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byunstation · 1 year

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seventeen

SEVENTEEN

svt members reaction to you stopping to tie your shoelace by @m00mis

seventeen's reaction to the s/o dodging their kisses by @etherealyoungk

rating svt on if they’d still love you as a worm by @jonnnysuh

hhu text reaction to “send me a pic of you but make it look like i took it” by @cheolsblackgf

vocal unit text reaction to “send me a pic of you but make it look like i took it” by @cheolsblackgf

is seventeen good at taking your picture? by @lovingseventeen

seventeen: as boyfriends by @sancrevm

when you forgot to kiss them by @wooahaes

you pulling the break up text prank on them by @unnie-lili

random scenarios with seventeen members by @trblsvt

seventeen as “things you said” by @jeongans

pickup lines by @enmerald

seventeen when you take your promise ring off during a fight - hip-hop unit | performance unit | vocal unit by @wuahae

seventeen reacts to their s/o's cat hating them by @svtdarlingbby

seventeen as dads by @m00mis

seventeen's reaction when you prank them by wiping your lips after they kiss you by @etherealyoungk

hhu being touchy by @ksyongi (M)

svt reacts to their s/o pranking them by avoiding their kisses by @formulawonu

hhu you flinch during an argument by @serenityseventeen

random text with bf!svt hiphop unit | vocal unit by @ilovehimyourhonour

first kiss with seventeen by @etherealyoungk

S.COUPS

gryffindor captain by @http-mianhae

untitled by @hyucks-rose (M)

inflection point 1 | 2 | 3 by @lovelyhan (M)

what besties do by @wonusite (M)

the great war by @amourcheol (M)

i like you by @taeyegu

JEONGHAN

little miss naughty by @hoshzone (M)

deskmates to lovers by @http-mianhae

worst neighbor ever (or is he?) by @amateurasterism

mon ange by @itadorins

inflection point 1 | 2 | 3 by @lovelyhan (M)

illicit whispers 1 | 2 | 3 by @httpshannie (M)

deeper in denial by @amateurasterism

untitled by @usercee (M)

JOSHUA

honeyduke lover by @http-mianhae

untitled by @euphor1a (M)

as the sun dies, so do we by @kyeomyun

JUN

false pretense by @papermatisse

HOSHI

let me try again by @papermatisse

WONWOO

roommates with benefits by @shuaflix (M)

wishing on airplanes by @twogyuu

meant to be yours by @cheolhub (M)

WOOZI

(not) a gentleman by @wonusite (M)

growing pains by @suhnshinehaos

MINGYU

untitled by @nsfwhao (M)

hot or cold by @jjuniehao

growing pains by @suhnshinehaos

him or me by @wwtneosay (M)

THE8

growing pains by @suhnshinehaos

SEUNGKWAN

do it by @love-strike (M)

VERNON

untitled by @sluttywonwoo (M)

DINO

law and disorder by @freakyfriedrice (M)

concealed zippers by @rubyreduji (M)

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luvkyu · 6 months

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rivals ( lee donghyuck/haechan ) part one

donghyuck x male!reader

maybe donghyuck's school rival isn't as bad as he thought?

content : 2k words, angstish/fluff at the end, high school!au, academic rivals trope, toxic parents ( reader's ), just a little crying ( reader ) but hyuck is a sweetheart about it so it's fine <333

( a/n ) only proofread once :[ part two will be out hopefully soon

part two

"haechan."

"..haechan?"

"lee donghyuck!"

donghyuck snapped out of his trance, turning his head toward his deskmate.

"huh?"

"class is over," jaemin said with a small snicker. he exchanged glances with jeno, who now stood beside his desk while clutching his bag over his shoulder.

"staring daggers at y/n again?" jeno teased.

donghyuck clicked his tongue in disgust as he looked back at y/n.

"he's top of the class again. he's a menace."

"pfft," jaemin scoffed, "he's a menace? he literally just studies and basically never talks. he's the opposite of a menace. he's actually very nice."

donghyuck only gave his friend a side eye in response.

"he's nice?" jeno asked, genuine.

"mhm! he lended me some money for lunch last week. he hasn't talked to me since, or asked me to repay him."

"he's a menace," donghyuck insisted. "next test, i'll get top of the class for sure. and he'll be stuck with second."

"that's what you said last time.." jeno muttered.

"hey!-"

"guys!" renjun's voice suddenly infiltrated their classroom. "you're like, the last ones left in here. c'mon."

"tsk." donghyuck gently flicked jeno's head as he stood up and gathered his books. jaemin laughed again, the three of them finally leaving with renjun.

y/n still sat at his desk while slowly packing up his bag, actually the last student left. a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about what he'd overheard.

"haechan is very loud for such a gentle looking person," he mumbled, before snickering.

"n/n!"

y/n looked up at the sound of his nickname. mark now stood in the doorway of his classroom, waiting for him.

"can i walk you home?" mark asked happily.

"you always walk me home."

mark smiled and nodded, "i know. but i still like asking."

y/n rolled his eyes. as his neighbor and best friend, mark was always very attentive to y/n. especially since all y/n ever did was sleep, eat, and study. mark always wished he'd be more social - he thought it'd do him some good to stop worrying about his grades so much. but y/n's parents would definitely disagree.

after walking for a while, the pair finally made it to their neighborhood. y/n seemed way too in his head today, and it made mark worry even more.

"are you coming to the dance showcase tonight? jisung and i have been practicing for weeks."

y/n sighed and shook his head.

"can't. i'm tutoring tonight. i'm sorry."

mark frowned at first, but quickly perked up.

"that's okay! i'll get someone to video it for you," he assured. "what about tomorrow? you can hang out since it's saturday right?"

"sure, that's fine. wanna see a movie or something?"

mark nodded eagerly, "love to!! we can go in the evening and you can stay the night at my place if you want."

y/n nodded and gave him a small smile.

"sounds good. good luck with your dance tonight, let me know how it goes."

"mm! see you tomorrow!" mark replied.

donghyuck walked into the local public library, a small prance in his step. he always enjoyed tutoring other students, as odd as that may sound.

he found a small table and began setting out his study materials while waiting for his tutee. the smile that had been resting on his face, however, did not last long. after looking up, he found that y/n was sitting at another table not far from his. he scowled under his breath.

"our teacher got the top students to tutor others, but we were supposed to find different places. tsk." he quickly stood from his chair and trudged over to y/n.

"..." donghyuck waited for y/n to look up from his book, but the male was stubborn. or maybe he just didn't care enough to spare donghyuck a glance.

"if you're going to speak, then speak. if not.." y/n spoke while making a shoo gesture with his hand. donghyuck's brows furrowed.

"why are you here?" he asked, not caring about the rude tone of his voice.

y/n finally looked up from his book. donghyuck was pretty, y/n would give him that, but that was about it.

"i'm tutoring chenle. and what about you? are you stalking me?"

donghyuck felt a surge of panic run through his body. "wha- no?! i'm supposed to be tutoring here. you go somewhere else!"

y/n simply gave the other a blank stare. "sure," he answered sarcastically. "i'll go somewhere else, stand up chenle, and he'll fail our next test. then it'll be your fault. you really wanna be the reason chenle fails? i thought you were better than that, lee donghyuck."

"you-.." donghyuck clenched his jaw.

"y/n..?" chenle's voice broke between the two. he gave a small, awkward bow as donghyuck moved aside.

"chenle! ready to get started?"

chenle nodded while looking nervously at donghyuck. he didn't like seeing him aggravated, nor did he wanna get in the middle of something between him and y/n.

"i can give you guys a minute if-"

"no," donghyuck stopped him, "we're done."

y/n sent donghyuck an insincere smile before watching him go back to his table to continue waiting for his own tutee.

their tutoring sessions lasted about two hours, and the whole time, donghyuck would steal disgusted glances at his rival. he kept wondering how jaemin could say he's actually nice.

"maybe he's not nice to you cause you always give him such a hard time," jaemin had once argued. donghyuck scoffed. no, that couldn't be it. y/n had to be the problem.

donghyuck looked up from the paper he was supposed to be reviewing. y/n had a kind smile on his face as he moved his pencil from question to question, explaining the answers to chenle.

"yeah, he's definitely the problem," he whispered in annoyance.

"huh?"

donghyuck perked up, remembering the pupil beside him.

"mm? oh, nothing! let's go over these."

his student nodded as donghyuck slid the worksheet over to him. donghyuck's eyes naturally drifted to y/n one more time before taking a big breath and beginning to review the paper.

rain.

it just had to be raining when y/n stepped out of the library to start his way home. he sighed and stopped under the last awning of the building.

