and you continued to have issues for almost three days after”

“that was like 20 years ago, people grow out of allergies.”

“Jay, they can get a cat if you get allergy tested first”

“Jakey, I don’t need an allergy test to tell me that cats make me sneeze, I could tell you that”

“jay, hon, I love you, but I just don’t think this is a good idea”

“Jake, please, and if by some very small chance it ends up being really severe, we can always just, keep it outside”

“Jay, I’m serious, you can’t get a cat, this is me putting my foot down, you cannot get a cat”

“please”

“Jay, I said no, I mean no” he exhaled in a sound of exasperation. “fine, you win”

“thank you” as I turned to leave he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close. “I must say, I like it when you get all demanding, and bossy like this, it’s kinda hot” I rolled my eyes, wigging out of his grip, turning around and kissing him on his nose. “you’re such a dork, and I love that”

“and I love you” he said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Love you too” I said in between kisses

We went back into the kitchen. “alright boys, I know you guys really want to get a cat, and maybe, MAYBE sometime in the future that could be a possibility, but right now, your dad and I are going to say no” all the boys began with overlapping protests.

“I’m sorry boys, but you know, no, means no”

The younger two started to argue, but Sunghoon turned to his younger brothers. “guys, I’ve been around long enough to know that our dads, are awesome, but also they are stubborn, so let’s just deal with it, besides, Wooyoung has a cat, so we can always go over to his house.”

I was shocked at how much maturity our boys were showing, shocked, but proud.

Sunghoon p.o.v

I was mad at my parents, they didn’t even have a good reason for not being allowed to have a cat. I was especially upset because I had already told Wooyoung that I wanted a kitten from the ones that he got one from, he told me he would bring it by tomorrow.

That’s when I had an idea. I called my younger brothers into my room.

“what’s up Hoonie?”

“we’re getting a cat”

“but dad and papa just said no”

“yeah but my friend Wooyoung, his cat just had kittens and he said that I could keep one, and he’s bringing it over tomorrow at 10:30, so I just need you guys to keep them distracted while I put the cat in my room.”

“do they know?”

“no, we’re gonna keep it a secret”

“that’s not good” niki said looking a bit guilty

“but we could have a pet cat” He thought for a second.”okay! I want to help”

“alright operation Paw-some begins now, I’m going to clean out my closet, and put some blankets down to give him or her a bed.”

“get a girl! we have an all boy family, we need a girl kitty!!” Sunoo said, laying upside down on my bed. “alright, I think Wooyoung said is a girl.”

“yay!”

“I think Niki you need to tell papa you want to go on a walk, and then Sunoo you convince dad to go with them. I’ll need like 20 minutes. Wooyoung said he’d provide food, a litter box and bowls for the food+water, so we won’t need to buy any of that, you guys got all of that?”

“yes sir!” the two said together, playfully saluting.

~The Next Day~

After my parents and brothers left I threw the last of my blankets into the closet. About three minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there was wooyoung, standing there with the cutest cat in his arms.

“where are you keeping her?”

“In my room” he followed me upstairs, “set her down on my bed” he did, “what’s her name?”

“that’s up to you”

“I’ll wait until my brothers get home, they will want to help name him”

“what about your dads”

“they, kinda don’t know about this”

“how do they-”

“I was told that I couldn’t get a cat, but I didn’t care,so my brothers and I made a plan to keep it a secret”

“Why didn’t they let you get a cat?”

“they didn’t really have a reason”

“I’m sure they did, like I wanted to give a kitten to Jongho, but his older brother Jungwon is allergic, so they said no”

“well, I mean, I kinda thought about that, but they said maybe in the future”

“oh, okay, then” just then the front door opened. “quick! hide her” I gently, but quickly put her in my closet. “Sunghoon!!!”

“what!?!?”

“why is Wooyoung here?”

“how does he know!?” I whispered, feeling slightly panicked. “my shoes are by the door” he whispered back, sounding even more nervous than me.

“he just came over to visit” I called back.

