#i cant afford to miss more class..

[tenmissedcalls]

gonna skip my morning class tmrw too i think

[fishandshesmygills]

SO sickening when a canker sore somewhere else in my mouth makes my entire jaw sore. stay in your lane!!

[collecting--stardust]

Guess who's spending Eid away from home again next year lol

[keebwee]

sorry teach can't do work today i am going to explode

[transgaysex]

genevieve and audrey are the same name to me

[pupkashi]

cherry blossoms

satoru doesn’t wanna leave you for the japan grand prix, so he flies you out to join him

a/n: hi hi !! here is part two to my f1 au !! this has taken me so long to write i hope you guys like please please please let me know what you think !!! i know the japan gp was so long ago i fell behind in sorry </3 ; lets just act like the plane rides and time zone shifts make sense thank u <3

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part 1 // main masterlist

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO !

“so you’re going to japan in a couple days then?” you ask, sitting across from the white haired f1 driver, watching as he nods softly, taking one last bite from his steak.

“yeah, it’s my home race so I’m hoping it goes well” he smiles, it was obvious he was nervous for the race. you smile softly at him, “you’ll do great.”

it was like a bubble had engulfed the two of you after you first met, the chaos of the world and academia seemed to settle for the two weeks he had been in town.

“what do you have going on?” he asks you, hooked on what you’d reply with as the gears in his head turned.

“just classes, finally don’t have an exam this week” you cheer, looking up and seeing an unfamiliar look on satoru’s face.

“why don’t you come with me?” he asks, cerulean eyes gleaming at you. satoru is taken back when you laugh softly taking a casual sip from your water when your eyes land on his, stomach dropping when you realize he was serious.

“you’re serious? i can’t ditch classes for a week satoru” you laugh nervously, “i can’t even afford a plane ticket to Japan let alone a hotel and everything that comes with travel” you reason shaking your head.

“I’d pay for everything, don’t be stupid” he says quickly, “cmon just for the weekend then? you skip your Friday lecture all the time anyway what’s one more?”

you think for a second, biting your bottom lip and realizing you’ve only known this guy for the better half of a month. do things always move this quickly in relationships? you cant speak from experience, but before you think too long satoru is reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.

“it’s cherry blossom season and I’d want nothing more than to take you on a picnic under the beautiful trees” his cheeks are akin to those of the trees he mentioned and makes your stomach leap. “cmon you said it was on your bucket list didn’t you?”

you could feel your heart skip a beat, your face must’ve given away your surprise as he grins back at you. he remembered something you’d mentioned in passing? god he was making this harder than it should be.

when else would you get an expenses paid trip to japan and an f1 Grand Prix?

“i need to think about it” you say, his ears perk up and there’s a wide smile on his face that brings his dimples out.

“that’s not a no” he grins, you smile at him shaking your head.

“that’s not a yes either” you correct, squeezing his hand before letting go and finishing off your food.

he doesn’t bring it up for the rest of the night, instead appreciating every moment the two of you spend together, away from public eyes. satoru squeezes your hand a bit tighter, the sky a colorful painting of reds and oranges, a hue of pink blanketing the world around the two of you.

you sat in lecture on monday morning, only half paying attention to what your professor was talking about, messy notes on your tablet as your mind wandered.

what are the odds you miss something important on friday? satoru was right, you were already planning on skipping. satoru, you think, snowy hair and lashes to match, captivating blue eyes; what are the odds you come across him again?

who are you to fight against fate?

‘how much should i pack ? i am a chronic overpacker’ you type out, thumb hovering over the ‘send’ button before taking the leap and tapping it.

youre quick to put your phone on do not disturb and place it back in your pocket, figuring if you’re gonna miss lecture Friday you might as well take better notes now.

satoru was only half paying attention to what his manger was saying over the zoom call, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he listened. his phone lit up with your text, a wide smile immediately making its way onto his face as he grabbed it, reading your message.

“satoru are you paying attention?” his manager asks, slightly annoyed at the driver.

“media when we land, FIA wants me at the conference, tiktoks with george, a couple pre race interviews-” satoru continues to list off everything he’d been told perfectly, all while typing out a reply to you.

“oh could you book me a flight and an extra hotel room? I��m bringing someone this weekend” satoru grins, excited as his assistant nods yes.

satoru cheers, a bright smile into his camera as he waves goodbye to everyone and logs off the team call, finally settling on what to reply to you with.

‘pack as much as you want, I paid for a check in’

he can’t help but giggle, standing up from the table and flopping onto the hotel bed. satoru thought the image of the crushing schoolgirl was always an exaggeration, but the smile on his face and the swinging of his feet made him realize it was 100% true- and he was but a schoolgirl with a crush.

‘you already got me a flight?’

‘duh, wasn’t gonna risk you saying yes and me being unprepared :P’

you were trying your hardest to not smile, biting your lip and focusing on the music in your headphones. the suns rays beating down on you as you walked onto your bus, sitting near the back in case you did end up giggling at a message. (you failed miserably at hiding a smile.)

‘when does your flight leave?’

‘in an hour ish i think’

‘im headed to the airport now actually’

the two of you text the entirety of your bus ride and well after you get home. your phone rang after you’d set it down to focus on your work, satoru’s contact name flashing on the screen as you picked up the phone.

“hello?” you answered, a nervous laugh leaving your lips.

“hey! figured this is easier than texting so that you can do your work and stuff while we talk” satoru had a giant smile on his face, eyes looking out the window of the plane as he talked to you, “is that okay?” nervously bringing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“that’s perfect actually” you chuckle, “how was the airport?”

it didn’t feel like much time had passed since you answered the call, but as you looked out the window and how much work you’d gotten done you realized it been well over four hours. your eyes widened as you checked your phone as saw the length of the call

4:47:56

“oh my god it’s been almost five hours” you laugh, closing your laptop and putting it to charge. “unlike you i don’t have a flight attendant to give me food so” you trail off, realizing you’d forgotten to take out meat to thaw for dinner, takeout it is.

“alright alright, I’ll let you get back to life without me” satoru sighs dramatically, “have fun in the slow lane” he teases.

“oh please you’ll see me on friday” you laugh, “and i do not drive in the slow lane! you’re just used to going too fast in cars” you mumble, thankful he couldn’t see the wide smile on your face and the way you were playing with your hair.

the call went on for a bit longer, there was a pregnant pause between the two of you.

“I can’t wait to see you friday” satoru breathed out, staring at his lap before back out the plane window. everyone else on the small plane had fallen asleep already, trying to get a jump on the time zone shift. he should’ve been asleep hours ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to hang up on you.

“i can’t wait either, my second ever formula one race” you tease, “oh and you’ll be there too!” satoru rolls his eyes at you, smiling.

“haha very funny” his sarcastinf tone makes you grin.

“okay i seriously have to go now, let me know when you land?” you’re not sure of your words, it’s not like you were dating the guy.

“course i will, have a goodnight y/n” he says softly.

“goodnight satoru” you reply, a small smile on your face before hanging up. you’re stuck dumbfounded for a second, laughing before shaking your head, trying to get back to reality and not think about the tall, blue eyed man every moment possible.

lectures always seemed to drag on forever, but this week? eternal. especially on your final thursday lecture. had time always gone this slowly in class? your professors words were not the least bit interesting today, not compared to the thought of getting on a flight to japan for a Motorsport event.

not compared to hanging out with satoru again.

your fingers itched to text satoru, he’d been busy since he landed, with scarce texts sent your way. you didn’t want to seem too clingy, the thought of it scaring him away held you back from double texting him. he’d text you when he could, right?

finally lecture came to an end, you couldn’t help but breath a small sigh of relief as you packed your thing into you backpack and shuffled out with the rest of the class.

as if on cue your phone began to vibrate.

satoru

“hey” you smiled, pressing the phone closer to your ear as you tried to get out of the crowded hallway, going down the stairs and exiting out the side of the building.

“hey! is this a good time?” he asked, fiddling with the hotel duvet, the tv on as background noise.

“yeah i actually just got out of class- isn’t it night time over there?” you interrupt yourself, “shouldn’t you be getting eight hours of sleep or something?”

satoru can’t help but smile at your concern, “it’s only free practice tomorrow morning, just to get a feel of it all” he assures you, “what’re you up to?”

“heading to my bus stop actually! gonna get home and make sure I’ve got everything for my flight” you giggle, a little more bounce in your step as the time for your departure nears.

“do you need me to get you an Uber to the airport?” he questions, rubbing his burning eyes, refusing to give in to his exhaustion. just a couple more minutes, he told himself.

“nah my friend's dropping me off, but how am i getting to the hotel and stuff?” you’re beyond nervous for the whole trip, hands a bit sweaty just thinking about everything that could go wrong.

“I’ve got a driver picking you up, you might be tired so you don’t have to come to the free practices or anything, I’ll see you after they’re done, so maybe sometime in the afternoon” he replies, about to say something else when a yawn cuts him off.

“are you sleepy?” you ask, nearing your bus stop and internally cheering when an empty one arrives at the same time you do.

“just a bit, media was exhausting” he chuckles.

“why don’t you get some rest, we can talk all you want after i land” the words still don’t seem real to you, “you need to get sleep, satoru.”

“only because you keep insisting” he agrees, a dramatic tone in his voice that makes you smile. “goodnight y/n, can’t wait to see you tomorrow” he yawns as he speaks, eyes already fluttering shut.

“goodnight satoru, sweet dreams” you reply, biting back a grin as you hang up, your nerves at bay for now.

you should’ve known satoru booked you a first class seat, but you were still shocked when you sat down in the spacious seat.

‘how much did this ticket cost ????’

you didn’t expect a reply back, he was more than likely already at the race track getting ready for the first free practice.

‘don’t worry about price :) how’s the flight ?’

satoru had to be out in the garage in 30 minutes, his suit only half zipped as he sat in the room waiting for kento to come get him. he can’t help but think about you, how your flight was going, if you were regretting coming.

three sharp knocks on the door have him shooting you one last text ‘have to go :P’ before carelessly setting his phone on the counter and hastily putting the rest of his suit on.

“come in” he sing songs, knowing a familiar blonde headed man would be the one on the other side of the door. the door swings open only a moment after, kento giving satoru a small smile before stealing a piece of candy from his counter.

“you ready?” kento asks him, tossing satoru his gloves. “toto wants you to get a feel of the track, not pushing much this session” satoru nods at his words, following his friend out the door and into the bustling garage.