"fucking great," he muttered.

taking his phone out, he scrolled down to his mother's contact which he had at first planned to call. but then, he thought, his parents were the last people he wanted to see or be driven home by. so with that, he began walking.

usually, walking home was no problem for y/n. it was around a twenty minute walk to his neighborhood from both school and the library, as the two were only a couple blocks away from each other. his walks gave him time to listen to music and enjoy the weather, or just to be on his phone without the prying eyes of his parents.

but today, y/n could already feel the rain starting to soak through his clothes. the water dripped down from his hair and onto his face, making him let out another sigh.

"maybe i'll get sick this weekend and have an excuse not to study," he hoped quietly. his small smile fell after thinking about it for a minute. "if i get sick, they'll blame me for walking in the rain, though."

crossing his arms, he walked faster and lowered his head. while watching his shoes slap the puddles on the ground, his mind kept wandering. he felt incredibly sad. he wished his parents could just be his parents, instead of borderline dictators. education didn't mean anything to him, and yet he tried so hard to be top of his class just to earn some kind of validation from them.

before he knew it, he was crying. not a heavy sob, just quiet tears that blended with the rain while the color of his eyes faded into a tint of red.

suddenly, the rain stopped hitting him. his brows furrowed. the drops were still hitting the ground around him, but he couldn't feel them.

"idiot. you'll get sick if you keep walking in this weather," donghyuck scolded. y/n looked up to see the male holding a black umbrella over themselves. as much as he hated donghyuck, he was freezing, so he took the offer and mumbled a quiet, "thank you."

donghyuck had never been this close to his rival. their shoulders were touching, and he thought he should've hated it, but instead there was a small, exciting spark running up his spine.

"why are you walking?" donghyuck asked. when y/n didn't answer, he leaned over to see the other better under their umbrella. his face dropped with the realization that y/n was crying.

"ah.." he stood back up straight, unsure of what to say now. he hated that he felt bad for someone he was supposed to despise. but y/n was, after all, just another person.

"are you okay?"

y/n scoffed as he wiped his tears. "if i said yes, i'd be lying."

donghyuck nodded and looked around a bit awkwardly. he never thought himself good at comforting people, but he'd definitely try.

"wanna talk about it?"

y/n suddenly stopped walking. he could feel the rain hit him again when donghyuck kept walking, taking the umbrella with him. he turned in surprise before hurrying back to y/n to shield him from the water.

"why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" y/n asked.

donghyuck met his eyes, quiet. y/n's eyes looked tired and strained from his tears, but beautiful despite this. he almost felt entranced from his gaze.

"i dunno.." donghyuck mumbled, "you're just a person, right? regardless of whether i hate you or not. and i don't mind listening if you wanna talk."

y/n's lips thinned into a line as he thought about it. he looked down at his soaked shoes.

"i don't wanna go home," he muttered out.

donghyuck frowned. something was definitely wrong, but he'd feel wrong if he pried into y/n's home life.

an idea struck him as they arrived at a sheltered bus stop. he pulled y/n's arm and finally lowered the umbrella to sit him down on the dry bench. donghyuck could see that the male was beginning to shiver, his jacket turned to a darker drenched color.

"take that off," he said while tugging at the wet fabric of y/n's sleeve.

"what?"

"take it off. you'll definitely get sick if you keep that on. take mine," donghyuck said while holding his now discarded jacket out to his rival.

y/n's brows furrowed in concern. "but you won't have anything to wear.."

donghyuck shrugged, "i'm dry. and i like the cold. really, please take it."

y/n nodded and slowly took his jacket off. it felt gross to handle such a wet piece of clothing around his body, but the dry and heavy fabric of donghyuck's jacket quickly made up for it. he sat back and snuggled into it with a content smile.

"thank you."

donghyuck nodded and set the other jacket aside. he could tell y/n was trying to keep his smile at bay, but he decided not to pester him about it. what mattered was that he was safe and dry now.

"..why don't you want to go home?" he finally asked. y/n's smile faltered.

"my parents are home."

donghyuck didn't really understand, but he didn't plan on being any more nosy. he looked around and spotted a restaurant behind the bus stop, deciding to focus on that.

"have you eaten?"

y/n looked at him in slight confusion. "what?"

"have you had dinner yet? we can go eat together before you have to go home."

"where?" y/n realized right after he asked that it didn't really matter where. any place would be better than a house with his parents.

"maybe that place?" donghyuck answered.

y/n turned to see the restaurant donghyuck was pointing at. he'd actually been there a few times with mark, so he quickly nodded.

"yes please."

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lockburn-castle · 1 year

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⋆ ✩‧₊˚ ꜱᴠᴛ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ˚₊‧✩༘⋆

LEGEND:

⇒ 『✓』 - 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔡 (𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰) ⇒ 『📱』 - 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔲, 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔲 ⇒ 『 ☁ 』 - 𝔣𝔩𝔲𝔣𝔣 ⇒ 『 🗣 』 - 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔶, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔯 ⇒ 『 ⚠︎ 』 - 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱 ⇒ 『 ❣︎ 』 - 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 ⇒ 『 18+ 』 - 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 ⇒ 『 ➳ 』 - 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰 / 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 ⇒ 『 🕰 』 - 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 ⇒ 『 ⚛ 』 - 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

𖠋 do remember to read the warnings before continuing to read the fanfics!!

--⪼ ♚ SCOUPS ♚ ⪻--

' THE WAY BACK ' - by @suhnshinehaos {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} Remind Me - by @milfgyuuu {☁, 🗣} yours, but not yours - by @gyukult {☁, ⚠︎, 🗣, 18+} get you - by @yoongiseesawmp3 {☁, 🗣} GAME DAY - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} His Hoodie - by @drunk-on-dk {☁, 🗣, 18+}

one-shots/time stamps

arcade - by @sweetiesicheng {➳, ☁, 🗣} mistletoe inn - by @junkissed {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ JEONGHAN♚ ⪻--

DESKMATES TO LOVERS? - by @http-mianhae { ❣︎ , ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣} my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - by @shuaflix {☁, ⚠︎, 🗣, 18+}

one-shots/time stamps

such a flirt ! - by @amateurasterism {➳, ☁} Girls Talk Boys - by @drunk-on-dk {☁, 18+} to you - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} [ 12:02am ] - by @slytherinhobi {🕰, ☁} worst neighbor ever (or is he?) ! - by @amateurasterism {➳, ☁} waterproof - by @husbandhannie {➳, ☁, ⚠︎} [11:23 pm] - by @jjuniehao {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♔ JOSHUA ♔ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

my home - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} about you - by @shuahoonie {➳, ☁, 🗣} Say It Back. - by @diamondyjh {➳, ☁} This One's For You. - by @diamondyjh {➳, ☁} Smitten - by @slytherinhobi {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ JUN ♚ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

naughty cat of the week - by @seungkwansphd {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♔ HOSHI ♔ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

Photoshoot - by @slytherinhobi {➳, ☁} my things and yours - by @husbandhannie {➳, ☁} [8:06 AM] - by @thru-the-grapevine {🕰, ☁} just a moment with you - by @husbandhoshi {➳, ☁, 🗣} [02:09 pm] - by @jjuniehao {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ WONWOO ♚ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

『 tomorrow 』 - by @genezpen {➳, ☁} chocolate rum cookies - by @wonwoonlight {➳, ☁} the regular - by @trblsvt {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♔ WOOZI♔ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

[02:14] - by @kwanisms {➳, ☁} bags - by @cheolsblackgf {➳, ☁} Half-Baked - by @thru-the-grapevine {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ DK ♚ ⪻--

Missing Pieces - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣}

one-shots/time stamps

and tomorrow we’ll begin anew - by @noramoons {➳, ☁} [20:40] - by @gyu-effect {🕰, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ MINGYU ♚ ⪻-- one-shots/time stamps

restless without you - by @duhnova {➳, ☁} ♡ KICK YOU OR KISS YOU - by @alohajun {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ THE8 �� ⪻--

fixer upper - by @seungkwansphd {☁, 🗣, 18+} now or never - by @heartkyeom {✓, ☁, 🗣, ⚠︎ } ❝ academic infatuation ❞ - by @berriesandjunnie {☁}

one-shots/time stamps

Hot pot, flowers and fireworks - by @hongnanglen-arina {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ SEUNGKWAN ♚ ⪻--

one-shots/time stamps

Mission Possible - by @thepixelelf {➳, ☁} 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - by @sungbeam {➳, ☁} best boyfriend ever - by @junkissed {➳, ☁} ☆ OUR LUNCHBOX - by @odxrilove {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ VERNON ♚ ⪻--

LIE AGAIN - by @escapewriter {✓, 📱, ☁, ⚠︎, 🗣}

one-shots/time stamps

[𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟒𝐀𝐌] - by @sungbeam {🕰, ☁} The Valentine's Day Date - by @rubyreduji {➳, ☁} dropping you lunch at work - by @ssentimentals {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ DINO ♚ ⪻--

one-shots/time stamps

i like you - by @leejungchans {➳, ☁} make it better - by @idyllic-ghost {➳, ☁}

--⪼ ♚ OT13 ♚ ⪻--

svt season's greetings - by @junkissed {➳, ☁} 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 - by @heavenshoon {➳, ☁} long distance relationships - by @wooahaes {➳, ☁}

𖠋 to be regularly updated!