“please come downstairs”

“coming”

The two of us went downstairs, feeling slightly nervous. “Wooyoung, buddy, you need to head home, I need to talk to Sunghoon” dad said while Sunoo mouthed sorry to Sunghoon. Wooyoung left, shooting an apologetic look as he did. Niki looked between us, not knowing what to do.

“Sunoo, Niki you boys stay down here, we need to talk to Sunghoon” dad said

“yes dad” they said together, Sunghoon giving me a sympathetic, but also apologetic look. Niki just looked upset and confused.

I followed my parents upstairs, swallowing nervously, all I could think was about the cat sitting in my closet, knowing the tiniest meow, and I’d be done for.

“come sit down” dad said, sitting down on my bed, and patting the spot next to him. I sat down, Papa sat on the other side “Sunghoon, you know that we have a very strict rule about having no friends over when parents aren’t home. It’s a safety concern. Imagine something were to happen, you wouldn’t have anyone to help” both of my parents looked upset, but overlying that they looked worried.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to hang out with him” I looked at my hands, I wasn’t exactly lying, so why did I feel so guilty.

“Sunghoon, your dad and I were just leaving for a few minutes, you could have waited like 20 minutes for us to get back”

“I’m sorry dad”

Jay p.o.v

I was shocked. Sunghoon has always been really good at following rules, so it was shocking to see him break our most strict rule.

“Sunghoon, do you know why we have this rule?” Jake asked, Sunghoon shook his head. “when I was a kid, my best friend and I were hanging out at my house. We were playing outside, and my friend fell off the swing set and broke his left arm and collar bone, and he fractured his right wrist. But my parents weren’t home and we didn’t have anyone to help us. I know that you are responsible, but accidents happen.” His head was tucked towards his chest, “I’m really sorry” he apologized again. Jake and I looked at each other, before we pulled him into a hug. “I know you are buddy”

As I continued to hug him, I fought to ignore the burning feeling in my eyes, and the itchy feeling in the back of my throat and nose. I had remembered that Sunghoon had said that Wooyoung had a pet cat, but my allergy shouldn’t be so severe that I can’t even be in the same room as someone who has a cat had been. I let go of my oldest son, turning away from him. “h-hah-ahTchu-hatcHu-eteChuI” I cleared my throat, hoping to help with the irritating and itchy feeling that was settling. “are you okay dad?”

“yeah I’m okay” I said sniffling and rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “hey Sunghoon, did Wooyoung bring his cat over when he came?”

“y-eah” he sounded nervous. Jake, who had looked concerned a few seconds before now had a look of understanding cross over his face. “I’m not mad about that, but do you think you could maybe warn m-m-hehYChu-eKTchhu- could you warn me next time he does”

Sunghoon p.o.v

I watched as my dad continued to try and talk, being interrupted by his sneezing and sniffling. His eyes had taken on an irritated red color. When he asked me if Wooyoung had brought over his cat, all the pieces clicked together in my brain. “dad, are you allergic to cats?”

He cleared his throat and coughed softly, nodding, as he turned away from me. “hit-itETchu-haeTchU-eteCheU”

“bless you” papa and I said at the same time

“thanks” he held his sleeve up to his nose. “do you need a tissue?” I asked, he shook his head. “I think I’ll go change and wash my hands, please change your sheets”

“yes dad” then he left, papa went with him, his hand on his back, looking concerned. I heard him sneeze once in the hallway. Followed by a ‘bless you’ from papa. I felt overwhelmed and panicked. I already got in trouble for having a friend over when my parents weren’t home, and now I snuck a cat into my room, and dad’s allergic. I felt guilty, and stressed. If dad and papa find out about this, I am in so much trouble. But I also was worried. Dad’s allergy was really bad and he was only in here for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to do. I called Sunoo up to my room. He was up in a few seconds. “dad’s allergic to cats” I said as soon as he shut my door. He had a look of shock on his face, “how do you know?”

