#i'll reply to one of my other friends later bcs she hasn't been doing well lately so i wna. offer some more words

[noxtivagus]

i will never shut up about ffxiv huh

[ethereange]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

reluctance sparks something genuine; satoru is threatened to be kicked off his team, so he turns to you.

contains: college!au, satoru gojo x reader, satoru is like a popular jock, reader kinda dates around, college is american-based, but theres some japanese social influence, satoru plays basketball bc yes, texting (but not like a normal smau format idk ull see)

wc - 1.4k

part 1 // part 2 // part 3?

"i've done all i can do for you, but there are no exceptions. not even you, gojo."

satoru leaned back into the cushions of his chair, relaxing his arms as they folded comfortably across his chest. his stare never once broke from the eyes behind rectangular sunglasses. if anyone walked into the office, they would think he was oddly casual despite his situation.

and that would be the truth. the golden plaque gleaming on the wall from last year’s championship spoke for his contributions. satoru was not one to be intimidated when he knew his worth. he knew he was the exception.

"you're aware that you should've been on suspension from any games and practices up until now?"

"yeah? why was i not, yaga?" satoru quizzed back.

"coach yaga," he corrected. "because i've been doing all i can to keep your ass on the court. just because you can ball doesn’t mean you always deserve to. if your grade drops any lower, you're done."

that was a new one.

regardless of the past four times satoru was called into this very room with the same threat of "raise your grades or else", he hasn't toed this close to the line yet.

"whadd'ya mean i'm done? they're not just gonna-"

yaga sighed. "you'll be kicked off the team, and your scholarship will be revoked."

satoru stood up straight.

"as of now, you'll be on suspension. no training, games, nothing," coach stated. "you can..."

"...only help yourself now, is what he said," satoru scoffed. he was currently splayed across his shared couch, half-empty soda can in hand as he ran down the whole situation. "what the hell'm i supposed to do?"

"maybe you should look for a tutor again," shoko suggested, perched on the windowsill as she let her cigarette smoke flow out.

satoru sighed dramatically. "i'm not gonna pay some random. last time i tried they treated it like a date and never even looked at my books." he grimaced at the memory.

"do you even know anyone smart?" suguru poked, earning an eye roll from the other.

"of course i do," he replied, "a bunch of our teammates can handle themselves. they're just… busy with the practices i should be going to. is there any chance you guys could help at all?"

suguru and shoko shared a look. "honestly, i'm not much better off than you are. i still have training, and even though yaga’s not on my ass as much as yours, i’m not sure if i’ll be much help."

satoru turned to the brunette with a pleading expression- to which she let out a short, airy laugh. “you should know i cheated on almost all my exams. plus they’re mostly for pre-med.”

he deflated, lip jutting out in a pout as he stared dejectedly at the ceiling. he wracked his brain for a solution, for someone who was both smarter and had enough time to help him. but for someone as well-known as satoru, his social circle was mostly limited to his team and the other two in the room. college basketball did not leave much time for socializing.

"sorry to break it off, but i agreed to give yuji a ride to practice, and he's all the way at the dorms," suguru cut the silence as he rose to his feet.

"he doesn't have a car?" satoru queried. he would rather have his friends here to brainstorm answers to his problem.

suguru chuckled, "no, he doesn't have a license either. told me he's failed his test twice already."

satoru let out a little snort at that; he could vividly picture the freshman swerving a car recklessly. "alright, i'll let you go i guess," he responded. "you still gotta help me later, though."

"i think i'll head out, too," shoko announced, putting out the rest of her cig.

"you too?" satoru groaned.

she nodded. "i've got to meet up with my friend downtown."

"any chance they're smart? or know anyone smart? do i know them?" he questioned, a hopeful tilt in his voice.

she stared off in thought, letting out a huff before answering. "she's pretty smart. not like a nerd, but she's better than me," she paused. "her schedule's a bit... unpredictable, though. i think you've met her a couple times... probably at nobara's party."

satoru perked up. "that's good enough for me."

you sipped your drink as your phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the table. you felt your heart jump a little at the implication of the sound, picking up your device to check the notification.

but your spirits sagged a little when it was, in fact, not who you wanted it to be. instead, it was an unknown number, asking if it was you.

your eyebrows quirked, intrigued. shoko had left just previously to use the restroom, leaving you alone temporarily at the cafe table. you typed back a response.

you yes, this is her who is this?

XXX-XXX-XXXX gojo satoru

you blinked in surprise. gojo satoru? the newest basketball phenom, the one who girls and guys alike swooned over? yeah, there was no way he was texting you. you're not even sure if you've had a proper conversation with him before. maybe shoko had been gone for too long and decided to play with you.

you very funny who is this actually? and how'd you get my number?