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4beomy · 1 year

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★ small talk, big talk | c.bg

synopsis: in which you beg for your annoying seatmate to shut up for just one class. wc: 2.2k genre: fluff, drabble

You were never the one to not be able to focus in a class. There wasn’t a day where you slept during a lesson—okay maybe you’re selling yourself a bit too much— but still, the point stands, you were always focused, prepared whenever a teacher would think it was a good idea to randomly call on you. And frankly, you prided yourself on that.

Until you were doomed. Your math teacher had snapped one day and from the heat of the moment, decided to assign seats again. You groaned—finding her reaction to be an over exaggeration, but nevertheless, you pulled yourself out of your old seat and stood with the rest of your classmates waiting for your name to be called.

“Y/N. You’re here.” you looked at the desk she was pointing at and immediately, you fought the urge to audibly whine. She chose a back table, way too far from the board—way too far for you to actually be able to read whatever she writes on there. Before you could try and remind her that you asked in the beginning of the trimester to be seated in the front due to your embarrassingly poor eyesight—she calls out another name.

“Beomgyu, you’re next to her.”

You’re doomed.

“Miss, I—” you get cut off with your teachers stern voice. “Don’t test me today. Go to your seat Y/N.”

Before you could respond, she had already moved on with calling other people’s names. You just had to suck it up and walk over to your new desk—And bare your new deskmate. It wouldn’t be for too long anyway, you’d talk to her later and convince her to change your seat.

“Introduce yourselves to your new neighbors. By the time I’m done trying to open the slideshow, you should have exchanged the basics.” your teacher instructed.

When you settled your bag on the floor next to your leg, you could see from your peripheral vision that Beomgyu was looking at you. Hesitantly, you glance at him— his head was completely turned to a 90 degree angle tilt, literally staring at you.

“Hey.” he beamed when you finally noticed him, a grin so big you were sure you transformed into a winning lottery ticket for a second.

You didn’t know it was possible for your face to falter, or for the corner of your lips to fall, even when they weren’t up to begin with, but it happened. Because a realization set on you. Beomgyu, the officially certified class disturbance, was going to be sitting next to you. You were in the comfort of your previous seat, being able to roll your eyes everytime he decided to open his mouth—to either make a stupid joke or ask the most idiotic question—and now, that was gone. You were in the comfort of your previous seat, not having to have him close enough for you get a migraine, and now thats gone too.

You exhaled managing to put a weak smile on your face—one that trembled, “Hi.”

Your plan was simple. To just sit, and listen, like you’ve always done until you could go up to your teacher and ask for a seat change.

But that didn’t happen. Not the seat change, not the listening.

“You’ve been seeing just fine the past couple of weeks Y/N. All of a sudden when there’s a seat change, you can’t see?” it was a week after the seats were assigned, and you finally decided to request a seating change. It was torture to put things simply. It was like your ears only picked up Beomgyu’s sound waves and you were very, very close to pulling out your hair—officially declaring your insanity. When you saw her eyebrows raised, questioning the motive behind your request, you internally panic at the thought that she might refuse to change your seat.

“It’s not all of a sudden! I told you about it before when you asked us what seats we prefered! I swear I can’t see the board from where I am right now.”

She sighed, choosing to study you for a minute, then finally saying “Hun, Beomgyu isn’t that bad. You can live sitting with someone new, yea?”

So. That ultimately failed.

New plan. Ignoring your seatmate till the trimester ends and hoping for the best.

“You know, I totally like ice cream. But I don’t like the sweet flavored ones, you know? I mean like, the really really sweet ones. I hate cookies n' cream ice cream. But then—”

It was the daily rambles from Beomgyu, how great. Thankfully, your brain had finally learned to filter out his voice faster. But seriously, was he insane? Who was he talking to and who was listening? Because it was definitely not you.

“Y/N, what about you?”

Your thoughts come to a stop, your brain, for some reason, not filtering out his voice when he decides to call your name.

You would’ve asked what exactly he was talking about, but then, you did have some compassion left in you and you kind of didn’t want him to know that he was talking to the molecules in the air instead of you.

So, you settle for a general response. “Yeah, I totally dooont—” you narrow your eyes at the way he his eyes turned a little sad so you immediately switch it up, “I’m toootally a big fan...?”

You think you said the right thing because a contrast to his sulky face a few seconds ago, a toothy grin spreads on his face, “A big fan? Definitely not bigger than me.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah..it’s my favorite” you say the second part quietly, not having the energy to put effort into the white lie.

The minute you hear your teacher coming in the classroom you pull out your notebook. You shoved your hand into your bag, trying to fish out a writing utensil, you get a bit frantic, confused on why you can’t find anything.

You came unprepared.

“Need a pencil?” you hear, then turn your head to the direction of your deskmate. You sighed, nodding. ”Alright, wait a second.”

You expected anything but him getting up, walking to some random student’s table.

You just wanted to run away out of embarrassment when the teacher stopped her lecture, arms crossed, tapping her foot over and over again impatient at Beomgyu’s disturbance.

He seemed tame —-and with what you could make from the small gaps of your fingers that were subtly over your face, he had a smile on. He walked towards you again, a cartoonish, accomplished smile on his face, and a pencil in his hand.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when the teacher gave you a disapproving look, for some reason, and finally continued the lesson.

“Here.” he puts the pencil conveniently on your notebook. But you side eye him, kind of annoyed that he caused such an awkward scene. “Why?” it was barely audible but he catches on, and his eyes look at you again.

“Hm? Oh—oh, it’s because Soobin’s like.. known for having really good pencils.”

“What?”

“Well not good pencils more like—”

“Mind sharing what you guys are whispering about to the class?” your teacher announced, the smile on her face showing the exact opposite of happiness. It was obvious it was directed to you guys because the whole class turns to stare, some rolling their eyes and others snickering.

Beomgyu shook his head quickly. “Sorry Miss.”

“Focus.” she warned and you both nod. When she turned to the board to write again, Beomgyu leaned sideways closer to you.

"It's more like.. Soobin wouldn't mind if you borrow and never give it back." he whispered. "And it would probably be a safer bet to like..take a pencil from him, you know?" he added.

You don't look at him, eyes glued to the board. "We should focus."

"Oh—oh, yeah." he moved away, the childish energy dimming.

You didn't say it but you did find it slightly endearing that he tried to make logic of walking across the classroom to get a pencil for you. Just slightly.

When the next day rolls around and he's talking about his favorite Taylor Swift song for the thirtieth time this month, you're oddly more focused on what he had to say. Even if his opinions were completely invalid.

"I'm telling you, Evermore is objectively the worst Taylor Swift album. Folklore was better by miles."

You narrowed your eyes at him, an unbelievable smile on your face, not believing someone could have such a bad take. Before you could start an argument with him, your teacher had slipped your graded test on your desk—no one noticed, but you did. Even when the paper was faced down, not actually being able to confirm your grade—you could hear her disappointed sigh, and it gave you the hint that you didn't do well.

"Also, the weather has been so bad these days. But even then, I'm just like...it's definitely better than sweaty armpits and bugs everywhere."

You don't focus on what he's telling you, your brain doing its best to filter out his voice as you stare blankly at the paper. You should turn it around and see what you got. It can't be that bad. Maybe not your best, but not that bad. Right?

Like ripping a bandaid, you slammed the paper around. And it dawned on you— the big, fat F.

Which did not stand for fantastic.