“he was sneezing a bunch when he was in here and then he asked me if Wooyoung had brought his cat over, and I said yes. He asked me to warn him if Wooyoung was going to bring his cat over again because he’s allergic” Sunoo’s panicked face mirrored exactly how I felt. “what do we do? Do we tell them?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble”

“me neither, but don’t you think telling them now, rather than waiting and risk having them find out about the cat, might be better in the long run?” I just stared at my younger brother, “that was so mature” he blushed and shrugged, “It sounded like something you would say, and I like sounding like you” I blushed, Dad wasn’t kidding when he said I was a role model for my younger brothers. That’s when I was hit with a wave of guilt, dad and papa trusted me to be a role model for my brothers, and yet I had roped them into sneaking a cat into our house and lying to our parents. “Let’s tell them”

Jake p.o.v

I was suspicious as to why Wooyoung was over at our house, and it happened to be at the same time that Jay and I were both not home. As Jay and I were talking I noticed that Jay was sniffling a lot, plus his eyes had started to get red. I kinda assumed he was reacting from the pollen from being outside on our walk, but he just kept sneezing and sneezing, until he asked Sunghoon is Wooyoung had brought his cat, to which Sunghoon informed us he had the pieces clicked in my head.

Jay and I left Sunghoon’s room to get Jay cleaned up, “Jake, I think that Sunghoon has a cat in his room” I was shocked, “why?”

“h-hhhAtcHu- hh-hhTTCHhu- hhTCChu- HAAtchu-”

“bless you” I said handing him a few tissues, “thanks babe. But when Wooyoung left, did he have a cat with him?” I didn’t even know what to say. “oh my gosh, why didn’t I think of that” I face palmed, Jay smiled at me, “I’m gonna wait to give him a chance to come clean, and if he doesn’t I’ll confront him about it.”

“alright, but go get changed or you’ll keep- bless you- doing that” I nodded, I went to our room to change. When I came out a guilty looking Sunghoon was sitting at the kitchen table, an equally guilty looking Sunoo was next to him. Jake was sitting down too, he waved me over, “Jay, the boys have something they want to tell us” I sat down next to my husband, “Dad, Papa, I- Uh-” Sunghoon swallowed nervously, Sunoo patted his older brother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry”

“about what?”

“I- um.. Yesterday I told Wooyoung that I wanted a kitten before I had asked you guys, and then today I had the boys distract you and that- that’s why Wooyoung was over here, he brought a kitten over for me. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, I know you said no and I’m sorry. This isn’t Sunoo or Niki’s fault. I made them do it”

“NO!” Sunoo said looking upset by what his brother said, “he didn’t make me do anything, I chose to do it. Niki was innocent though. He just wanted a cat. We kinda tricked him into lying for us.” Sunghoon nodded, “and dad, I’m sorry for causing you to have an allergic reaction. I didn’t know you were allergic” Jake and I looked at each other. “thank you for telling us.”

“I’ll take the kitten back to Wooyoung” Sunghoon said, Jake looked at me, I think he knew what I was thinking. “What’s our punishment?” Sunoo asked. Jake looked over at me, “you’re the one who had to suffer, it’s up to you”

“I’m really sorry dad. I should have known you guys had a good reason for not letting us get a cat.”

“It’s not entirely your fault, I could have told you. I know you wouldn’t have if I had” the both nodded. “can we see the kitten?” Jake asked. The boys nodded, “should I bring her down here or do you want to go to our room to see her?”

“your room, I don’t want to get cat hair everywhere down here” Jake said, the boys stood up, Jake followed them, I went too. Jake looked at me, “Jay your allergies” he warned softly. “I’ll be okay” Jake gave me a skeptical look, “you’re going to let them keep it aren’t you?” Jake said quietly, not letting the boys hear. “probably” I laughed, “how’d you know?”