“alright let’s kick the weekend off!” satoru grins, grabbing his balaclava and helmet before putting them on and hopping behind the wheel.

you felt silly, really you felt like you were back in eighth grade and crushing on the star football player that everyone wanted. you especially felt silly asking you friend for their f1 tv login so you could watch the first free practice.

though satoru didn’t expect you to keep up with formula one and understand exactly how it worked, you’d figure if things were serious enough to fly you out to a different continent, you should at least understand what his greatest passion was. it was a rabbit hole you fell into one night, and multiple videos, google searches and questions to your friend later you had a basic understanding of the motorsport.

by the time you landed the second round of free practice was halfway underway, and as promised a driver was there to greet you and help with your bags.

“mr. gojo has arranged for you to have your own suite in the hotel,” the driver, ijichi, states. “however he has also asked me to give you a keycard to his room as well”, handing you two cards “in case you’d like to stay there instead.”

“oh thank you so much!” you exclaim, “I don’t have to check in or anything?” you ask, looking out the window in awe of the city around you.

“no, everything is set already” he says kindly, “and feel free to order anything for room service, if you’d like to go anywhere when he’s busy you can call my number” he hands you a small business card with a soft smile.

“oh wow thank you so much” you smile, “he really went all out huh.” ijichi smiles at you through the rearview mirror, nodding before focusing on the road again.

the hotel room was much larger and more expensive than you thought. you realized maybe you shouldn’t underestimate just how much money satoru had, and how willing he was to spend it on you.

curiosity got the best of you, setting your things down and walking into the hallway. the large window at the end of the hall caught your attention, your mouth falling agape when you saw just how close to the circuit you were. the cars seemed to fly on the track, and you found yourself looking for satoru’s. after a minute you headed back, finding his room and hesitantly putting the keycard up to the lock, heart racing when it actually unlocked the door.

satoru’s room was about the same as yours, and you could t help but snoop around. there were two beds in his room, whereas yours only had one. the notepad on the table has something written in it, you debated not reading it and minding your business. but you could only stop yourself for so long.

onigiri, strawberry sandos, chips?

the messy handwriting matched satoru's. was he thinking of foods to take on your picnic? the realization made your face heat up and your lips curl into a bashful smile. you stopped a giggle from leaving your lips, composing yourself before heading back to your own room.

your phone buzzed after a couple moments, speak of the devil.

‘just finished wrapping up, did you make it safe?’

you couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping this time, biting your bottom lip before typing out a reply.

‘yup !! just got to my room actually :3’

satoru smiled at his phone at your text, sending you a ‘see you soon then ;)’ before putting it in his pocket. as he exited the paddock a couple fans called out for him, making his step falter and head back to say hello, signing a few things before waving goodbye.

“good luck! we are all rooting for you!” one of them called out, he couldn’t help but smile widely, nodding before walking off. it hadn’t dawned on him really, the fact that it was his first ever home race in formula one. something he’d dreamed of since he first discovered the sport as a child.

he could feel his heart begin to race, hands getting a bit sweaty before he shook the thoughts out of his mind. he let his mind wander as he made the short walk to the hotel, catching himself grinning when he remembered you were waiting for him.

the soft knock on your door made your heart leap, unforeseen nerves surfacing as you thought about being face to face with the famed driver once again. a deep breath later you’re opening the door with a small smile, one that grows when satoru’s expression mirrors your own, growing in size upon seeing you.

“you really came” he breathes out, a relieved laugh leaving his mouth. “for a second i thought you were lying to me and had backed out” the admission made you gasp incredulously, smacking his arm and inviting him into your room.

“you wound me” you quipped back, “i wasn’t gonna leave you hanging, not after all the effort you’ve put into all this” your arms motioning to the room around you. satoru is glad his face a bit flushed from both the free practice and the walk here, or else you’d surely notice the prominent blush on his cheeks and ears.

“did you wanna go out today?” he asks, taking the liberty to sit on the edge of your bed, you’re quick to join him. despite having only known you for under a month, he could tell you were at odds as to what to say. “we can stay in, i know how exhausting flights can be.”

satoru’s toothy smile warmed your heart, his dimples seemed especially prominent today. you let your head rest on his shoulder letting out a small sigh.

“as much as i wanna go out and explore, yeah im exhausted” you chuckled. satoru couldn’t help but smile wider at the physical contact.

“how about we watch some movies and order in?” he suggests, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down so the two of you were laying on your backs.

you turn to look at him, nodding your head as your eyes traced over his features. his hair was somehow still fluffy, blue eyes softly meeting yours. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, he didn't know someone could look as stunning as you do after a flight.

“sounds perfect” you whisper, eyes briefly landing on his lips before focusing back on his eyes.

satoru excused himself after ordering food, going to shower and change before coming back to your room to join you for the night.

it felt like the two of you were back in a bubble. just you and satoru getting to know each other, feelings growing after every exchanged glance and shared laugh. it didn’t feel like you’d met him three weeks ago, everything about him felt familiar. being with him felt safe, it felt right.

satoru felt it too, and it thrilled him. the warm feeling in his chest anytime he saw you, the way he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on you a beat longer than normal.

it was during a stolen glance that the two of you caught each other, bursting into a fit of laughter before calming down.

“i thought you were watching the movie” you accused, tone playful as you look at satoru. he was leaning back on his arms, a charming smile on his lips as he cocked his head at your words.

“why should i? you aren’t watching it either” he shot back, smile never faltering as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“yes i am!” you defended, “you’re the one who keeps looking at me” satoru grins, leaning in a bit into your personal space.

satoru was confident and cocky when he wanted to be. but he was never one to make the first move, too scared to mess things up. it was the reason he hadn’t kissed you yet, despite having taken you out on multiple dates. with every centimeter he leaned closer, his heart rate rivaled the speed of it pounding in his chest during a race.

his face was only inches away from yours as he replied back, “too pretty to not look at.” the words have your face hot and heart pounding, your brain all over the place.

thankfully you didn’t have to think about what you wanted to do next. instead you bit the bullet and closed the space between the two of you, lips crashing onto his. satoru was quick to move a hand to cup your cheek, shifting it to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss after a moment.

you let your hands wander, tangling your fingers in his hair before traveling the expanse of his back and finding their way to his chest. pushing gently when you desperately needed a breath of fresh air.

even as you two pulled away your senses were consumed with him. you nose filled with the smell of his cologne and body wash mixed together, making your brain feel even fuzzier than it already was.

satoru was not much better, his mind in a haze as he tried to reel himself back in. the taste of your lips and the feeling of your hands on him stuck in his mind.

the end credits of the movie began to roll, causing the two of you to snap your heads to the screen before looking back at each other and laughing once more.

“i didn’t pay attention at all” you confessed, a shy smile on your face when satoru’s mouth dropped open.

“after you chewed me out for not paying attention!” he gasps, wrapping his arms around you and tackling you back onto the bed, “neither was i” he admits, laughing when you smack his chest.

there’s a moment of silence that blankets the room, a comfortable silence. it’s only broken by satoru’s phone buzzing, making him apologize and grabbing his phone to read the text notification.

suguru geto 11:37 pm

good luck tmrw

you take the opportunity to go to the restroom, coming back to find satoru laying on his back staring blankly at the ceiling. you’re quiet as you join him back in bed, laying next to him and glancing over at him.

“nerves?” you whisper, he gives you a convincing enough nod. satoru was not prepared to lay everything out for you, not tonight.

“first ever home race” he breathes in, sighing after a while before flipping to face you. “glad I’ve got you with me though” he grins. you blush, nodding your head before placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

the second movie was a failure as well, with both of you talking over it (and making out) the entire first half and falling asleep for the second half.

the next morning satoru is up before you, his eyes fluttering open and gaze settling on your sleeping form. he can’t describe the feeling in his chest, the feeling of waking up next to you. it’s something he wants to relive over and over again.

tomorrow, he decides. he’s asking you out tomorrow.

when you wake up there’s a note sitting on your nightstand. it’s satoru’s handwriting, written when he was still half asleep you assume from how messy it is.

left for free practice but I’ll see you at qualifying?? <3 :)

there’s a small doodle of a race car and two stick figures you can only assume are you and him. you can’t help but smile, folding the paper and putting it into your suitcase for safekeeping.

satoru feels good enough after the third free practice, getting out of the car with a smile. he’s quick to take his gear off, heading over to where kento was sitting to go over the strategy they had planned for qualifying.

you decide to head over to the paddock early, beating the crowds for qualifying so you don’t get lost or in the way. before long you’re in the Mercedes garage, with satoru’s assistant smiling at you and waving you over.

“satoru just went to the restroom but he’ll be back soon! you can wait here in his room” she opens the door and you thank her softly, looking around before taking a seat.

the door swings open, with satoru’s eyes seemings glowing with joy as he spots you.

“you’re here early! i didn’t think I’d see you until after qualis” he grins. you can’t help but be in awe of satoru in his racing suit, with the fireproofs hugging his body perfectly. as much as you try to not focus on how perfectly sculpted he is, you can’t keep your eyes off him. “hey now my eyes are up here” he teases, putting a finger underneath your chin and gently pushing it upwards.

“dunno what you’re talking about” you smile, “been looking at those pretty eyes this whole time.” satoru’s skin flushes, a smile on his lips before he’s pressing them onto yours, giggling into the kiss before pulling away.

“well now that you’re here do you want a tour?” you’re quick to nod yes, making his smile widen as he takes your hand in his and walks you out of the room.

satoru begins pointing and explaining everything, going into detail about more important things and how they contribute to the race. there’s movement all around you, with satoru speaking quite loudly so you can hear over the chaos of everyone prepping things before qualifying.

there’s a sparkle in his eye as he explains what the engineers do, his hands moving expressively as he looks at you, excited to see you’re paying attention to him still. “this is obviously the car, usually there’s more work being done around it but since we can’t make changes anymore it gets some time alone” he jokes, making you giggle as he takes your hand again, leading you out into the sunlight.