You could've used your deduction skills for a second and narrowed down why you did so bad— maybe because you were so busy laughing randomly whenever something that Beomgyu said pops up in your mind ...that you didn't study, maybe—maybe because whenever he would focus on the board, you could steal glances at his side profile, one that you found so genuinely beautiful— no, maybe because you haven't been focusing on your assignments lately...

No, it was Beomgyu. He successfully managed to distract you. Was he happy? Judging by the way you see him still talking, with the prettiest smile you've grown to warm up to very quickly, he is. You don't care if your irrational blaming was irrational. You don't care if you're wrong, your anger was still directed at him. Increasingly by the minute getting more and more annoyed the more you see his mouth move.

"I forgot to ask, but what's your favorite color—"

"Can you shut up?!" accidentally, your voice was way louder than you intended and immediately you're feeling regret when your eyes meet your teachers'. You apologize non verbally, showing the most apologetic face you could make but she was clearly not having it. You're doomed.

"Out. With your bags. Both of you."

Anger overrides the previous emotion, and you flare your nose, hastily carrying the shoulder straps of your bag, storming out. Beomgyu followed behind with his bag hanging on his shoulder, jogging to catch up with you.

He closed the classroom's door behind him, mirroring the way you were leaning on a wall, your leg stretched out in front of you.

"You okay?"

You shot him a glance, confused on why he would ask you that—especially when you basically just embarrassed him.

"Beomgyu—why...Why are you asking that?" your anger had basically dissipated, regret once again finding its way in the pit of your stomach remembering the way you yelled at him.

"Because I don't think you are... I just wanna hear it from you." for the first time, he doesn't look at you while talking, just held his stare at his feet.

"I mean—it was just..." you stopped because to you, it wasn't just a bad grade. It was a bad grade and you were disappointed. Extremely, to the point you had to act like a complete baby with such an outburst. "I failed the test. And then got angry for some reaso—look, I'm sorry I don't know why I yelled at you. It was just the heat of the moment and—"

You didn't notice that Beomgyu had zipped open his bag, taking something out until he offered you a long brown, paper bag.

You hesitantly accepted it, confused on what was happening.

The bag was hot, which makes you even curious so you take a peek of the inside.

Churros?

"I was gonna give it to you after class ended. Also, don't worry, it's completely fresh. My dad got it out of the oven right when I was heading to schoo—"

"How ...how did you know that I liked Churros? Like ...they're my favorite?!" you were semi scared, confused but still really, really happy at the warm cinnamon smell that made you crave shoving the churros down your throat.

Beomgyu gasps, looking at you with wide eyes. "You literally told me yesterday."

You furrowed your eyebrows—until, ah. He was talking about Churros that time? Thank god you were smart enough to read his facial expressions.

You bite your bottom lip slightly trying to hide your smile, looking down at the paper bag. He went out of his way to get you something that you said you liked.

"Thank you." you smile. And in return, he smiles too. Not the over the top grin, it was a heartwarming smile that was more than genuine. He smiled because he was genuinely happy at seeing you happy, not because he's just a person who naturally smiles all the time.

"Give me half, yeah?" he teased.

"Piss off Beomgyu."

a/n: apology drabble for the delay of nbm. u guys deserve this (non proofread) beomgyu fluff. i'm up for part 2 one day bcs i think this is still a bit platonic lol

#beomgyu fluff #beomgyu drabble #beomgyu oneshot #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x reader #txt fluff #txt oneshot #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #txt drabbles

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trannyctophiliac · 1 year

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frenemies to lovers.

featuring, the akademyia's scribe, al haitham - modern au, ~1.4K words -

al haitham was your neighbor. when you first moved into his quaint neighborhood with your parents at the small age of 6. you were shy and quiet, not accustomed to the new area. he was well familiarized with the area, which let you to become friends. he was your neighbor. the neighbor who's door you'd knock on almost everyday at two in the afternoon to throw a ball with or just invite over for lunch. the neighbor who would always tease you about being cold because you always seemed to forget your gloves while it snowed outside. the neighbor who would wash your boo-boo off and give you one of his star-wars band-aids. the neighbor who would always be there for you no matter what.

al haitham was your deskmate. all throughout primary school you never failed to sit next to him. you two were attached at the hip, never leaving each other's side. when you two weren't together, the staff would question what happened to the other. he was your deskmate. the deskmate who would always smirk triumphantly at his perfect 100% compared to your 98%. the deskmate who would always trade his graham crackers for your olives during lunchtime because he knew you hated them. the deskmate who purposely lost the spelling bee in grade 5 so you'd finally be able to win one since he won all the others. the deskmate who always thought of you so you'd never be left out in anything.

al haitham was your best friend. peas in a pod if you will. never having to worry if you'd be sad because al haitham was always there to make you smile. he never had to worry either, because you'd always be beside him as well. he was your best friend. the best friend who had many things matching with you: matching necklaces, playlists, and highlights on instagram to name a few. the best friend who would make down-right foul comments just for you to hit him with a horrid comment just as hard. the best friend who would wipe your tears and hug you as long as you needed because he hated seeing you distressed. the best friend who could always make you smile even on the worst of your days.

al haitham was your academic rival. every time students would be given their final exam scores the first person he'd go to was you. when other people like cyno would ask what you'd get, your response was either better than al haitham or your actual test score. you both were always at each other's necks with your scores no one could truly say who was better. he was your academic rival. the academic rival who'd sit in the library with you for hours tutoring each other back and forth. the academic rival who would always make fun of a bad test score you've gotten, but would roll his eyes and tell you to shut up if you brought up his. the academic rival whom you walked on stage with as top valedictorians because your strengths were his weaknesses and vice versa. the academic rival who always loved having someone who could keep up to speed with him.

al haitham was your boyfriend. he was no perfect in any means. neither were you. the both of you were flawed in many parts relationship wise but balanced out each other out nicely. he was your boyfriend. the boyfriend who would pull you in his arms because you forgot to bring a coat to one of your park dates. the boyfriend who'd sit with you into the unholiest hours of the night to watch your favorite show since you couldn't wait until the morning. the boyfriend who would always tease you about past childhood memories he's grew fond of. the boyfriend that always had a red velvet box in his pocket but never knew when the perfect time was.

al haitham was your fiancé. while outsiders would say he proposed to you too quickly, close friends of yours see it differently. people who knew the both of you saw it as two soulmates who wouldn't be able to be seen with anyone else but them. he was your fiancé. the fiancé who hung up photos around your shared home dating back to when you two were just small kids, unknowing of how your friendship would bloom and prosper like the wildest flowers. the fiancé who helped you take off your shoes and make up after a day out so you wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. the fiancé who calmed your nerves over how the wedding would go because according to him, as long as he's getting married to you in the end it'll be perfect. the fiancé who holds you near his heart the day before your wedding because he knows he won't ever be able to put his love into articulated words.

al haitham is your husband. the husband who fidgeted with his fingers for the first time in years because he wants everything to go according to plan. the husband who put a blindfold on and snuck into your room so you could do his hair for him because you're the only one who could get it just as he liked. the husband who holds in a breath as the music starts playing and reality hits him like a bus. the husband who eyes widen like saucers as he sees you at the start of the aisle, with the same padisarahs he got for you the first date you ever went on. the husband who can't help but look at his best man, kaveh, with such a lovestruck expression that could rival him to cupid himself. the husband who can't help but cry a little when reciting his vows because he physically can't believe he's getting married to the person that moved in next door when he was 7. he's getting married to the person who always failed spelling bees because they could never spell resplendently correctly. he's getting married to the person he posted every year once the year came to the end and everyone posted their favorite people. he's getting married to the person he held hands with on stage while getting their diplomas and medals. the husband who's shaking a little when pushing the emerald ring on your finger. the husband who flicks your forehead with no malice intent because your voice keeps cracking when reciting your own vows, even though he's not any better than you are. the husband who pulls you in by the waist and kisses you with passion. with all the love he can give. with everything he has.

you're all his and he's all yours, despite your excitement now, you know your 6 year old self wouldn't ever see it coming.

if you enjoyed pls feel free to interact and follow <3 have a nice day 😊

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suiana · 9 months

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So to give to a little context first. I have a friend whom I met from my old online school. We have a enemies dynamic. We've each other for 2 years now. When we first met I was the one who talked the most, which he used to see as "annoying". Ever since I left the online school and became busy with my new irl school, I started messaging him less and when I do, he acts more and more nicer and chill than before. To the point he stared flirting with me but I always brushed it off as I also flirt with everybody. Did I forget to mention we are the complete opposite of each other. He's extremely introverted online while I'm literally just putting out my phone number for everyone to see. Irl tho I'm introverted and scared of people unlike him who suddenly has the ultimate rizz and getting into fights with other boys.