“I’m a mind reader” he said simply, the four of us went into Sunghoon’s room, he opened his closet, and to be honest I was surprised at how prepared he was, the kitten had everything she needed, the boys had clearly thought this through. I exchanged a look with Jake, who gave the tiniest shake of his head, I responded with a minuscule nod. “she’s cute” Jake said, he knelt down and pet the kitten, The kitten meowed softly, and cuddled against Jake’s hand. “I think she likes you” I said laughing. Jake smiled at the kitten, “did you name her?”

“we were going to, but I don’t want to get attached” Sunghoon explained. Jake looked at me. “Jay, I think he need to talk” I nodded, the two of us went out to the hallway. Niki was standing by the door, “what’s going on daddy?”

“papa and I need to talk about the kitten” Niki gasped, “you guys found it!?”

“no, your brothers told us about her”

“But we weren’t going to” he said looking confused, “well they changed their mind, you can ask them why” Jake explained, I sniffled, I had only been in the room a few seconds and my nose was already itchy, not that I would tell Jake. It definitely wouldn’t help me case in convincing him to let us keep the cat. Niki went into Sunghoon’s room.

“I say we let them keep it” I said, Jake sighed, “I also want to let them keep it, but I wanted to make sure you’d be okay first. I mean earlier you were sneezing a lot and you were only in there for a few minutes.”

“I’ll be okay, I’ll just take allergy medicine more often” I said with a shrug, “we can keep it in the boy’s room during winter and when it’s cold, and then during summer and spring she can be outside more. We have the fence around our yard so she’ll be okay outsi-iih-hhAtchu- eh-hhetchHu- snf- outside”

“bless you”

“thank you, i think we need to have a small punishment, just because they need to know lying and sneaking isn’t okay” Jake nodded, “what do you think?”

“no tv for the weekend” Jake nodded, “sounds good to me. I think it’s not too extreme, but it gets the point across” I nodded, sniffling. “let’s tell them”

“you go to the kitchen, you don’t need to expose yourself to more cat dander right now” I nodded, knowing full well every single one of my kids, and my husband are covered in cat fur, but I knew better than to argue.

Jake and the boys came into the kitchen together, they all looked sad, Niki had a few tears on his face. “sit down boys” I said, trying to sound stern. Jake rolled his eyes at me. “do we have to get rid of her?” Niki asked, his eyes glistening with tears. “no, you guys can keep her” They all looked up in shock. “we can!?”

“yes, you guys can keep her, but we have some rules” they all nodded, “Number one, you guys have to take care of her, number two, she isn’t under any circumstances allowed on the furniture, except your beds. number three, she is absolutely NOT allowed in dad and I’s room” Jake explained to the boys who all nodded.

“and boys?” I said, they all looked at me, Niki looked worried, “daddy are you crying?” I heard Jake stifle a laugh at that. I made a mental note to smack Jake later. “no Niki, I’m allergic to cats, so my eyes are watering, I’m not crying” I barely got the words out before I had to sneeze. “bless you” I rubbed at my nose. “are you sure you’re gonna be okay dad?” Sunghoon asked, “I’ll be okay, don’t worry” they nodded, “Alright boys, I know you were upset about not being able to get a cat, but that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to sneak behind our backs and lie to us. You guys are not allowed to watch tv this weekend” They all nodded, “yes dad”

“we need to name her” Jake said, “what should we name her?” I asked, “muffin!!” Niki yelled, Sunoo shook his head, “we should call her Sunshine”

“I wanted Mandu, because she’s cute and chubby and she kinda is dumpling color”

“I like Mandu” Sunoo said, I agreed, Mandu was a cute name, Jake also said he agreed, Niki didn’t look to happy about it though. “I want muffin”

“Muffin can be her middle name. Mandu Muffin” Sunghoon said. Niki thought for a second, then smiled. “OK, that’s fine.”

“so Mandu Muffin Park?” The boys nodded, “okay, I’ll go register her” Jake said, “I need to take her with me, Sunghoon can you grab her” he nodded and ran upstairs. “Dad?” I looked at Sunoo, “thank you for letting us have a cat, even though you’re allergic” I smiled, “anything for my kids” Sunoo came around the table and gave me a huge hug, I smiled and hugged him back, not really caring that he was absolutely covered in cat hair.