“so this is the pit lane, where the pit stops happen” he rambles on about pit stops for a second, pointing across the lane where the race engineers sit and explaining quickly how they communicate with him during the race.

satoru also explains to you what qualifying is all about, make it in the top 15 in Q1, then top 10 in Q2 then as best as you can in in Q3.

before long you’re wishing satoru luck, squeezing his hands and placing a kiss on his cheek. you head up to the seating area you’d been told and watch as he puts his helmet on before getting in the car, people surrounding him as they talk about god knows what.

soon enough he’s exiting the garage and into the pit lane, the first round of qualifying fast underway. he’s one of the last ones to set a time, landing himself in P14, a fact that made your palms sweat, knowing if he’d been a couple seconds slower he would’ve been out.

by the start of Q2 satoru pulls himself together, mind focusing only on the track and the car. he lands himself in P8, talking to the race engineers and tweaking his strategy to try and improve before the final round.

your fingers are crossed when he heads out for the final round of qualifying, bottom lip between your teeth as he pushes on his final attempt for a better starting position.

“and satoru gojo manages to land himself in P5! a rocky start to todays qualifying for the rookie but it seems as though he’s ready to take on his first ever home race” the commentator speaks.

you can’t help but cheer along with the others in the garage, beyond excited and proud of satoru as you join them outside to watch him pull into the assigned position.

it’s a sight to behold as he gets out of the car, pulling his baclava off his head with an open mouth smile. he finds you in the crowd almost instantly, winking at you before going to do his post race duties.

you wait for him in the garage, smiling when he finds you with a smile on his face.

“i told you you’d be amazing” you praise, letting him pull you into a hug despite being quite sweaty. “are you done for the day?”

satoru shakes his head, “not yet, I’ve got some media stuff and a debrief to go over data from right now” he sighs. “you can head back to the hotel and we can get dinner when I’m done?” he grins as you agree, saying goodbye to you before heading back into the garage.

true to his word satoru takes you out to dinner, treating you to only the best food as you two talk about anything and everything. you try and coax him into heading back early, but he refuses, taking your hand and pulling you through the city.

after two hours in the city satoru finally agreed to head back to the hotel, fingers interlocked with yours as you swung your arm back and forth with his.

“you’re nervous again” it comes out as more of a statement than a question. satoru sighs, staring at the sky while the two of you sit on a bench near the hotel.

“i don’t want to disappoint anyone, you know?” his voice is a bit shaky, “everyone has such high expectations of me because of how I’ve been doing and it’s getting to me a bit i guess” he changes his focus from a drifting cloud to picking at his nails, leg bouncing a bit.

“you’re going to do great out there” your hand makes its way to his thigh, squeezing reassuringly before taking his hands in yours. “and even if everything goes wrong and you get dead last you’ll still be my favorite driver,” satoru can’t help but smile, shaking his head and looking at you.

you end up staying in satoru’s room that night, despite your protests. he left you no choice when he grabbed your room keycard and held it above his head. you voiced your fear of getting in the way of whatever pre race rituals he does, to which he simply giggled and kissed you.

“i think cuddling can be a new pre race ritual of mine instead” he had replied, a coy smile on his face when you gave in and got into bed with him.

the next morning is a whirlwind as you head to the paddock with satoru. the two of you entering through a lesser used gate, one moment you were wishing him luck and kissing him on the cheek, the next he was already out of the garage and behind a Red Bull in the formation lap.

you help your breath as the five lights went out, watching on the edge of your seat as all 20 cars reacted quickly, fighting to get to the front.

“and the rookie tries to get the inside line on piastri but is unable to! pushed down to 7th place as alonso and norris over take him.” you let out a sigh as you listen to the commentator.

satoru stays in seventh for the better half of the race, managing to exit the pits before the mclaren in 6th and taking his spot. satoru is gains on alonso after a while, enabling DRS on a straight and managing to overtake him just before the turn.

a cheer erupts in the garage, with you nervously clapping as you stare at the monitor, a smile on your face as he fights to catch up to Ferrari ahead of him. soon enough he’s right behind him on a turn, pushing just enough to manage to get the inside line and successfully pass leclerc, putting himself in 4th place.

one more place for podium, you think. there was only a slight moment of peace when the standings were consistent for a good couple of laps, until satoru was close enough to 3rd to finally overtake them. the garage claps as he gained on the red bull in second place, with only a handful of laps left the chance of moving up a place was becoming slimmer.

“and we are in the final lap, with satoru gojo alarmingly close to Perez, could the rookie manage to snag second place in his first home race?”

“it seems like he might- he has DRS enabled and it pushing to pass Perez and he’s going to do it!” your mouth is agape in shock before you begin to cheer, smiling widely as he races by the checkered flag.

you can hear satoru cheering through the radio, the sound makes your heart grow warm. the entire garage is cheering, with everyone hugging each other and celebrating his success. everyone moves outside to greet satoru behind the barricades, with him throwing himself into his mechanics before even taking off his helmet.

when he finally does take his helmet off he’s looking for you, smiling widely when his blue eyes meet yours. he gets weighed and interviewed quickly, excitement over flowing as he answers questions with a giddy smile on his face the entire time.

as the podium ceremony begins you smile softly when satoru walks out, the crowd cheering loudly for their countryman as he waves. he finds you in the crowd again during the Dutch national anthem, sending you a wink as he claps when it ends.

the crowd cheers louder for him as he gets handed his trophy, holding it up proudly before setting it down as the celebratory music plays, being showered in champagne by the two Red Bull racers before he gets the chance to even pop his open.

when you see him again he’s pulling you in by the waist, smiling happily when you press your lips to his. he tastes like the champagne he was dripping in, the two of you are smiling into the kiss, giggling by the time you pull away.

“see? you had no reason to worry” you say, satoru smiles at you, his attention fully fixed on you. “my favorite driver” you grin, pressing another kiss to his cheek. it takes everything in him to not just ask you out then and there, not wanting to spend another moment with the thought of you never joining him again.

his name being called stops him, and he’s snapped back into reality.

“I’ve got some interviews i need to do and some stuff to make and film- but how does a picnic sound?” he asks.

“sounds perfect” you reply, “now go before they ban me for being too distracting” you push him softly, making him laugh before he’s giving you one last kiss, heading over to the social media coordinator.

it’s astounding to you the difference in demeanor satoru has now, sitting next to you atop a picnic blanket, compared to how he was during the race. the usual sure footed and confident formula one driver is gone, replaced by a nervous and bashful version of him.

“thank you for bringing me” you say, ending the beat of silence. “and thank you for the food too, it was really good,” you smile, relieved to see satoru smile back at you, slowly growing in confidence once again.

“i did tell you the convenience store was the right move” he quips, nudging your shoulder with his own.

“convenient, some would even say” you retort, giggling when he rolls his eyes and acts as if he’s scooting away from you. “you fly me out to japan just to scoot away from me?” you gasp, your lips turning upwards when satoru turns his back to you with a smile. “you know i think max might be my favorite driver” you say, laughing when he immediately snaps to face you with furrowed brows and a scowl on his face.

“that is so not fair!” he cries out, tackling you with a hug that causes both of you to fall backwards on the blanket. “take it back! say I’m your favorite!” he can’t help the smile on his face while he’s looking at you, hair a mess against the blanket.

“okay, okay you’re still my favorite driver” you admit, biting back a smile when you see how much his face lights up at your words. the spring breeze hits the two of you as you sit back up, cherry blossom petals falling around the two of you against a sky painted pinks and reds to match.

“i really like you” satoru blurts out, his gaze switching between his fidgeting hands and your face. you’re tempted to make a witty remark, something about you’d hope so after three week, but you hold your tongue.

“i didn’t think I’d find something serious, i wasn’t really- it wasn’t something high on my priority list you know?” he lets out a breathy laugh. “i told myself i was only gonna focus on driving, getting better and being the best, no time for anything else, no distractions,” you’re watching him intently, trying to read his facial expression when he’s looking at you.

was he breaking up with you? or was he-

“but you’re not a distraction, and i want to make time for you” his blue eyes are locked on yours now, no hints of uncertainty in his voice as he continues. “i want to be with you more than anything else; be by your side, have you cheering me on and celebrating after you pass exams, be able to just talk with you” he smiles.

“will you be mine?” satoru finally asks.

there’s a million thoughts in your head as you process his words, hundreds of reasons why you should say yes and thousands of what if’s. what about his schedule? and how much he travels and time zones and stress and school and-

there’s another gust of wind that causes more cherry blossoms to fall from the sky, landing over the two of you. you can hear a bird singing and you wonder if the universe itself is rooting for the two of you. a blossom falls perfectly on your face, landing on your cheek, it makes you smile.

“yes” your cheeks hurt from the smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, “of course yes!”

satoru meets your gaze with equal happiness as his arms immediately wrapped around you, squeezing your tightly. he lets out a sigh of relief, a wide smile on his face as he peppers your face with kisses. the two of you radiate the epitome of romance as you’re in each others embrace, with hearts practically forming as the two of you look at each other.

the night is spent in each others arms, giggles and dumb conversations filling the hotel room until late into the night. silly anecdotes and surprisingly deep questions keep the two of you from falling asleep, even when you both admit to your eyes burning from exhaustion.

“i don’t wanna go to sleep yet” he whispers, “because then it’s less time with you before your flight” the sadness in his voice is evident, and your tone mirrors it when you respond.

“me either” you sigh, one hand brushing the snowy hair out his his eyes and exposing his forehead a bit, “but then we’re both going to exhausted tomorrow” a small smile on your lips when satoru chuckles softly.

“yeah you’re right” he yawns, scooting closer to you before speaking up, “still can’t believe i won.”

“second place in your first year driving is an insane win” you agree, “you’re so talented, I’m so proud of you.” the words hit closer to his heart than satoru anticipated, breath hitching n his throat as he quickly regains composure and smiles.

“oh that too” he nods, “but i was talking about you being my partner” even as he utters the sentence he can’t help but get giddy, heart flipping as he watches a smile fight its way into your lips.

“you’ve had a great day haven’t you?” you ask with a smile, laughing when he nods happily in response.

the next morning both of you are beyond exhausted, a consequence of sleeping a mere four hours. neither of you regret it, only laughing it off as the two of you pack your bags up.

satoru would be heading back to his house in Monaco for the by-week before heading to shanghai for the chinese grand prix. you’d be heading back to your apartment for university and trying to catch up on work you could’ve been doing the entire weekend; you don’t worry about that yet, not when you have a 6’3 formula one driver by your side as you head to the airport.

“you’ll call me when you land?” he asks, a pout on his lips despite your nodding. “I’m gonna miss you so much” he sighs, pulling you into him by the waist and crashing his lips to yours.

you pull away after a moment, chasing his lips with a quick peck before sighing. “me too” you frown, “but we’ll call and text right?” the thousands of what if’s flood your mind as you look up at him, eyes frantically searching his face.