One time he messaged me while putting on his just as he got out if the shower. Lemme tell you I was dense af back then. He literally asked for shampoo recommendations. I didn't know anything about men's hygiene so I told him to use a flower scented shampoo. He left for 15mins which I thought was because he was drying his hair. No he was running to the store. He asked for which shampoo brand I use. I didn't want him to know that much about me so I said any sakura scented one.

Another time was when we were talking about a game we like and he thought about cosplaying the character I liked and I thought of it as just some teasing between friends and went along with it by saying I prefer the female characters.

I'm always questioning my sexuality so I'm always joking around that I'm gay and I think that's the reason why he hasn't been straight forward.

He started his own irl school last week and a girl kept looking back and forth at him and when he was about to go home she stopped him saying he could always ask her for help about studies and the school.

And again with a different girl but this time is his deskmate. Apparently every single girl he has met had asked him if he has a gf to which he responded with "not ur business" and I already knew something wasn't right at this point because I have seen his face before and he is mid. Sure ig some girls r into tall boys but he's a freaking emo.

And did I tell you about my suspicion about his deskmate not even being a real girl because the Coincidences if them being neighbors and having way too much in common is too suspicious. Did I also mention "her" personality is completely unreal. She says she's "not like the other girls" and HE him out of all people fricking agreed

And his description of her sounds exactly like me. Short wolfcut, gets mistaken as a boy, kinda tall. Even her behavior is like mine, Just randomly zoning out. And the last thing that completely threw me off guard was her grades. She's the Top of the class. I'm literally part of the student council.

But then I wanted to meet her too if she was comfortable with it but y know what he said.

Idk I can

He thinks I might accidentally hurt her feelings. He has known me for nearly 3 years.

And his response to me was

"Didnt mean it but since she has many mental issues and tried to suicide her self because of got bullied and mocked,i just don't want to makes her feel bad and depressed"

I relate to her so now im always telling him to protect her even if her stories might be worse than mine.

But now that I'm rethinking about it

I think he's lying to me

I heard getting advice from random strangers on the internet is better than getting actual help /j

I actually really like him and I don't have the courage to confront him directly about it

There's a very high chance I'm just being delusional and should continue being some wingman

But I don't have any other friends to tell this and I really need to get it off my chest and get other ppls opinions so I hoped I didn't make too many Grammer mistakes

don't worry about making grammar mistakes it's totally ok

u should subtly try to egg him on for answers

like asking what's Ur ideal type, what would u do if u date me, do u think we'll be more than just friends etc

if he hints that he does like u maybe u can shoot your shot lol haha, and don't be disheartened if he rejects u, there's plenty of fish in the sea :3

imo u probably have a good chance of getting that because he probably likes you ++ no guy I've seen would do such things for someone they just call a friend :)

I hope everything goes well for you bae and all the best

#suiana's sinners

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emmaelix · 1 year

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I Swear That's Not My Dead Body: Part One of Seven: Bakugo x Fem! Kirishima! Reader

I recently asked @aikugo on Tumblr what their favorite AUs are and one of their answers was Office au! I personally also love crime-solving and quirkless AUs, so I blended them all together into this mess! And to make sure I didn't abandon this poor fic I created an outline (although whether that will motivate me we shall soon see 👀)

Y/n Kirishima stood outside her new boss's door, hesitating to knock. Should she? At her last job, she wouldn't have done that, but she wasn't sure how "hero agencies" worked. She had gotten this job because of her prior training as a nurse, meaning she worked well enough in high-adrenaline situations. A hero agency worked alongside police and emergency medical services to help the victims of violent crimes and natural disasters.

Y/n decided to knock. "Hello? Mr," Y/n paused to look at the name on the door. "Mr. Yagi? Are you in there?"

A tall man in a black suit with bright blonde hair and blue eyes opened the door. He looked about forty but acted like he was still in his early twenties. "Hello! Yes, I'm Mr. Yagi, but I'd much prefer it if you called me Toshinori! I might be your boss, but I'm still your equal!"

Wow. This guy was as energetic as Ejirou. A second man, lean and shaggy-haired wearing jeans and an unbuttoned blazer walked out of Toshinori's office. "I'm Taishiro," He offered, grinning and taking a bite out of candy of some kind. He was also blonde and had brown eyes that shone so bright they almost looked yellow.

"Oh, nice to meet you Taishiro! I'm Y/n Kirishima, the new hire," Y/n said, smiling at the man but shaking her head no when he offered her some candy.

Taishiro waved a man who looked maybe two years older than Y/n over from the desk where he sat. "Tamaki! Come meet the new hire!"

How many people in this office had names that started with T? Y/n was relieved when she saw Tamaki. He had dark blue eyes and black hair that was dyed indigo on the tips. He wore slacks, a collared shirt, and a red tie. Tamaki smiled when he saw Taishiro and Toshinori. "Tamaki has been with us since he got out of medical school! He's a real prodigy, and graduated top of his class. He's calmer and has a more slow-demeanor, which you might enjoy since most of the rest of us are pretty fast."

Y/n chuckled softly at the blush spreading across Tamaki's cheeks. "Can I be shown to my desk? I'd like to get settled in before my first job."

Taishiro nodded and pointed to a desk in front of an angry-looking blonde man. "You'll be next to Katsuki. Be careful around him. He didn't get the nickname Pomeranian for his soft and caring attitude."

"This might be an even better job than I first thought," Y/n said, carrying her small box of items to her desk. The only pictures she had were of her and her brother or her brother and Mina, his girlfriend who they'd grown up with and who had become like a sister to Y/n.

Y/n and Mina had become so close Y/n had told her brother that if they ever broke up she'd marry Mina just to keep her in the family. Although Y/n doubted that would ever happen. Just last week she'd gone with her brother to pick out the engagement ring he wanted to give her on Sunday.

Y/n put her pens away and turned to her new deskmate of sorts. "Hello, I'm Y/n Kirishima. I just got this job last week and I was hoping to make some friends so-"

"I know who you are. You moved into the apartment beside mine. I'm 1-A, you're 1-B. I also know your brother. He and his girlfriend live in 2-A right above me."

It might be easier to make friends here than Y/n thought. "If you're coming over to my apartment it better be because I asked you over. I'm having wine and pasta tonight. Do you want to come? It'd probably be us, Tamaki, Eijirou, and Mina."

"Sure!" And thus began a beautiful friendship. Well, if you call neighbors and co-workers eating pasta together and cussing at tv characters on Friday nights a beautiful friendship. Which Mina Ashido certainly does.

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Y/n was talking on the phone with Mina two months after moving into her new apartment. "Yes, I've already chosen hand towels. Yes, Mina, of course, they're the same! I'm not spending money on new towels when I have old towels that work just as well! Hang on, someone's at the door. It's probably Kats."

Y/n could hear Mina snickering on the other end of the phone. She walked to her apartment door to see - as she'd thought - her neighbor Katsuki Bakugo standing in front of her. "Hey, Y/n. I need some help at my apartment."

Y/n had heard that she didn't know how many times. It was a ploy Bakugo used to get her to come over and eat with him when he didn't want to eat alone or had made too much food by accident. Since he often used his mother's recipes, which were designed for three to five people, he had leftovers almost every night. "Sure, Kats."

Y/n was about to hang up when Bakugo motioned for her to stay on the line. She was about to ask why when she noticed what was lying on Bakugo's floor. "Katsuki Bakugo! Is that an effing body? What the hell?"

Bakugo shrugged. "I don't know how it got here. I came home and she was just lying on my floor. Since there are maggots eating her I'm guessing she's dead."

Y/n made a disgusted noise. "Yep. She's dead. How did you not smell her? Yuck."

Alright. Chapter One/the prologue is finished. Next to come: Chapter Two, probably by the end of the month. (But don't hold me to that 😅)

#bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #kirishima! reader x bakugo #Quirkless au #crime solving au #I'm not sure if this is a result of me getting back into Bones #Or just insanity #I think it might be insanity

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pls recommend more of those teen best friends start dating in college shows i just got into c-dramas and i need more of them in my life thanks

Of course, nonnie! Here I go...