A few minutes later Sunghoon returned, “here you go papa” Jake took the kitten, allowing her to snuggle against him. I smiled, knowing Jake loved the cat probably more than the kids did. “can we go with you?” Sunoo asked, Jake looked at me, I shrugged, “sure you guys can come along. Jay you gonna come?” I shook my head, “I’ll stay here and make dinner for when you get back” Jake nodded and handed Mandu to Sunghoon “you boys go out to the car, I need to talk to dad for a second”

“yes dad” they all left, taking Mandu with them. “what did you need to-” Jake cut me off by pulling me in and kissing me. After a few (wonderful) seconds he pulled away. “I love you” he said, “love you too”

“you’re amazing. I know that your allergies are worse than you’d ever let the boys know, and yet you let them keep the cat. And you even let Sunoo hug you. And you and I both know how much cat hair was on him.” I smiled, “what can I say, I love my family. And don’t pretend you don’t love that cat as much as the boys do” he blushed, “oh shut up” I laughed and kissed him again. Pulling away to sneeze, “bless you” he looked down as his shirt, also covered in cat hair, “sorry” I shrugged, “it’s okay, I need to shower anyways” He kissed me again. “have fun” I said, “I will” he left. Once they left I showered and got changed, hoping to help rid myself of how much cat hair was on me.

The boys and Jake returned home about two hours later and officially Mandu was registered, vaccinated, and had her own license that made her officially our Mandu.

Despite Jake’s original reluctance to allowing his kids to have a cat he ended up being the cat’s favorite, and he adored the little fluff ball. Five moths after adopting her I found him cuddling with her on the couch in the living room, disobeying his own rule against having her on the furniture. And yeah, my allergies were pretty bad, but it was worth it.

#enhypen #jay #Jake #SungHoon #sunoo #niki #jayke #sneeze #enhypen sneeze #allergy

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Pokemon Lumiose Academy

Chapter 2

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(Your pov)

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing

The bell woke me up at, I rolled over to see Dawn already dressed and packing her bag for the day, piplup was jumping around on her bed.

"What time is it?" I asked sleepily.

"Oh, Y/n, you're up! It's 7 am so you better get ready before you're late. Class starts at 9" Dawn said.

I got out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth, etc. After I was ready Dawn called piplup back into it's pokeball and we went to the cafeteria where we got our breakfast. We finished at 8:30, so we still had half an hour to get to class.

"Looks like we have home room together" Dawn observed.

"Cool, where's the classroom?" I asked.

"Here" she said pointing.

We left to find our first class, we were glad we had the extra time since this was our first time and we wouldn't be late if we got lost. We found the room in 20 minutes and were about to go in when I saw someone behind us.

"Serena!" I called to her.

She came over "Good morning Y/n, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, how about you?" I answered.

Serena sighed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I have to share a dorm room with Misty" she confessed.

"Oh....." I said, that could be a problem. Serena and Misty already hated each other enough as it is, I didn't know how they would handle being stuck in the same dorm.

"But let's not think about that" Serena said. "It's our first day of school, we should be complaining about all the homework the teachers will probably give us, not my terrible roommate"

"Misty isn't terrible" I said.

"Um, Y/n..." said Dawn.

"Oma, I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you guys!" I exclaimed. "Serena, this is Dawn, my roommate. Dawn, this is Serena, my friend since elementary school"

"Nice to meet you Dawn!" Serena said.

"Nice meeting you too Serena" Said Dawn, then she turned to me. "So, um, who's Misty?"

"Right here" said a voice from behind us.

"Oh, good morning Misty. How long have you been standing there?" I asked.

"Just got here" Misty explained "How was your first night? Was your roommate nice?"

"It was awesome! And my roommate is amazing, she's right here" I said gesturing at Dawn.

"Dawn Berlitz" Dawn said holing out her hand. Misty shook it.

"Misty Williams, good meeting you Dawn" said Misty shaking her hand.