“you’re gonna be annoyed of me texting you” he smiles, kissing your cheek and extending out his pinky, “i pinky promise to call and text.”

you smile widely at his gesture, linking your pinky with his and shaking it softly, “i pinky promise to call and text.” satoru beams down at you, kissing you one last time.

you had barely sat down at your gate when your phone buzzed, a bashful smile on your face as you read the notification.

satoru <3

‘hi :3’

two what if’s were loudest in your head as you typed out your responsed; what if it worked out? what if it really was meant to be?

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group: boynextdoor

genre: smut (strangers to lovers) one shot(??)student au, non idol au.

pairing: Sungho x Leehan

side characters: Taesan, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Zico (cameo). NO WOONHAK

word count: 7.2k

summary: In which Sungho meets a gorgeous freshman the first day of his second year of uni after working a little too hard. He just cant fight the temptation of filling the pretty boy up and concentrate on his work like he used to.

note: I absolutely could continue this as I have so many ideas but since its my first works here I have no idea how well it'll be received. I'm so nervous honestly abt posting, please feel free to send feedback through my anon or inbox I'd rly appreciate it. Also pretty sure I've covered all warnings (please lmk if I missed anything). I hope this reads well! My requests are open <3

WARNINGS: Dom Sungho, sub Leehan, perverted thoughts, cum, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home!), swearing, vibes, hot ass sex.

This wasn't Sunghos first day of Uni. It was the first day of his second year, he should be okay now, right? 

The truth is that Sungho has very much kept to himself all of his first year. He was terrified of this place, the constant feeling of imposter syndrome plagued him, his brain telling him he didn’t belong here.

High school itself was easy, he skated by academically using minimum brain power, he had a healthy social life and even dated, he was even able to play volleyball, and well at that, He was the best setter his high school had seen in years, he thought about trying out for the team at uni but there were much taller players here, they wouldn’t look at him twice. Plus he didn’t have time, when Sungho had started here he soon realised that this wasn't meant to be fun, he didn’t understand how people managed to party their way through Uni, there's got to be a secret or a trick to it, right? Not to mention he also had a part-time barista job now to help him pay his share of the rent. He needed to succeed, his life almost depended on it. 

When he snapped out of his thoughts he was still sitting on the edge of his mattress in his boxer shorts staring blankly at the floor with a sock in hand, sun shining through the window parallel to his bed onto his wide back, his broad shoulders blocking it and casting a dark shadow over his floor, ‘right, i need to hurry’ he thought to himself. 

It was true that perhaps Sungho had focused a little too hard last year, but it had definitely paid off. Now, going into his second year, he had applied and been assigned student TA for the first years’ class which would be affording him extra credit. Of course his mental still wouldn’t allow him to slow up at all, why would it? If his hard work paid off last year, imagine how much further ahead it would get him this year? 

The plan? Work just as hard and last year for school and at work and be a student TA and not run headfirst into a mental breakdown due to lack of socialisation, hobbies, enjoyment or fun. Easy! 

And with that he finally got dressed, grabbed his bag and left, slamming his dorm door obnoxiously loud behind him, his housemate shouting after him “Dude why?! It’s 8am!”

Contrary to popular belief, even if the sun makes you feel warm and cosy in the morning, rain can literally come out of nowhere. As smart as Sungho was, he hadn’t had the foresight today to bring anything more than the black t-shirt on his back to shield him from the rain. He ran from the bus stop to a nearby shelter and sat on the bench there, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his roommate.

TEXT

To: lazy ass

Are you still at the apt? Can you bring my coat and drop it off at lab 6 please? You owe me one.

And he did owe Sungho for covering his ass when he needed help with his final assignment in first year, the guy hadn’t even thought about what he could base his assignment on and Sungho essentially gave him all the thought and structure behind it while this jackass was high as a kite. Sunghos roommate was Riwoo, he was majoring in graphic design and he was incredibly talented at the actual graphic design aspect even in Sunghos opinion considering he was totally biased against the whole idea of Riwoo, but the guy had no original ideas. Riwoo spent most of his days lazing around and his nights smoking joints with his equally lazy ass mate yet lucked out with every assignment he had and was still attending this university. 

As Sungho was waiting for a reply, he thought to relax a moment, take a look around and breathe before he stepped foot in that building again and simultaneously stepped foot into his ‘work brain’, yet as he looked up his chance to breathe was taken when he saw the most gorgeous guy walking from the bus stop, dressed for the weather of course, a guy as perfect looking as that must really be perfect in every aspect. He was taller than Sungho, but athletic and toned, lean and agile, his shoulders must have only been half the width of Sunghos. He was pretty, like an angel, long brown hair, a wave to it, no, it was curly, and his face, god his face. Sungho could almost feel his pupils shift from circles to hearts, He looked like he'd walked right out of a fairytale, his face perfectly handsome, prince-like, soft yet strong features, plump shapely lips, the epitome of handsome, Sungho swore he saw a his eyes twinkle. 

The phone held loosely in his hand by this point buzzed twice in quick succession snapping Sungho from his thoughts

TEXT

From: lazy ass

Dude if i decide to come in i’ll bring it 4u chill

“Dickhead..” Sungho muttered under his breath and stood adjusting his backpack to walk in the building, if Riwoo bought it he bought it, there’s nothing he could do about it right now, it was his own stupid fault for not bringing it himself in the first place.

As he started to move he noticed Mr.Handsome was walking into the same building, shoving any ideas of anything other than his full focus on his academic responsibilities aside he continued walking to his first TA class at the lecture hall on the west wing of the universities main building, he couldn’t help but notice that his mystery crush was also heading that way and he felt a bit stalky as they neared closer and closer to the lecture hall. 

The way Sunghos stomach twisted when this guy walked right to the door he needed too and opened it was, in his opinion stupid as hell, he couldn’t believe that one, this guy was obviously also doing sports science, and two, he was even entertaining the idea of a crush. But what took the cake was that this actual god of a person then proceeded to hold the door open for him with the most charming smile he had ever seen in his life. Life moved in slow motion as Sungho took in all of his features up close, burning the image into the back of his retinas to keep forever. The small freckle under his eye, the dimple on his cheek, the way his eyes creased because of his wide and remarkable smile, the ridge of his nose. Sungho wanted to remember this, no, he needed to. 

Before he looked like an absolute freak he smiled back, thanked the beauty in front of him and took the door in his hand, walking into the room. The boy walked to a seat in an abandoned section at the back of the room, Sungho walked to the small desk off the side of the lecturers own and put his bag on the desk, rifling through it he lost himself in his thoughts again, this is gonna be a rough one…

After class had wrapped up and students started to file out of the hall Sungho sat patiently waiting for the lecturer to hand out sheets to all the students going by his desk and soon after everyone was gone his professor turned to him. 

“Sungho, you did well today! I have a list of students who’ve asked for extra tutoring, I’ve assigned most of them to tutors already but i'm short one, I hope you don't mind but i've put your name down for the last one, don’t worry, it's not for free and its 2 sessions a week”

Just as Sungho was about to protest the idea of tutoring, the pretty boy walked down the steps towards the front. He had no idea he was still here, his eyes widened a tad.

“As a matter of fact, this is him, Leehan, the very student you’ll be tutoring” His professor gestured an arm out to the brunette. 

Sungho swooned internally at the guys name, and without hesitation he spoke, “Thankyou for the opportunity Professor Zico, I’d be happy to tutor, what days is it?” 

“Tuesday and Friday after school hours of course, you can work out the details of where and when yourselves.” and with that he picked up his bag and strode towards the door leaving Leehan and Sungho alone in the huge lecture hall. 

“Leehan was it?” He acted like he didn’t hear properly. “Hi, I’m Sungho, do you have any idea where you’d like to study?” He gave a slight bow toward him and smiled a totally normal amount in his opinion. 

“H-Hyung, thankyou for accepting to tutor me” his voice was soft and shy, he bowed low in response. “I don’t know the campus very well yet but if you tell me a location i’ll make sure to be there” He looked into Sunghos eyes, waiting for instruction like it was the most important thing.

“Oh crap, yeah I forgot you just started today! Okay, i’ll book study room K6 for us, its over the east wing of the campus by the library” He smiled reassuringly, like that would help make it easier for Leehan to find, His heart pounding in his chest.

 It’d been a long time since Sungho had Spoken to any guy of interest to him, usually not allowing himself to, he didn’t dislike the idea of dating, actually it was the complete opposite, Sungho missed dating, he missed intimacy, but he knew it’d take away his focus for his studies. However, this couldn’t be helped, the universe was making him tutor Leehan, so for once he got to actually talk to a crush, which he found exhilarating. 

“Okay, sure, got it. Thankyou S-Sungho Hyung, I-” Leehan began but was interrupted when the lecture hall door swung open with a slam. 

A boy with dark tousled hair barged in, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you dude, I’m starving, please Leehan!” He begged the taller boy pouting over exaggeratedly. 

Leehan smiled, letting out a giggle, Sungho’s insides melted.

“I’m coming, Myungjae, jeez” He said towards the expressive boy, “K6, got it, see you tomorrow Hyung.” He smiled with his eyes at Sungho and turned away towards the door with the other boy. Sungho could’ve sworn the boy named Myungjae panted like a dog when Leehan walked towards him, maybe he imagined it.

Although rarely done, lab work was one of Sunghos favourite parts of his studies, He couldn’t help but enjoy the neatness of it all, the charts, the organisation, in his mind it made it all feel simple, of course it wasn't, but it felt so. The lab was silent aside from the sound of peoples fingers tapping away at their keyboards or super quiet muffled music in others’ headphones.

As Sungho was focusing on the screen trying to take in the graph he'd made that didn’t quite look right, he saw a blonde head out the corner of his eye sneak in with a black coat screwed up in his arms. He bopped over to Sungho and dumped it on the empty chair next to him. 

“We even now, bro?” Riwoo asked, his face nonchalant. 

Sungho chuckled, “I mean I'm surprised you brought it in for me but no, not even close.”

“Whatever,” he smirked, “See you later.” He turned on his heels and snuck back out of the room. 

It didn’t make up for much but Sungho was incredibly grateful for Riwoo bringing his coat, the rain only picked up throughout the day, well, it seemed like it stopped whenever he was inside and as soon as he went out it was torrential again, as Sungho walked from the bus stop to his apartment he was pelted with fat raindrops, as waterproof as this coat was it was just a raincoat, he could feel the force of them hitting his body and eventually even wet seeping through it. He picked up the pace and ran up the steps to his building door, only breathing properly when he was inside and the door shut behind him.