A Love So Beautiful: To me this is like the classic example of the genre. It's the story of Chen Xiaoxi growing up while being perpetually in love of her neighbor Jiang Chen who seems aloof and pedantic but is just extremelly socially awkward. As usual it follows 5 best friends through high school shenanigans making you feel all warm and fuzzy. This is one of my faves but it has its problems, for starters once they leave high school the shows does a speed run to the present, creating a weird pacing in the last episodes. (It has a South Korean version that it's not...really good.. and an upcoming Thai version which I'm really excited for)

Le Coup de Foudre / I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You: This doesn't follow quite the same timeline but it's a really good show so I'm including. It follows Qiao Yi and Yan Mo, unlikely soulmates that are deskmates in high school. After Yan Mo is set to transfer to England by his parents he asks Qiao Yi to go with him. She accepts but stuff happens with her family and they lose contact for years until they reunite as working adults. The show skips from the present as they are married, to their high school life and their reunion. Featuring: strong female friendship that almost raise a child together, realistic sibling relationships, 30 year old actors in HS uniforms, and Fei Da Chuan the character to ever exist.

When I Fly Towards You: This one just makes you smile like an idiot all the time. Based on a novel written by Zhu Yi , the same writer of Hidden Love and master of writing men with poor self-esteem. Su Zaizai falls in love with Zhan Lurang at first sight and doesn't try to hide it at all. After an incident that gets Zaizai in serious trouble Lurang, Jiang Jia (Zaizai's closest friend), Guan Fang and Gu Ran help her and adopt each other as best friends for life. While the romance in this is top notch (Gu Ran and Jiang Jia deserved more screen time though), this show is mostly about the friendship between them. Also, Lurang and Zaizai are basically together from almost the start but since puppy love is kind of taboo in China it's not official until they graduate HS.

Go Ahead: This one is also a feel-fest. Jian Jian, Ling Xiao and Zi Qiu grow up together when Jian Jian and Ling Xiao's fathers decide to raise them together (yeah... I know...fellas?) and after Zi Qiu is basically abandoned by his mother. They treat each other as siblings and adore each other until Ling Xiao and Zi Qiu graduate HS and go back to their families. Jian Jian feels abandoned and starts treating them more coldly. The drama shows the importante of found family and how it compares to actual shitty blood families. The characters are so well-written, specially Jian Jian my beloved and shows actual mental health problems in a realitisic way. A lot of people disliked the romantic relationship between Ling Xiao and Jian Jian, but I'll let you form your own opinions

Special mentions to Wait, my Youth that I did not finish (it wasn't bad, sometimes one is in one of those moods), and Exclusive Fairytale that just finished airing and I'll start soon

#this took so long nonnie but here you go #drama recs #cdrama recs #anon

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nerdkiller · 1 year

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Ok Termites based on how it would feel like substituting for or supervising them

Capella: likely the kid the teacher names as a helper, she'll talk or be a bit rowdy if it doesn't seem like you'll be strict but she would settle down if you are too. Helps her desk neighbors out with the work and tries to act like a student legal advocate for the rest so they respect her bc she gets you off their back. If Khan is not in the room she will provide very biased deep lore about him unprompted to explain his psychomaniac behavior (take w a grain of salt & its more than u wanted to know) but will thoroughly ignore the guy in class. Will never tattle on the others* tho

Sticky: loud, will be moving out of his seat constantly, talking across the room, you'll have to constantly remind him about behavior etc. But he will also not react angrily when you give him verbal warnings and will probably engage in mostly funny banter. Might be named as a helper too if the teacher is trying some psychological scheme because he actually does at least respond to you even if his actions say he is not listening. Most likely to ask really personal and invasive questions

Notkin: Mostly like Sticky but less physical movement and freneticism, but also will straight up disregard whatever you say that he doesn't feel like doing and won't even humor you. But he is unlikely to be snappish and will pretend he is being amenable to you so you get off his back sooner. Probably the loudest in sheer volume. Is constantly sniping at Sticky for no reason and unprompted as well which becomes the main source of volume issues. Can get into verbal altercations with Khan however that will appear initially harmless to the unfamiliar eye but can escalate into violence so watch out. Brags about punching teachers in a deceptively disarming way

Grace: the kind of quiet that makes you think she's on task until you look at her worksheet and there's nothing on it except a few scribbles. Nevertheless good-natured but if you push her on it she could snap with irritation but that just feels bad so let her be. Might also sleep in class if it's in the morning but you just let her bc again it feels bad. Is reliable as Capella if you ask her to do something like pass out work or take attendance.

Khan: the worst to sub for. Will ignore you and go on easily talking with the others if you decide to do nothing about him but if you tell him to do anything no matter how polite he will argue or snark back because he doesn't recognize you as an authority figure. Any resistance on his part will cascade throughout the classroom as a norm. If you try to converse with him he'll respond with what feels like a running dialogue against any and all authority figures thus both confusing and disabling you, emphasizing just how little he regards your input. The other kids will actually listen to him though so if they manage to annoy him too your interests might align and work in your favor. Probably won't hit you because he is good at expertly threading a needle of behavior but will walk out/you don't want to be the first he decides to hit

*Bonus Clara: comes in extremely late and is named as a helper which is confusing bc she doesn't appear to be doing anything you actually say. If you let her out of the classroom you will spend the next 20 minutes anxiously wondering where she went. Something is always going on. Will either fully lie to you or will dutifully get work done, no in between. Very loud and rambunctious if the class starts talking and will likely fall out of her desk at some point. Deskmates with Grace and is either hatefully ignored (and tattled on when she's gone to the bathroom for 20 min) or amicably teased by Capella. Everyone else seems to like her tho

Murky: much like Grace but the younger and more grumpy, more lethargic version. Always will mumble responses and has a hard time actually communicating what she needs from you. Actually just hates loud class environments so you feel bad she has to be there. Will play w whatever toy or device instead of struggling to concentrate w work and is not yet at the age or communication level where she will just tell you to f off.

Taya: very high energy and will "boss" you around (really just replicating a model of dialogue behavior she picked up on) with uncanny vocab and phrases she definitely learned elsewhere. Clearly advanced for her age. Has her own desire to perform well if she's invested in a task but has to be reminded about physical space almost constantly when playing or she'll beat other kids and you senseless

#patho tag #cope for me #ok back to work tomorrow yay #edit wrote this last night after a bad day of work but this was a good or average day so i can post this now :)

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standalonegemstone · 4 months

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me going into my programming internship like: I have to be Professional all the time. Always put your best foot forward and take advantage of everything this company has to offer. Never share about your personal life your co-workers don't care about you. Oh hey my deskmate is actually kind of cool she plays DnD and is also queer and she's really helpful if I ask her questions. Actually everyone in my team is willing to help me out that's really cool Oh hey most of my team plays similar games and has similar interests and they're really nice to talk with. The more experienced developers are really cool and nice to pair with and they're really funny and oh oops now they make inside jokes with me and instead of being wary around them I'm comfortable asking them for help and what happened to trying to keep the personal and professional separate? They don't care about you. I'm only here to get experience and pad my resume and nothing else. A teammate helped me out when my car wouldn't start after work ended. I have karaoke and korean barbeque with my team and a neighboring team tomorrow. The senior developer on my team let the whole team know that if they wanted to take a personal day they can and that they don't need to log it at all. The senior developer on the neighboring team helped me debug something when I couldn't figure it out. I have DnD with two of my teammates every other Sunday.

It's cold right now. I can't wait until spring and summer hit. I have 8 months left before I go back to school.

#.txt #finding the goodness (my friendships with my teammates)#in the horrors (working for a tech company that took away our unlimited sick leave the other day)

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lavender-long-stories · 4 months

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Spoilers for Lavender Umbrellas | Chapter 2 | Rated T

Hinata leaned her hips on the counter as she cut vegetables. “Akatsuki?”

Neji poked his finger into the counter to make his point. “They’re a ‘study group’ made of inner-city pity scholarships and lower high-class delinquents whose parents don’t watch their behavior.” Hinata didn’t like how he worded that.

“Itachi-san has one of the jackets.” He wasn’t considered a delinquent, was he?

“I’m not sure what qualifies you to get in.” Neji excused an exception to his crude rules. “Steer clear of them. They aren’t known for their grade. They’re known for detentions and fights off campus.” Was that why her deskmate was bruised? At least, she thought they were bruises. It was hard to tell. He was blue.

“They seem nice enough.” Hinata earned herself a look of disappointment.

“I wish you would have been put in my class.” Hinata was glad she wasn’t. “We don’t have many of them.”