"What's so bad about her?" Dawn whispered to me.

"Nothing!" I whispered back. "Why would you think that?"

"Well Serena didn't seem to like her very much" Dawn explained.

I nodded "They've always hated each other, but they're both really great. If they weren't, then they wouldn't be my best friends" I said.

"Why do they hate each other?" Dawn asked.

"I don't know" I admitted.

"You don't know?!" said Dawn, almost forgetting to whisper. "But didn't you say you were their friend?"

"I am, and no, I have no idea why they hate each other. If I knew I might be able to help put a stop to it" I said.

The bell rang.

"Well, that's the bell, we should probably go in" said Serena.

We all went inside and found seats as close together as possible. Serena on one side, Misty on the other, with me and Dawn in the middle. Thank goodness this school doesn't have seating charts, otherwise, knowing they're luck, Misty and Serena would probably have to sit next to each other. At least this way there was some space between them.

The Prof came in to start the class. "Hello class, my name is Professor Sy—" he was cut off by someone running through the door.

"Sorry I'm late Professor!" said the boy who just came in.

"It's fine, um, Ash right?" the professor said.

He nodded.

"Well you can go find a seat where ever you can find room, I think there's one beside Zoey" said our teacher.

Ash went across to the seat beside Zoey, which just happened to be the one right in front of me, I could already see Serena and Misty freaking out. Damn it, why? I thought as the prof started the class.

"As I was saying, I am professor Sycamore..." he said, but my attention was on Misty and Serena.

Serena grabbed my arm and shook it a little bit "Ash is here! Can you believe it? Ash it here!" she squealed.

"I can't believe this! This is awesome! Ash is here!" said Misty doing fist pumps beside Dawn who looked very confused.

Ash was sitting right in front of me, and I didn't know how he didn't notice the two crazy girls having a party over his existence right behind him. I was about to tell them to quiet down , but professor Sycamore beat me to it.

"Serena. Misty. Please no talking in my class" he said.

"Sorry prof" they said at the same time.

"Ash is here!" Serena whispered beside me.

I sighed. Great. Ash was here. Yet another reason for my two best friends to fight. I can't believe this. Why? Just why?

In the cafeteria.

"Wow, the first day of school is great so far!" said Serena. She had barley touched her sandwich since she was so busy talking about how much she loved it here.

"I can't believe Ash is here" Misty happily sighed.

"Hey, you two are finally agreeing on something!" I smiled.

They both huffed and turned away from each other.

"Ash is something everyone can agree on" Serena said.

"I think I'm missing something, who's Ash?" asked Dawn.

"The boy who came in late for prof Sycamore's class" I said.

"What's so important about him?" Dawn asked.

Misty glared at her for daring to question Ash's importance.

"Uh, I think Serena and Misty should explain" I said, I didn't want another 'Ash is so great' speech, but they could probably do a better job at explaining the situation.

"Well for starters he's sweet, and kind, and he loves pokemon" Serena started.

"Not to mention he's a great battler" Misty continued.

"Basically he's perfect" Serena finished.

Dawn still looked confused, I knew I'd have to step in since Serena and Misty were now both stuck in la la land and we wouldn't get anything else out of them.

"He's the guy that Misty and Serena have both had a crush on since second grade" I said and Dawn let out an 'oh'

"Is that why they fight so much?" she asked.

"No, they hated each other before they met him" I said.

"Wow, no wonder you hate him" Dawn said.

"What?! I don't hate him. Why would you think that?" I wondered.

"You were glaring daggers at the back of his head, like, really hard. I'm surprised you didn't burn a hole in it. I was wondering why, but now I know he's one of the reason's your friends are fighting" Dawn said.

"Well, I do wish he wasn't going to this school since Misty and Serena will have yet another reason to fight, but it's not like it's his fault. I don't hate him" I said.

"Could have fooled me" Dawn mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

I sighed "Come on, we should eat something before lunch is over" I said taking a bite of my wrap.