As he walked into his apartment he was immediately hit by a cloud of smoke, he knew why, the reason was sitting on his sofa with his feet up on his coffee table, Han Taesan. 

“Did you let yourself in again?” He said defeatedly at Taesan. It wasn’t that Sungho disliked Taesan, he just didn’t appreciate his disregard for courtesy, everything was excused as art or vibes with him.

“Lee gave me a key, it's nice here when nobody’s around, don’t you think?” he said slowly as he breathed out a stream of thick smoke onto his joint, inspecting the way the red hot cherry blazed in reaction. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he rolled his eyes sarcastically, “either you or Riwoo are always here,” he laughed a little. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed there always being someone around, quiet is nice but to know that someone is nearby was always a comforting feeling for Sungho.

“Whatever man, you like us really” the side of Taesans mouth stretched into a smirk. “Want some?” he reached his arm over the back of the couch to where Sungho was standing and held his splif up to him. 

Sungho gave the same answer he always did: “You know what, I’ll have to pass today, maybe next time.”

“Lame, you should experience true feelings sometime man!” He shouted out to Sungho as he was walking out the room to his own bedroom while twisting his body and stretching his whole length back, lying down along the sofa, he closed his eyes and continued to smoke. His nirvana shirt clad chest rose high and held a second before he let the breath out again. 

Taesan was an emotional guy, Sungho had seen this a lot over the last year, he seemed sensitive, not in a bad way, he was soft, trusting, and many times he’d sat on that exact sofa crying to Riwoo about a guy leading him on and then finally showing his true colours. On the flip of that, he was extremely bubbly and happy and a real mood maker for Riwoo. Sungho could see at least that.

Once in his room Sungho shuffled his feet to his desk and sat with a notebook and some worksheets he’d picked up earlier to somewhat prepare for Leehans tutoring session tomorrow. Having never tutored before he was scared in case he made a fool of himself, especially in front of Leehan, because let's face it, he wanted Leehan to like him too even if he wasn't supposed to be entertaining the idea of relationships. 

As hard as he tried to make a plan all he could seem to think of was Leehan, more specifically his lips, he wanted so badly to even just swipe a finger across them, feel the plumpness of them, he imagined how warm they’d be against his own, they probably taste sweet, he thought about how well their lips would slot together, slick and needing, how if Leehans mouth would open slightly and he would take his swollen bottom lip between his teeth and toy with it just to make him open wider so he could slip his tongue in and massage it against the pretty boys own, sliding around his mouth, learning what more he could do to elicit small moans and whimpers from him.

As Leehan arrived home he was greeted with an empty apartment, Jaehyun was probably out goofing around with his other friends, he hadn’t seen him since lunch today, Jaehyun was super extroverted, a people person and it seemed like the more he was around people the more his energy grew, which was the exact opposite case for Leehan, he wasn’t necessarily an introvert but there was a limit to his social battery and with today being his first day of Uni he had definitely reached it. 

Now he just wanted to make some food and chill in front of his fish tank with his music playing.He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up thinking about how lucky it was that he remembered it today, usually Leehan wouldn’t have taken his coat but something in him made him, even with no indication of rain as he was leaving this morning, usually he ended up out in a t-shirt getting soaked, like that hot guy, Sungho, He remembered seeing him this morning on the way in wondering about how he’d have looked had that been a soaked white t-shirt over his giant shoulders rather than black, then later finding out this guy was supposed to be his tutor, what kind of sick joke was that? He found this incredibly sexy guy, on campus, in his class, he had a shot, maybe? But for him to be his tutor, he had no chance, no way in hell, right? 

He reheated some food his mother had sent over and took a seat on the sofa facing the backrest so he could watch his fish, some soft music playing in the background. This was Leehans happy place, the perfect, uninterrupted, calmness. His fish swimming without a care, his balloon molly, affectionately nicknamed Myungie after Jaehyun because it swims just like a dog wagging its tail, swam away excitedly to the blue tang as he sat and his new zebrafish came closer to the glass, somehow curiously. He couldn’t help but think of Sungho for some reason, maybe because they're such resilient and sturdy fish and Leehan couldn’t avoid the fact that Sungho looked incredibly sturdy, his shoulders so solid and wide. He stopped paying attention to his food, the fish and the music as his mind started wandering, imagining how it must feel to be surrounded by those broad shoulders, trapped between Sunghos chest and a bed, the shadow that might be cast over his small frame to have such a man above him, incredible, he concluded. He wasn’t sure what he was doing daydreaming about his student TA tutor, over him, looking down at him, placing his finger under his chin and tilting it up so Leehan was looking up into his eyes, submitting to his touch as Sunghos thigh took place against his clothed crotch, the friction between them simultaneously not enough and too much for him to bear.  

Staring blankly through his fish tank, lost in thought about Sunghos strong figure taking what he wanted from him, he didn’t even notice Jaehyun walk in, say his same repeatedly and walk over until his big eyes were staring back at him through the fish tank. 

“YAH! Announce yourself man!” He jumped out of his skin. 

Jaehyun laughed like a kid, “I did! It’s not my fault you were on another planet, I said your name like 10 times.” 

Leehan looked puzzled, he didn’t hear him at all, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter, he looked around him and noticed his bowl of food had just been left alone completely after he had a couple forkfuls, his stomach rumbled an angry reminder at him.

“You didn’t eat? Again?” Jaehyun asked worriedly, “You said you were gonna take better care of yourself now that we’re out of high school and moved away from them.” 

Leehan looked guilty, “No, I swear I am, Myungjae, I am, I just got lost in thought and forgot about my food, I promise, look I’ll reheat it now,” he moved to get up and his hardened cock changed his mind, “well in a second.” He added, realising the rest of his body still hadn’t recovered from his daydreaming, his eyes moved around the room until they looked at the floor, blush rising up his cheeks.

“Oh my god, who?” Jaehyun's face lit up, “pleasepleasepleaseplease tell me?” he begged.

“I don't know what you're on about to be honest” Leehan laughed dismissively, finally able to get up and re-reheat his food, he walked towards the microwave, Jaehyun following him keenly. 

“Is it someone I know, was I with you when you saw him? Is it a professor? Oh my God, is it that guy from earlier?!”

“Again, I don’t know what you're on about, what guy?” He lied, he knew very well that Jaehyun was referring to Sungho. 

“That guy with the massive shoulders you were talking to in the lecture hall! There’s no way it's not him, he’s completely your type, you love men that look climbable!” he snorted, laughing. 

“He’s the student TA, and, from tomorrow, my tutor, so whether you're onto something or not,” he glared, “he’s a no go.” The microwave dinged and he reached in with a tea towel in his hands to save his fingerprints from being seared off.

Jaehyun gave an accomplished but sad smile, “you’re just making excuses, I’m sure he’s not really, there’s no rules about it..” 

“Even if there isn’t, who's to say he’d be interested anyway?” Leehan raised his eyebrows at Jaehyun as he sat at the couch, the right way this time, grabbed the games console controller and passed it to Jaehyun, “set that up, we need that rematch still.”

“You make too many excuses,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the controller, setting up the game eagerly. 

Sungho was snapped out of his terribly explicit thoughts by the smell of pizza wafting through the crack in his door. Interested, he sorted himself out and ventured out into the livingroom to find Riwoo and Taesan stuffing their faces. 

“Hey big guy!” Riwoo said way too excitedly, “you want some? We ordered too much ‘cause this doofus can’t use his phone properly when he’s stoned.” He pointed at Taesan and laughed. 

Taesan’s camera suddenly flashed a massive flash of light in the dim living room, effectively blinding the two boys victim to the photo. “Niiiice, “ he whispered under his breath, he hadn’t been listening at all, just observing through his lens. 

“Yah! That’s like the tenth time tonight!” Riwoo rubbed his eyes frantically trying to rid himself of the white splodges in his vision. 

“Yeah but look.” Taesan turned the camera around and showed both boys a very aesthetic photo, somehow looked like it was well planned, staged and made for purpose, it was no wonder really that Taesan was already becoming known in the photography industry, most people would have said majoring in photography was a waste, but for a young prodigy like Taesan, it was warranted. 

“Woah, that's pretty cool, you should major in photography.” Sungho said sarcastically, grabbing a slice of pizza. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever, dude,” Taesan smiled, flicking through settings on his camera. 

To say the day had gone smoothly would be an understatement, Sungho hadn’t had a day go this well in a long time, he felt uneasy, he worried this just meant the rest of the day would be horrible. He finished up at his physical therapy lecture, readying to go to the study room and headed into the hallway, he spotted Leehan coming out of the next lecture hall and had a brainwave to show him the way.

Leehan spotted Sungho through the sea of people and soon noticed his gesture to him to follow. His stomach twisted a little, he thought he’d have a couple minutes to compose himself before seeing Sungho for his tutor session. The thought of being alone around this guy made him nervous as all hell. 

“Hey! I thought since we’re both going to K6 anyway I can show you there myself to save you the stress of finding it.” Sungho beamed.

“Good idea, my sense of direction isn't the best actually, you might’ve been waiting a while.” he grinned like an idiot, realised, and immediately stopped himself, trying to create the illusion that he wasn't completely into his tutor. 

Sungho nearly imploded when he saw Leehans giant smile, but didn’t miss how quickly it disappeared. He wondered if there could be something upsetting him, was he dealing well enough with starting uni, was anything wrong? Regardless, it wasn’t Sunghos' place to question, the best he could do would be to make Leehan smile at every given opportunity. 

The study room was plain, an awful blue carpet tile floor and white walls scattered with leaflets, flyers and posters. There were a couple of individual desks dotted in the corners, a green couch with a few pretty cushions on it along the far wall and a bigger group of tables pushed together in the middle of the room. It had one window and despite it being very boring Leehan was actually surprised to see that there were even a few indoor plants in the room. 

Both of the boys took a seat beside each other at the big table and Sungho set his bag on the floor next to him, rifling through it to grab his notebook containing his half completed “plan”, he looked at it and stifled a smile, rolling his eyes quietly to himself. 

“Is everything okay?” Leehan looked worried at him.