Hinata slid the vegetables into a bowl and started on the fish. “The one I sit with seems nice.” Neji put his hand on the side of his face, exasperated. “Why did you choose to sit with Kisame Hoshigaki, of all people? Wasn’t there any other seat open?”

“That’s mean.” Hinata scolded. “He’s nice.” After sharing her lunch. Kisame shared his textbook for their next class since hers hadn’t arrived yet.

“Have you seen him?” Hinata paused to hold herself back from a comment. “He is a six-and-a-half-foot shark whose hobby is street fighting, and it shows. I strongly advise you to avoid him.”

Hinata set the knife down with a snap. “I will choose my friends.” Hinata regretted losing her temper when Neji flinched. “I’m sorry, but you promised not to interfere.”

“I just wish you would select better people to befriend.” That comment wasn’t any better, but she would let it go if the conversation ended here.

--**-- The little thing hadn’t been scared off yet. She even lit up when he came in. Really? Was she that sweet? Hinata wished him a good morning as he slumped down onto the table and rubbed his eyes.

“Didn’t you get enough sleep?” Hinata lowered her head along with her voice. How thoughtful. Itachi simply spoke louder to punish him.

Kisame pressed his face into his arm. “I worked overtime last night.”

Hinata's lip pouted out, concerned with more questions, but left him in peace.

Deidara, however, decided to try again, leaning on her desk as soon as he sat down. Hinata hushed him as he prodded her with questions. “Hobbies, hm?”

“Uh…” Hinata seemed unsure. “I guess I cook… sketch…” Deidara perked up, smacking his neighbor’s arm, earning himself a glare. “Sasori and I are in art club. You should join, yeah.” Hinata put her hands up defensively. “I haven’t looked into clubs. I’m not sure if I can join any. I’m supposed to go home with Neji-san after classes.”

Deidara ignored her comment and discomfort, explaining the club before launching into his usual art spiel. Sasori commented idly, only making Deidara more passionate in countering him. In the end, Hinata made the mistake of letting him put his number in her phone so that he could send her pictures. She would regret that.

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Deidara attempted to drag her to the cafeteria, only excepting no for an answer if she agreed to at least dropping by the art club this week. Itachi joined them, turning Sasori’s chair around to sit with them, with Hinata now taking his usual seat. Just as soon as he sat down, he had an amused quirk on his face.

Kisame didn’t like that face. “What?”

Itachi nodded his head at Hinata as she slid a family-size bento in front of him. Kisame looked at it and then at the bento that she had yesterday sitting in front of her. Was this one just for him? She made him his own bento?

Hinata shrank into her lunch, trying to act like she wasn’t tying herself in knots. Itachi gave him a smug ‘told you’ smile that made Kisame want to punch him. Kisame opened it to put her out of her misery. It was a larger version of hers. Released from her turmoil, Hinata mumbled something into her food. “Hmm?”

“Our soy sauce is gluten-free. I thought it was, but I double-checked.” Kisame chuckled as he took a bite out of the meal. He was grateful. All he ate when he got home yesterday was a banana and past-date rice that was still in his fridge. This girl was a saint. “What else do you like?” “You going to keep this up?” Kisame asked with his mouth full. Hinata frowned at his manners. “It’s not healthy to skip lunch.”

Kisame chewed more completely to keep her from glaring at him. “Seafood, but no shark fin soup, obviously.”

Hinata slid out a notebook with a list. “No gluten, no preservative, no milk.” She filled in the new information. “No shark. Yes, seafood.” He didn’t even need to lean over to see it. She was keeping a running list of him.

Kisame popped the end of a rice ball into his mouth. “I don’t mind, but you don’t need to take all the effort.”

“I make three bentos already. What’s one more?” The third one was probably the same size as the other three combined. Didn’t that make it double the work?

Itachi didn’t hide his smile. His assumption was right. Kisame had a new little friend.

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Itachi still had that annoying smile on his face. Annoying bastard. “Yeah, yeah. You were right.” Kisame relented. “She’s an angel. Bit of a mouse, though.”

“It’s certainly interesting to watch you two. I’ve never seen you so speechless.” Itachi teased, picking up his bag. “I’m not used to receiving gifts.” Kisame pushed his chair in. “That’s your thing.” “I’m sure you enjoyed it much more than I do.” Itachi headed for the door.

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Kisame rolled his neck. “What are we doing in PE today?” He got enough physical activity. He didn’t need someone he could easily lift to tell him to run around the track.

Itachi didn’t look up from his assignment. “Volleyball, I believe.”

Great, another sport people expected him to be good at. Couldn’t they play dodgeball? He sucked at that. Too big of a target. “Are you any good at volleyball?” Hinata didn’t respond. She was looking at her phone with a frown on her lips. “Hinata?” Kisame asked louder.

Hinata jumped, turning her attention to him. “Huh?” She placed her phone face down on the desk as her cheeks turned red.

“Are you any good at volleyball?” Kisame put his head in his hand, not hiding his smile.

Hinata's face changed, guarded, uncomfortable as she hesitated to answer. “Why?” Did volleyball scare her? What kind of reaction was that? “Itachi thinks that’s what we’re doing in PE today.”

Hinata looked down, looking paler than usual. “I won't be participating in PE.” Interesting, but with the look on her face, he wasn’t going to ask. Hinata tugged her skirt down below her knees. “I’m still recovering from an accident last year.” Her eyes flickered to her umbrella. It still hadn’t rained.

“I’m always picked first for teams,” Kisame grumbled, continuing the conversation like she hadn’t said anything.

The tension released from her shoulders. “Why?” “He’s tall, aggressive, and overly competitive,” Itachi answered.

“Hey.” Kisame snapped at him, but it brought a smile back to Hinata’s face.

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Hinata settled on the bleachers with her homework. It was nice to be out of the classroom, the sun was warm, and the breeze was nice as long as it didn’t blow her papers away.

The two classes took classes like PE together, so Kisame and Neji stood on opposite sides of the net. Neji was taller than she was, and he was still a foot shorter than Kisame. That couldn’t be fair. She used to be quite good at volleyball, but that was back when she could jump.

Kisame’s PE t-shirt reveals the sheer amount of bruises, bandages, and old scars that made a tragic map across his skin. It also showed the deep muscle definition in his arms and shoulders. How did he maintain that level of muscle mass, eating the way he did? Hinata slid out her notebook. She needed to remember to add more protein to his lunch.

Hinata rested her pen cap against her lip as she looked back at him. Kisame lifted the front of his shirt to wipe sweat from his face, revealing more damage on his back. Neji mentioned he got into fights but did he win all of them?

Kisame being a weekend brawler didn’t really fit with the image she had of him. Kisame was massive, and that could be intimidating, but he was always lowering himself like he was trying to look harmless. He held his pen and flipped pages like he was afraid he might break them. When he was gentle with everything, almost to the point, it inconvenienced him.

Hinata chewed on her lip as she wrote down a few meals that would be filling and high in protein. Maybe could add more ferments to promote his immune system, but would the smell bother him?

“Hinata-sama?” Neji held out a water bottle. “You look upset.” Hinata glanced back at the class. They were taking a break. “I’m fine.” Kisame was giving Hidan an annoyed look as he spoke to him. Hidan was grinning, with his whole shirt off, wiping his face off with it. Kisame put a hand on his shoulder and shoved, knocking him back entirely with not much force. Hidan tumbled but started laughing, making Kisame’s face sourer. Maybe he wasn’t gentle with everybody.

Neji followed her line of sight. “You aren’t going to heed my warnings, are you?”

“You’re not going to approve of everyone I make friends with.” Hinata nodded toward his team. “You’re being called…”

Neji looked back at Lee as everyone started returning to position. “Be careful, Hinata-sama.”

Lavender Umbrellas

Pairing: Kisame x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata moves to her cousin's school and makes friends with a misfit study group, namely Kisame. Heartfelt relationship between a shy small girl and a big tough guy.

Image by Fulvio Ambrosanio

#kisahina #kisame hoshigaki #full chapter #lavender umbrellas #Hinata Hyuga #hinata hyuuga

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seosracha · 2 years

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CYBER! - park sunghoon.

🌐SUMMARY! sunghoon and you have always been bestfriends. it went from being next door neighbors, deskmates in highschool and finally, being idols together. but when you two get mixed up in a successful dating scandal, what happens when you dont want it to be cyber anymore?