Me, Dawn Serena, and Misty were in our dorm after the last class of the day, talking about school and other things.

"So Y/n, you know there's a school dance coming up, right?" Dawn said out of no where.

"What? I didn't know about this. How did you find out?" I asked.

"It says so on the schools website. Serena, Misty, tell me I'm not the only one who knows about this?" said Dawn.

"I didn't know either" said Serena.

"I did" Misty said.

"You did?" I asked.

"Yeah, they have one every year two months after the first day to celebrate the new school year. You would know that if you had checked the school's website" Misty explained, shooting a look at Serena.

"You realize that Y/n didn't know about it either, right?" Serena reminded.

"Um, who do you want to go with?" asked Dawn trying to prevent conflict, I could tell she was doing it for my sake.

"Ash" Serena and Misty said at the same time, should have seen that coming.

The two turned and glared at each other. "What do you mean, why would Ash go with an unsophisticated tomboy like you?" Serena said to Misty.

"Well at least I don't spend three hours in the bathroom every morning gazing at myself in the mirror" Misty shot back.

"Excuse me?!" exclaimed Serena angrily.

Oh no, I thought. This is bad.

(Ash's pov)

In Ash's dorm.

"Hey Gary, I felt like someone was watching me in prof Sycamore's class" I said.

"That's weird, are you sure you're not just imagining things?" Gary asked.

"Maybe..." I said, I didn't think so though. Just then, a sound came from my bag.

"What was that?" asked Gary looking around.

"Oh, right" I said, I unzipped my bag and Pikachu came out.

"Ash, why do you have a Pikachu in your bag?" Gary asked.

"You see, Pikachu doesn't like to go in his pokeball, and since pokemon aren't allowed outside they're pokeballs in the halls, I have to keep him in my bag" I explained.

"Is that even allowed?" asked Gary.

"I talked to the principle and he said they could make an exception" I said.

"Ok, if you say so" said Gary.

(Dawn's pov)

Me and Y/n sat on the bed listening to the two girls shoot insults back and forth. I looked over at Y/n, it was obvious that they were hurting her more than they were hurting each other.

"Ok, stop, that's enough!" I said coming between them. "Can I talk to you both?" I asked before pulling them into the bathroom.

"We need to talk about something" I said.

"Wait" Misty interrupted.

"What is it?" I asked.

"We should give Serena a few minutes to look at herself to make sure her hair is still just as perfect as it was five minutes ago before you start" Misty said.

"What did you say?!" Serena exclaimed.

"Do you need hearing aids grandma? I said—" I cut Misty off before she could finish.

"No, stop it, this is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about" I said.

"The fact that Serena needs hearing aids?" Misty asked.

"No, all of your fighting" I said before Serena could respond.

"What do you mean?" asked Serena.

"I mean that you should stop. You're hurting Y/n more than each other" I said.

"I would love to stop, but somebody is making it very hard" Serena said.

"Excuse me? Who called me a tomboy" Misty snapped.

"That's not an insult, that's a fact" Serena said calmly.

"You see? This is exactly what I mean! Look, I know it's probably to much to ask both of you to stop fighting entirely and become best friends. I don't know why you hate each other, but I do know you won't be able to resolve it in one day. But could you at least try to keep it together in front of Y/n? She's your friend, and she really doesn't like it when you fight" I said.

They glared at each other.

"Please?" I asked.

Serena sighed. "I'll try for Y/n" she said.

"Fine" Misty grumbled. "But this doesn't mean I like you, or that I'm even going to be nice to you. This is just for Y/n"

"I couldn't agree more" said Serena.

"Ok, can we go outside and you guys won't fight?" I said.

They both nodded stiffly. We all went out of the bathroom and we saw Y/n still sitting on her bed playing with her Pikachu and my piplup.

"Hey, what took you so long?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing" I said and we all started talking again. Serena and Misty weren't fighting apart from the occasional glare.

I sighed in relief. Crisis averted, for now.

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And there's the next chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed this one too. That's all for now, bye!

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