He chuckled a little “Oh! Yeah don’t worry, I just haven't tutored before so I wanted to be prepared but I got kinda distracted when I was trying to plan.” He held up the book with a list that couldn’t really be described as a list, it had ‘plan’ underlined at the top and underneath was a bullet point written talk and another bullet point under it without anything following it. He smiled a little defeatedly at Leehans sweet face.

“I mean, it’s not empty, so that's a start?” He joked.

“Well yes! We have a plan then, right?” Talking was the first step either way because Sungho had no idea what Leehan would be needing help with already so early in the year. “Why did you ask for a tutor so early, anyway?”

“I didn’t.” Leehans lips pressed into a straight line.

Confusion brushed over Sunghos face, “but, Zico said you'd asked, didn’t he?”

“It’s a long story, but my parents asked the school to give me extra tutoring.” he said defeatedly, turning away slightly. 

“Ah, okay” Sungho knew not to press further when it came to other people's families, it's the last thing he’d want too, but it didn’t stop his heart aching a little as the thought of Leehan having troubles crossed his mind quickly.

He turned back towards the strong boy “Do you have any advice for a first year?” Leehans soft voice broke Sungho out of his thoughts. 

“Maybe, but I know what works for some doesn’t work for others. I made sure to stay focused, but I've also had next to no social life for a whole year so I wouldn't recommend it.” He laughed. 

“Well, I don’t actually need tutoring so we could use this time to hang out,” he paused for a second in disbelief that he even managed to suggest this, Sungho wouldn’t be bothered with him, why should he even still agree to tutoring if Leehan didn’t need it, “I-if you want to that is” he added quickly, “I know you probably have better ways to spend your time, but i promise I’m good company.” He smiled shyly. Sungho raised his eyebrows as he spoke. Leehan wanted to spend this time together with him regardless? After he’d finished talking Sungho chimed in “Well, if it turns out you aren’t good company, at the very least you're nice to look at.” He winked, with a small smirk on his mouth, not entirely sure where his confidence had come from. 

Leehans jaw dropped open and he froze for half a second in thought, if Sungho was joking it wasn’t a good one, “what did you say?” 

Sungho’s heart jumped a little at the question, he had a choice now, he could either play it off as a joke or he could double down on his comment. His mouth started moving before he’d even thought, “I’m sorry, did you mishear me, I mean you're incredibly pretty, I don’t think I would've been able to focus much on tutoring anyway so it’s really a good job-” He stopped when he noticed Leehans expression had turned into a somewhat uncomfortable look. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you un-” 

This time he was cut off by Leehan, “No,” he shook his head, “I’m not uncomfortable by what you said,” he looked down a little, “It’s just, I wouldn’t have been able to focus either if i had to look at you.”

“Oh?” Sungho’s eyes widened and he brought his hand up, tucked his finger under leehans chin and tilted his head up, “look at me” he said quietly.

Leehans heart started thumping in his chest, he lifted his gaze up led by Sunghos touch until their eyes met. 

Sungho explored his face, it was rushed, he would’ve loved to take in every square centimetre of it, count his freckles but he’d look a bit weird if he didn’t do something right now. He leaned in slightly, eyes on his lips, but looked back at Leehans eyes for consent.

Leehan wanted this, this could be a horrible idea but he gave a small and quick nod in return and the finger held under his chin brought him closer as Sungho leaned in further and closed the gap. 

The kiss was soft at first, Sunghos palm on the side of Leehans face was so gentle, Sungho didn’t kiss how Leehan expected him to, he was softer, calmer, but it still drove him crazy. Their lips continued to slide together deliberately. 

Sungho stopped and pulled back a couple of inches, “Hm, you do taste sweet,” Leehan caught his breath for a second and unintentionally whined to the tiniest amount at the loss of Sunghos lips. At this Sungho immediately drove back in with more passion this time, Leehan moaned against his mouth and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, Leehan letting him in deeper and using his own tongue to tell the broad man he wanted to take anything he would give him.

“please..” Leehan murmured and Sungho moved off Leehan’s plump lips and started using his mouth to plant wet, hot kisses down Leehans jawline and neck, leaving a bite and as Leehan squirmed a bit from this he threaded his long fingers through Sungho’s hair.

Sungho pulled back and made towards the door, he locked it and returned to Leehan immediately, Leehan was standing now, waiting. Sungho pulled him in by his small waist and took his soft mouth with much more fervour this time. He walked back still holding Leehan in any way he could while they stumbled clumsily to the couch, mouths still attached, tongues sliding so filthily together, saliva spilling from their fierce connection. Leehan tugged at Sungho’s jacket in a wordless plea.

“Patience prince, you’ll get what you want.” Sungho breathed down the pretty boy's neck and lowered him onto the couch. Hovering over him he leaned down close to Leehan’s face, “if you behave yourself.” and took him once again into a searing kiss, the other boy lapping at his mouth moaning. 

Leehan had had enough, he shifted enough to sit Sungho up and straddle him, clothed cocks both trapped in their jeans, the friction almost unbearable, Leehan let Sunghos tongue in again and keen forwards, rutting his hips down they groaned in unison, kissing wet and heavy. Sungho reached around Leehan, wrapped his hair around his fist and pulled down. Leehan pressed harder against his stiff cock and whined. This perfect prince-like boy was becoming a mess right before him. His neck so open with his head pulled back, Sungho took the opportunity to lick a dripping stripe up past the boy's adams apple, all the way past his chin and straight into his mouth, letting the prince's head go he made to undo his jeans, Leehan stood and removed them, Sungho stepped towards him, closing him into a wall behind him, he turned him around and pressed against him into the wall. With his face in his brown hair and lips brushing the shell of his ear he reached his hand up around to Leehans mouth. 

The younger man immediately took two of Sungho’s thick fingers into his swollen mouth, swirling his tongue around and coating them in his saliva, Sungho groaned, his cock was throbbing and leaking into his boxers, he needed to fuck this boy into next week but he wasn’t about to injure him because he couldnt be patient himself. 

He removed his fingers from Leehan’s warm mouth and toyed around his hole, giving Leehan a chance to deny him if he’d changed his mind, which of course he hadn’t. He inserted one finger, pumping slowly. Leehan swore in bliss, his voice raising the slightest bit more than was safe, at that Sungho reached his other hand up and clasped it over Leehans mouth and he continued the slow fucking actions with his finger, eventually adding another and scissoring them in his tight hole, occasionally brushing over his prostate, Leehan let out a muffled moan and huffed deeply through his nose, his hard cock leaking against the cold wall. Sungho moved his fingers in and out a few more times before he decided to add a third for good measure.

“Ah-ah, breathe pretty boy” Sungho rasped out as Leehan’s hole tightened around his fingers, he removed his hand from his mouth and Leehan took a deep breath, his hole relaxed and Sungho clapped his hand back over his face and started fucking harder and more persistently into Leehan, pressing into his soft spot over and over again. 

Leehan whined against his lover's hand, knees growing weak with pleasure, he was being thrown towards the edge and in seconds he might just blow, his hole was throbbing around Sunghos fingers until suddenly it was throbbing around nothing. 

Sungho ripped his hand from Leehans insides and fumbled with his pants button quickly, he pulled his jeans down just enough for his girthy cock to spring free, slit leaking with precum, he rubbed his hand over it with a couple of pumps, spreading the wetness over the head and lined himself up against the flushed boy’s entrance, he slowly pushed in but before he could even get past the rim Leehan had shoved himself down onto his cock bottoming out immediately, Sungho groaned and hissed through his teeth along with Leehans moaning and whimpering. 

He held Leehan by his hips, digging his fingers in and keeping him still. If he moved now he’d fill this beautiful guy up before he had the chance to watch him fall apart for him.

They both stood still for a few seconds, heavy breaths the only sound in the room, Sungho felt so good inside Leehan, he looked back at Sungho to see him studying how deep he was in side, Leehan ass cheeks flush against his abdomen, Sunghos his dick twitched and sent a pulse through Leehan causing him to whimper quietly. 

Sungho chuckled dangerously and raised his eyebrows, smirking “You ready, pretty?” 

He didn’t give Leehan a chance to answer properly. Sungho had drawn his thick cock out almost all the way and pulled him back onto it hard and fast, pinpointing his spot right away, he did it again and again. The lack of proper lubrication was apparent as he’d begun feeling sore already but not important in comparison to the sheer pleasure he was feeling as his ass was being smacked hard against the stocky man’s V-line. 

Sungho continued his assault, not caring about the volume of the noises leaving Leehans mouth, he could tell how fucked out he was already by the way he noticed his legs were already weak. He wasn’t done with him yet, Sungho reached his hands under Leehans knees and lifted him in the air, the backs of Leehans legs draped over Sungho’s strong forearms, still buried deep in his stretched hole.

He couldn’t have imagined in all of eternity that this was how good being inside Leehan felt, hot and wet, still tight but pliable enough for him to slide his long, thick cock into his abdomen, causing many curses and moans to fall from both of them. 

Leehan was taken by surprise, he knew Sungho would be strong but, god, he didn’t expect him to suspend him and fuck him like this, but then again, he wasn’t expecting him to even be fucking him full stop. He moaned and writhed against Sunghos wide chest, his head dropping back to rest on his big shoulder.

Sungho caught Leehans lips in a biting kiss, mouths clashing rapidly and repeatedly, he dragged his teeth against him plump, already raw bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he continued to fuck the tall boys limp body down onto his length. “Fuck youre so much prettier like this” he groaned into the crook of Leehans neck.

Leehan’s cock was swollen, so hard, aching for release or touch, dripping with precum, he was right on the edge “Please, ah- Sungho I’m gonna- '' He felt how Sungho’s thrusts got more erratic and out of time. 

Sungho bit into Leehans shoulder and hit into his prostate with so much purpose he could swear he’d never wanted to make someone cum this desperately in his life.

Leehan was reduced to gasps and whimpers as his vision whited out, his orgasm his him like a truck, cock bouncing from being ragged around on Sungho’s weapon, cumming hard, ropes of cum spurting everywhere, he peaked so high that he thought he might never come back to normality.

As he heard Leehans fucked out mewls he also felt his hot wet ring constrict around his dick, squeezing rythmically and deliciously around him, milking him of his own cum, the pretty boys hole was begging to be filled up with his sticky load and who was he to deny him. With a few more ambitious thrusts he was sprinting towards his own release.

The feeling of bliss became paired with overstimulation, causing Leehan to become insanely wobbly and dazed. Sunho continued his battery on his core and soon enough Leehan felt the firm cock painting his inside white with every long pulse.