🌐PAIRING! idol! sunghoon x idol-fem!reader

🌐GENRE! smau, fluff, bestfriends to lovers

🌐STATUS? complete!

chapter 1. border: denial

chapter 2. mega mansion

chapter 3. solargene

chapter 4. i hate hybe!!

chapter 5. today is violence

chapter 6. tax fraud

chapter 7. extra cute

chapter 8. heart eyes 4 u

chapter 9. silly boy

chapter 10. pathological liars

chapter 11. ASAP!

chapter 12. in Love with u

chapter 13. fifteen tweets

chapter 14. L word you (finale)

special chapter! birthday celeBROtion

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rome-writes · 2 years

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The Rabbit Hole of Mechanical Keyboards

Finally had the budget to literally build a “budget mechanical keyboard.” As much as I love my first mechanical keyboard the Rk61. I’m limited with its 60% layout, plus I finally reached my limit with clicky switches. Thankfully for around a year and a half, my neighbors didn’t kill me for typing loudly at 3am.

Two years into this rabbit hole, I now get the appeal of fully building and customizing your keyboard from scratch. I spent half of a day tuning the stabilizers, what more if I lubed the switches? It’s time-consuming but personally, it’s therapeutic for me. It’s the feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction for putting the time and effort into the item you’ll be using for a long time. I’d do it all over again, as the process is satisfying. The rabbit hole of this hobby really never ends huh?

Alright, time to break down the specs and peripherals

This mechanical keyboard is the “TY87”, it’s a good starting budget custom keyboard for the price. The cons would be its plastic body and complicated mounting, I couldn’t disassemble it at all. No foam mods for me and that thocky sound. The sound is bearable, coming from someone who used a clicky switch. The board along with the stock foam included resonates more of a clacky sound and a bit of plastic hollowness.

For the stabilizers, I modified the board's stock ones. If you have the budget to buy better stabilizers and down to disassemble this board, then you're good. If you’re like me who’s broke, then here’s what I did.

Clipped the stabilizers, holee modded them, band-aid modded them, and lubed them off course! If you're unfortunate not to have some Krytox 205 G around, I used dielectric grease for the whole stabilizers.

Modding stabilizers can be a handful, but I swear the sound of rattle-free stabs is sooo good.

For the switches, I used stock gateron milky yellows. You can never go wrong with gateron yellows. I swear it’s still the undefeated budget king. For my future build, I’m planning to buy some Akko switches. I hear that they’re a good alternative for gateron yellows.

For my keycaps, I used my old GMK Yeeti PBT clone keycaps. I recently found out they were clones, well not surprised but I used to call it split dye keycaps but it’s more of a gradient really. I got this from Yonqiu.ph on Shopee.

Well, that’s about it for the board. It’s not all fancy and premium-like, but it gets the job done. Maybe it’s just me finally snapping out of the clicky sound era, but it’s 100% better than my old board. I’m also starting to feel that I prefer linear switches instead of tactile ones. I’m now a member of yuck clicky switches unless it’s box jades.

For my artisan keycaps, I got them from Toxickitty Store, Lollipoppy, and Likhaatgawaph. Definitely check them out on Shopee to support local artists and give your board a prettier look.

Lastly, I’m already changing my keyboard so why not throw in a desk mat as well? I bought mine from Zoot It Up, check them out on Shopee. The deskmat is called “Amihan '', a collab between them and Marahuyo.

I’m not sponsored or affiliated with these shops, but hey my inbox is open for collabs & freebies. Baka naman. Kidding.

Shoot me a message to get sucked into the rabbit hole. hehe

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stellamancer · 2 years

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& here i am alive (pro hero!izuku midoriya x reader || chapter two)

rating: Teen and Up

pairing: pro hero! izuku midoriya x reader

tags: pro hero au, neighbors au, aged up characters, domestic fluff, drama, slow burn

word count: 2574 (4705 in total)

notes: i apparently forgot to mention this was a slow burn. oops. in other news, this fic will update once every week or so until we catch up to where i am writing wise or until the end (for those wondering- i’m currently writing chapter 20). i’ll make a banner or sth pretty for this one day lmao.

warnings: this chapter mentions stalking. in context, it’s not actually stalking that being said, please take care if you are adverse to the subject.

“You look like hell .”

You glance at your best friend and deskmate, Nao Aisaka. She’s eyeing you from her seat, apricot eyes glimmering with a mixture of concern and amusement. You keep your focus on your computer as you respond because, unlike some people, you are not God’s gift to the corporate world. “Oh really?”

read the rest on ao3

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #deku x you #deku x reader #tw: stalking #uh #idk what else to tag it #i'm so bad at these lmao #i can't say i'm 100% pleased with this chapter so #i'm gonna run for the hills now lmao #also famima supremcy!!!!#the other conbini are inferior!!!!#except maybe lawson #nikuniku fics #&hiaa fic tag

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admiringlove · 3 years

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“you were the one that accidentally got coffee in their hair.”

— welcome to sam’s brewery, where we commemorate reaching 500 customers! this event lasts for one week, and will only take up to twenty orders(as above that can become quite overwhelming).

+order: hiya, it's review anon. i love the way you write and congrats for hitting 500!! i want to give you something challenging because you've done a couple hurt/comfort pieces before with good dialogues that fit the story. how about something like, "you were the one that accidentally got coffee in their hair" + akaashi? you write for him really well :) [submitted by review anon]

+word count: 0.6k

+author’s notes: i do think i write for him the most ahah! i have the most experience when it comes to his personality <3 here is the link to the event masterlist, requesting is now officially closed for this event!

Akaashi's been stressed.

With mid-terms approaching in less than a week, he's scared that his scholarship won't last. Balancing college, work and expenses felt easy at first—spoilers, it's not. Living alone in a shabby apartment with couples as his neighbors was already hard, and on top of that, the only entertainment in his life was that one novel he decided to bring back from home(along with his phone, but he really doesn't like being on it much).

So yes, Akaashi Keiji was a sleep-deprived college student, whose life almost ran on coffee, and his will to continue on with his studies was slowly dying. Without Bokuto by his side, he didn't have anyone to keep him grounded. Everything was dull. Anyone would think it's the opposite, because Akaashi is supposed to be the level-headed intelligent boy whereas Bokuto was the obnoxious yet welcoming friend. They used to work on a tandem; Bokuto being the one who calmed him down when his anxiety leveled up, and Akaashi doing the same for his owl-themed friend.

He hadn't felt more lonely in the past four years.

Until today, when for the first time in weeks, Akaashi ended up laughing out of pure joy. Well, not exactly pure joy, he felt bad for the person who got coffee spilled on their hair in the café line, but it was still atrociously hilarious to him. For the first time in almost forever, he was happy(the guilt was seriously downing him, but he laughed anyway).

What a wacky morning indeed, he thinks to himself. The doubt-solving sessions are almost of no help during his lectures. He wonders to himself why he's even paying for them—because the teacher wouldn't listen to people's questions, and just ramble about how Shylock decided to scheme out a revenge plan in the Merchant of Venice.

He sighs for almost the hundredth time in the same day, making his way to the library. If he planned this out correctly, he had a full day to study. Without motivation to, that is. Groaning, the gunmetal-eyed boy strolls over to the back of the library, where almost always a certain seat is empty, and he usually has the place to himself.

Emphasis on 'usually'.

Because if today couldn't get more hectic, someone was sitting on the other side of the table. His shoulders immediately droop at the thought of having to share his usual spot with someone, but he walks over anyway because he doesn't have the time to procrastinate anymore. With less than a week left, he has to memorize almost half of the intentions behind the stupid characters of Shakespeare's play's actions. And he also has to prepare four essays in that amount of time.

Akaashi opens up his laptop, his eyes focused on the screen as he types his essay while thinking. He's trying his best, but his mind wanders to his deskmate, who's sitting across from him and is humming. With earphones on, and a white shirt with a slight brown stain on it, he recognizes this person.

"You were the one that accidentally got coffee in their hair," he points out. They look up at him, their eyes widened as they remove their earbuds one by one and ask, "You saw that?"

"Yeah, I was actually in line with you," he chuckles, "Unfortunate, really. Thankfully the other person's coffee wasn't hot."

"Nope, they just managed to ruin my favorite hoodie," you groan, putting your earphones in your bag swiftly as you say, "I'm [L/N] [Y/N], currently having an existential crisis because of exams."

"Akaashi Keiji," he mumbles back, "Almost dead because of sleep-deprivation."

Somehow suddenly, he thinks that maybe his life wasn't so dull. He thinks of the possibilities he has with you, and that maybe, you might just turn out to be a better friend than he thought.

And that, you do.

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