Sungho growled heavily as he came, entirely sure that someone had to have heard, but this was the most intense feeling he’d felt in a long time, if ever. His body shook on his release, he couldn’t hold Leehan anymore. He wrapped one arm around Leehans waist, holding him close and supported himself against the wall with his other over his head. 

The panting that escaped both males as they adjusted to coming down, still connected, was incredibly erotic even more so considering what had just gone down between them. 

Both still one and sheened with sweat they stayed in a comfortable silence, the electricity in the room around them doing enough in the way of communication. Sungho kissed the soft skin at the back of his neck and across his shoulders, he was a little worried he’d gone too hard.

When Leehan had regained strength in his legs enough to stand without support Sungho removed the arm from his waist and stroked up and down his arms a small smile creeping onto his mouth “Are you okay for me to move?” Sungho asked gently.

“Mhm, I’m okay.” Leehans voice was soft, he was still floating a little in bliss, completely conscious, just relaxed.

Sungho slowly eased out of Leehans soaking hole “ah shit, I think we made a mess” He chuckled lightly and stepped away to his backpack quickly, bringing back a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself and zipped his jeans back up. He took another couple out and warmed them between his palms before he started cleaning Leehan up. He may have just fucked this boy into oblivion but it didn’t change the fact that he was enamoured by him, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grabbed his underwear for him and handed it to Leehan and sat on the couch. 

A small smile swept over Leehans face, did Sungho actually like him like this? “Thanks..” He put them on and went to join Sungho on the couch.

Sungho held his arm out over the couch for Leehan to sit with him, he sat closely, half snuggled almost into Sunghos side. 

“That was much more intense than I intended, are you okay?” Sungho worried his bottom lip. 

Two big eyes looked up at him and creased into half moon eye smiles as Leehans face lifted, “I’m great!” He chirped beautifully.

Sungho let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto in relief. “Oh great, so you dont hate me for fucking you too hard!” He laughed.

Leehan chuckled “If anything I like you more for it.” he poked Sungho in the side playfully. 

“Ah! Watch it,” he jerked “Start acting up now and I might have to teach you a lesson” He looked at Leehan jokingly.

“You were supposed to be teaching me anyway, weren’t you?” Leehan looked smugly at Sungho. 

“Did you not learn anything at all during your time in this room?” he commented sarcastically laughing. “We should actually get going. I only booked the room for an hour because someone had already booked the room for the next slot.” 

Leehan looked like he saw a ghost when he realised how long they’d been in there, Jaehyun had said he’d check if he was ready to go an hour after school finished. He stood quickly and put his pants back on, trying to make himself look decent, in his panic he turned to Sungho and asked how he looked.

Sungho stood face to face with him and brushed some of Leehans now mussed up hair out of his handsome face, “you look like you just got fucked, I mean, you look adorable, but also like you just got fucked.” and pressed a kiss into his still puffy lips. 

Just then the door knocked and Leehan froze, he held a finger up to his lips, he didn’t want to hide this from Jaehyun, he just didn’t feel comfortable having to explain himself right away. The mystery person tried the door handle to find it was locked and rattled it for a second.

Sungho nodded and stayed quiet until they heard the footsteps retreat, Sungho spoke up, “I know I'm kind of going about this the wrong way round but do you wanna go and get a bite to eat?” 

Leehans heart skipped in his chest, “I’d like that, Hyung.” He smiled.

Being called Hyung by this charming boy mixed with the fact Leehan did that cute eye smile again and said yes made Sungho’s breath hitch for a second. He wasn’t gonna be able to focus this year at all was he?

[hellishvxbes]

all this stuff with the stupid moron CEO thing really pisses me off. It's one thing to really celebrate his course of action, but people are really missing the point of why he did what he did. making simping videos, and making him a trend that will eventually settle down until they have something else to do with their pathetic fucking lives. doing it for every single person who got denied treatment and life saving medication because they could not afford it.

my medication I need to keep my disease in check is 11k. There isn't an insurance in the world that will cover the entire thing. I'd be paying over 1k for insurance, and still have to pay over $500 copay for this medication.

my insulin supplies aren't covered by ANY kind of insurance. supplies that HELP make managing diabetes easier isn't covered. you have to pay out of pocket for that shit. my dexcom sensors for 3 are over $400 and my pods??? $500

pods last 3 days only, sensors are 2 weeks and ironically the actual transmitter is the cheapest fucking thing at like $240

i was on Medicaid until June of this year when they cut me off for making $300 more than what I am supposed to on my paychecks.

I have been struggling ever since, and I'd be in a deeper hole if I wasn't able to get financial assistance. but I have four chronic illnesses, 2 of which are still new, and there were times where I thought I was really going to die because i wasn't going to be able to afford my treatments. I cried like a baby when trump won because I still am very unsure of my future with this.

This guy, who by the way, HAS money, was wronged and bullshitted by the same people who try and keep us down is the reason he is being celebrated. because it shows, no one is actually safe from this. and they do it to us just to stay rich. eventually people get tired and these are the things that happen because of that.

its always 'this man had a wife, he had a family' so fucking wHAT. so did everyone you denied with your polices. the ppl who died because of it. i have no sympathy for that man. I will never have sympathy for the rich who seek to step on us, fighting for crumbs while they get to celebrate and live without consequence. this is BTW what helluva boss is about.

when you ask questions about why do ppl have to steal, why do they have to rob and sell drugs, why cant they go to school and make something of themselves have never fucking live in a place where the system is meant to keep you down. when you realize the schools they go are barely funded, they dont got no computers, no one to actually care about helping them succeed. you hear about ppl talk about getting out of the hood, because they WANT these places to stay like this.

my cousin sells drugs and the reason he gave was because it was easier. he has great math skills, but he said no one cared to help him in school, it became too much and he made easier money this way. And its like that for a lot of kids. when they dont have the support they need. from adults, from their own parents. sometimes I wonder, if my parents hadn't moved us to a bougie ass white ppl neighborhood if I would have turned out the same way. cuz i used to fight in school, I was a problem child. and honestly believed I have changed because of the new environment I was now around. when I was in school back then, lmao, I was the only colored person in my class. that shit scared me to death. i learned how to behave. suddenly, i felt like I could do things. it absolutely fucking matters. but America doesnt care. they never will. doesnt mean i'll ever stop yapping about it tho.

[metamelonisle]

drinking watwr is important but also drinking water makes my illnesses more active and i am a student who cant afford to miss classes so i dont drink water and i am miserable but at least it works

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

The Kenny hc trade anon knows you have em already. What I meant is GIVE US ALL OF IT. please. If ya want to. Not forcing ofc.

Ahhh!!! Ok. SOOOOO let me get goin with this im SO excited. There may not be alot cuz Ken isnt my number 1 but I still like him:

Unnatural eye color cus of the whole cthulu thing

Its probably yellow or purple depending on how youre feeling

Has scars from all the times he died

But they reset if he has an explosion related death

Learned how to stitch in case his sisters toys broke

Ended up using it to fix his own parka and clothes

Does small jobs for people in exchange for money

His parents steal it for their addictions tho the bastards

Makes seggsual jokes but not in the adult way

More like in the

"Ur mom"

Way

Sure hes lewd but no way an eight year old can know THAT much.

Hair is messy as shit

He kinda smellz... he cant help it tho he cant afford to shower

Has school lunch debt :(

Its ok tho his friends help him pay it back

But he had to eat cheese sandwhiches when his debt was low (i had to do that too)

Does crazy shit for the bit

Excellent tree climber but gets bruised so easy

Doesnt have a missing tooth to me, that tooth was a baby one not permanent

Loves frog and bug collecting

Will show you the scariest most ATROCIOUS looking bug and be like

"Guys look!"

And then everyone else shrieks

Draws "squidwards" on the whiteboard

His older brother moved out of the house

Or got kicked out

Idk

Has a horrible relationship with his parents

Based on a story of my friend but he ate dandelions and acted high once

Autistic/ADHD. Idk which one

Cuz i can look at him and picture both

Maybe he has both?

Im not touching gender but sexuality? Definetly a women lover. I don't see him liking men tbh

Bunny is cute tho

I just think he works better with Kelly (that one girl from GGWK) or Tammy (but shes a fifth grader sooo...eughhh...)

Got into his parents addiction stash

He now has bad habitz

That man listens to gorillaz you cant say otherwise

Either that or

Bimbocore music

Just to be silly

Hes not his fathers son

His mom had an affair

His hairs WAY too blonde

Kennys dad has dirty blonde and so does Karen and his brother

But he has bright blond/marigold

Doodles all over his work

Mr garrison had to take points off his assignments cuz of it

Perfectly fine with being a chick for pretend

Batman hyperfixation

Actually no

Superhero hyperfixation

Batmans just his favorite

Clear parellels with batmans costume and mysterions

Eats dirt

Sometimes it has bugs in it (extra protein)

Def the mf to say "peepee poopoo" at a sleepover to keep everyone up

Speaking of

Dont fall asleep near him

He will draw a weewee on your foorehead and give you a mustache

Quiet in class

Loud asf with his friends

Thats all of em!!! Enjoy anons!!!!

[waitaminuteashh]

waking up to probably one of the worst days of my life. my one scholarship deciding that it's not paying for my meals at university (without prior warning which means now i have to figure this out on my own and i really cant afford any of it) and my second scholarship has literally been ignoring my emails and messages for about 3 months now. everytime I ask for assistance, I just get told to wait (for a problem that could literally be solved in a day).

also one of my classes deciding do deduct 5% of EVERY MISSED CLASS, even though half the class hasn't been attending because the lecturers don't know how to teach and it's more productive if we just don't go to class and self-study

[lemon-wedges]

...

lately ive been thinking.....

the one thing i know about myself is that im incredibly stubborn. and tend to shoot down any ideas to dont align with what im trying to do. and miss out on a lot because of it. and i wonder if maybe....am i self sabotaging myself by staying in art? its been 5 years since ive graduated university and ive spent a lot of time investing into more and more classes and self studying and im really proud of the work ive made but like...the response to my work has been exactly the same since i first graduated. which is nothing.

and now ive gone a year without working on anything related to my industry stuff and ive found myself just apathetic about it. i have no passion anymore to push my thru making anything more. and it feels like the only time im happy is when i do my own fanworks or work on commssions. im starting to see myself refuse to study anything that isnt contributing to painting or drawing exactly what i want and i dont really know how to stop myself.

and its not even comparing myself to other artists. its all work in the end and i know i can do it. but i have been comparing myself to my non -art friends who are well into their careers and just. sitting on the fact that i have nothing saved up, i cant afford anything except for what little i put aside so i can DO the bare minimum of trying to keep my mental health ok.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i dont know anymore . is it time to move on into something different? its not like id complaetely stop doing art. it would turn more into a hobby. but also the idea of doing anything else feels so unreal to me. i feel like a mourning a loss and i havent even made an exact decision yet......anyways....

[auspex]

maple leaf and sunflower for mark aaaand evergreen and seedling for pory!

ITS THE WEEKEND SO ITS TIME FOR ME TO BE (SO NOT) NORMAL ABOUT MY OCS!!! omg did yall miss me on the dash <3 <3 <3

lets

fucking

go

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

Okay look like his Vibes are definitely Fall like late Fall, things dying being cold melancholy etc. but his actual FAVORITE season is Spring <3 he lives in Michigan so it stays cold as fuck for a long time and he likes to see things like. grow and come alive. also as a professor the Spring semester is usually easier than the Fall so he likes that he usually teaches less classes so he can spend more time with individual students and his research. He *used* to like the days getting longer too... yea i picked this season to be his fav because of the Tragedy of it all and What Of It?

But really though he is a softie inside and this shows it <3 lol but i think its partially cause all other seasons have something about them that bothers him - summer is too hot so he cant wear sweaters that he likes also rushed classes, Fall is just a Lot for the academic year and also days getting shorter, and winter in Detroit is well. Real cold and miserable.

Also especially after being turned winter would have really bad associations for him lol

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

well if he ever went to Rome he would spend a lot of time Looking. Like he is really glad airport security isnt that tight cause he thinks one day he could afford to go to Rome now! Its the year 2000 in the US, Ooo he has Plany of Time. Mark might never get to rome UGH so sad.

But other than gay shit like getting lost in his lovers eyes (i crossed it out but its true) Mark isn't so much the type for this sort of thing... hmm... oh he'd definitely do the angsty vampire thing of staring down at city lights from a high place. Looking at all the people walking around... he'd think about how things were x years ago... be like wow people built all this... all the things other kindred don't care about <3 love u mark

-

🌲 [EVERGREEN] What does your OC's dream treehouse look like? What tree is it built upon?

Oh this is a cute question. I imagine a birch tree that looks like, way too skinny to handle the treehouse but somehow it does? Most of the treehouse isn't roofed but it is excellently shaded by leaves. A bird nest is within viewing distance. It would have flowerpots and wind chimes oh yes, so many windchimes. Lots of random pretty things hanging from branches in grabbing distance. A secret spot for snacks. A swing... yellow rugs on top of the wood... it'd be so fucking cute omg.

Also enchanted as all hell LOL

🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

The Cabal Hates Vampires! All bad experiences. Alakazam was captured by em so because he has a personal hatred, so does the cabal lol. They don't see them as human at all and its truly no mercy askdlfjlsdfk.

She hates it when mages don't consider it their responsibility to help humanity. i mean like. they can do so much, they should help as much as they can.

As for new passions, well her obsession is understanding people's 'natural' luck before its influenced by herself and other supernaturals - what determines it, how far back is it determined, etc.

She is also super curious about what other supernatural entities exist cause theyve already met - in order:

changelings a demon vampires tzmizse monster/ghoul creations (i Forgor the name of these) a werewolf

and of course other mages. so tbh not sure what she's missing but im sure our st will come up with something because she is SO CURIOUS

[zoof-katt]

So i know this isnt what this post is about but I have now full scale total death nuked two computers with this nondescript red external harddrive that has DECADES of family pictures on it

The first time was years ago, and it was a cruddy laptop, so I figure, "Fuck it! Maybe it still works?" So I borrow it from my mom and take it with me to ask my Photography teacher for some help. We plug that baby in and nothing happens.

We wait, more nothing.

So we try and figure out whats up, we swap the cords around, turn the computer off/on again, but it isnt doing anything. After a few minutes I remember something!

"Ma'am it came with another cord that plugs into the wall, should I try that?"

She says, "Yeah sure, that might be it!" And walks away for a moment to help another student.

My desk neighbor helps me find an extention cord and I hand her the plug. I am staring at this monitor, watching the files as she plugs it in, waiting for the moment I see that glorious pop up say 'Hard drive detected, would you like to open?'

Waiting...waiting...Nothing!

My deskmate pats me on the shoulder, "Maybe it's dead," I say.

"No source detected," she says back.

????

A pop up! The screen blacks out and immediately i just feel so much dread.

'No source detected. Powering off...powering off...'

Of fuck oh shit oh damn it all! I cant afford this!!! She yanks the cord out of the outlit and I am just freaking out. Finally we wave over the teacher and she looks at my blank screen as we look at her.

"Let me switch the cabels."

She switches the cabels. I'm watching her and sitting on a nearby stool. My deskmate suddenly looks wide eyed and points at the computer.

"Uhm miss! There's smoke."

Fuck.

Cue like 20 minutes later and my teacher has typed and printed the warning label below and the entire classroom smells awful. Thankfully nothing caught fire.

As we got ready to go to our next class my teacher looks at me and she smiles, "You know what's funny?"

No. Do tell please because I almost definitely just death nuked your computer.

"Now I will never forget you, huh?"

Maybe the damn hard drive is cursed, maybe I accidentally downloaded malware or something I don't know but I am no longer allowed to touch the red devil digital photobox as my mother confiscated it and my teacher instructed me to not plug anything else into a school computer lest I actually be responsible for the costs

usb drives you find lying on the ground are modern day cursed amulets

[qualityempathshoebear]

18th Birthday and Obsessions

Im 18; an adult. Thats fun I think. I honestly dont feel much different than I did yesterday. Today was whatever; my mom and brother said happy birthday. My dad and sister did not. Im not sure if my dad said it and I just didnt hear It but ill make sure tmr. My sister absolutely did not say happy birthday which im honestly happy about. I dont need that insidious energy.

I hope 18 is a year of success, freedom, fun, love and new opportunities and experiences.

I spent the day watching a movie actually! I watched Barbarian (Check letterboxd for a super short review lol). But dont worry Im planning on celebrating at this restaurant in the city with some friends. Some I would consider more friends than others. Im also inviting the friend of boy 2 (you know, the one that "set us up"). I want to get her drunk (in a consensual way obviously) and hope that she spills some tea on him. I have a feeling that hes talking to this one black girl that goes to journalism club at my school and who is also friends with this one gay boy (not relevant) in my class. I actually went to poland with him and the girl that set me up with boy 2. Anyway, the reason I think theyre talking is becaue he has been liking her letterboxd reviews and follows her now (although he didnt like her most recent review).

Also, UGHH I think im going crazy. Im lowkey obsessed with boy 2 even though he has had me on opened for 10 weeks (well I guess i technically left him on opened in a way). Ive gone as far as to make fake letterboxd accounts pretending to be my "friends" from back home (im using their photos and names lol; i think that may be a crime actually lol) and have been commenting back and forth with myself to make him jealous. AKA, Im absolutely losing my fucking mind. I wish he had tried harder and seemed more interested because I would honestly have loved to give it another shot in another world. There is just no way I can handle a boy rn. Im still not over it, even though its been so long and i technically ended it. Its affected my academics and my procrastination and lack of care has gotten worse. Two days ago I handed in my application for my dream uni and halfassed the applicaiton (did it all in like 1 hour) and missed out on two full essays. There is absolutly NO WAY im getting in there now and ive just wasted an early decision application. Im sort of just ignoring the fact that I did that because I cant afford to fall into a depressive state with mock exams two weeks away.

Note: I hope we wont have to talk about boy 2 again but If i do ill start referring to him as "LK".

Thank you so much for being here, loca (haha twilight reference). Bye sexy!! and until next time :)

OMG ALSO JUST REMEMBERED! IM SO OVER CEASER SALAD I HAVE NOT THOUGHT OF HIM AT ALLLLLLL! AND HES WITH SOME GIRL I THINK. HONESTLY GOOD FOR HIM!!!

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trigger for pet death

so. we just put down the family dog on tuesday. it was very peacful as we had the doctor come to the house nad do it there and she was very nice and didnt rush us. but it was hiss time to go. he was diagnosed with diabetes about a year ago and we have been religiously giving him his insulin every 12 hours, prolonging his life. but the past few months he's been slowly getting worse, we would up the insulin dosage which would slightly help. but over the past weekend he stopped eating and would drink vigorously, signs that he was in diabetic ketosis. and we brought him to the vet but they said they could TRY to get him out of it by keeping him there for 3 days ($$$$$$$) but ultimately it was just a bandaid and it would happen again. so we decided to bring him home and monitor him but that night he just would barely move and we had to put diapers on him. so in the mornign we called the people that do housecall euthanasia and they came that evening to do it. by the end of the day i was surpirised he had made it that far, his organs were definitely already shutting down. but all that is to say, now i feel incredibly guilty not about Cooper who passed, but Benji, my other dog who was present at the passing.

Cooper was our only dog for a long time, maybe6/7 years before I got old enough to pay bills and wanted my "own" dog, that is where benji comes in. i love benji with all my heart and want him now to experience everything there is to offer in life. before its too late. before he gets old and cant find joy in it anymore. but i cant have dogs in the condo i live in. The condo i live in is my brothers so i live rent free in a supportive environment of my transition, away form my parents but also away from benji. My parents take care of benji for me but i pay the bills for him. But i feel guilty now because i barely get to see benji. i moved into the place aroound march f this year and barely get to see benji and now i miss him so much i literally skipped class today to go see him and take him on a walk and spend time with him. I dont know why im writing this i just feel so horrible and life is so fragile and it sucks mega balls that dogs ont live as long as we want them too. im saving up to try and buy my own place one day but i fear that by the time i can afford it, benji will be to old to enjoy it. he is almost 5 now. i dont know what to do. and im a baker for work so i have to go to the store to do the baking so i cant just sit on a computer and have him near me all day. and my job gives me good benefits so i dont want to just quit for just any job out there that can keep me at home or in an office. BUT i am in school for another year and a half and when i have my bachelors maybe then i can get a job in an office and bring him. i just dont know what to do because i want to change how my life is going because i want to spend more time with my dog. idk. you can give advice or not i dont care im just sad and i have therapy today so i will talk there about it.