XXX-XXX-XXXX wdym shoko gave me ur number

okay, now it was obvious. you were about to march over to the bathroom to confront your friend when she plopped down in her seat across from you.

"funny, shoko. i know it's you, though. when did you get a second number?" you asked.

she gave you a quizzical stare. "what the hell are you talking about?"

you rolled your eyes and faced your screen at her. she furrowed her eyebrows, before they relaxed as she laughed, "nope, that's satoru."

"you're joking," you gaped. "why would he text me? and why did you give him my number?" she shrugged and turned your phone back to you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX could u do me a favor

you sighed, giving shoko a last look before you replied.

you depends what it is, but try me

gojo satoru do you tutor

your fingers paused as confusion coursed your brain. shoko was indifferent, scrolling on her own cell and popping a french fry in her mouth.

you not really... i mean i'll help my friends out with studying but it's not like i get paid

gojo satoru ok perfect youll get paid

you you want me to tutor you?

gojo satoru yeah

you were boggled at his straight-forwardness. gojo was not known for being serious, about anything, really. maybe the exception was basketball, but even then...

you if you don't mind me asking why do you need a tutor? also why me specifically, i'm not the greatest student?

gojo satoru uhh id appreciate it if u didnt let it out the bag

you sure, i wont

gojo satoru ill get kicked off the team if i dont get grades up ur like the last person ik who can prob help

your confusion only grew more. how could he be doing so bad he was threatened his roster spot? and how were you the last person when he was ridiculously popular? you were certain people would help him for free, as long as they were in his proximity.

you as flattered as i am, i doubt that

gojo satoru yeah well its the truth so can u help me out

you flipped your phone around, sliding it over to shoko. "what do you think?" you sighed.

she scrolled over the texts. "i mean, he's my friend. and he's kinda on his last straw. and he usually doesn't text so bluntly. i'm not saying i'm pressuring you to say yes, but he does have money," she answered seriously. you laughed, and she continued, "it would really help him. maybe check it off with your boyfriend, first?"

your eyes fell to the glowing screen, staring at the upside-down messages. "it'll be fine. it's not like he texts me enough to care about it anyway," you admitted, slumping back in your chair. she scooted the phone back to you.

you sure, why not unfortunately i can't let the team lose their previous freshman of the year

gojo satoru thats an accomplishment btw but thank u this means a lot

you ofc, its not a huge deal to me

you sighed. not exactly how you planned this outing with shoko to end up. but maybe tutoring could help you with your own studying while you review topics with him. with gojo satoru.

gojo satoru so ru free tmrw

[angelica4equity]

So chefkids deleted/hid all her reblogs that linked to evidence of her plagiarism throughout her stint on SydCarmy Tumblr on one of her recent posts about Shakespeare. I'll link it here, including the initial response from my friend who rightfully pointed out that other SydCarmy fans (namely @currymanganese and @vacationship who posted about this well before CK)

When I initially confronted CK I was already fed up from her lies of omission, straight up plagiarism, plus her lack of interaction with the older fandom blogs which allows CK meta to appear to be the one person coming up with these analyses but I didn't outright accuse her until I saw her reaction when I gave her the opportunity to gracefully worm her way out of accountability by giving her a respectable out which is featured in the screenshot below.

She sent this thing basically saying she DIDNT summarize and she also DIDN'T see anyone else's post and that no one person owns Shakespeare which you can see the tail-end of here along with my reply (which linked to this post with more plagiarism evidence by @thoughtfulchaos773)

I wrote more but I didn't screenshot it. She blocked me shortly afterwards.

Her M.O generally would be to show up in the SydCarmy tag and post eerily similar meta (sometimes within hours of an original post) and not tag anyone, not even acknowledging other posts and only ever tag her own stuff.

Here's an example of her doing this with @moments-on-film 's meta posted August 24th, 2023 about Sydney's scarves

Here is Chefkids posting the same observation she just so happened to INDEPENDENTLY find only days later on November 2nd 2023

One of her defenses (I'm summarizing bc she deleted and blocked) was that a lot of us have similar thoughts and her posts weren't outright plagiarism and she hasn't seen anyone else's meta posts.

And if you look at her stuff she doesn't like, reblog, or comment on other people's meta but I suspected she did this so she could claim she never saw anyone else's posts (which is exactly what she did).

She then switched up and said that her followers tag her to comment on stuff so her posts are stuff THEY brought to her attention, (so... she DOES see the posts? And she can't tag the OP's sent from her fans WHY exactly???)

then she changed her defense to "well i don't tag people because my posts are anti claire bear and they don't like that"

But in this post by @whenmemorydies ,who is FIRMLY anticlairebear AND a SydCarmy, she points out the 4th wall break July 1st 2024 (seen below)

CK was tagged in it shown below

CK then proceeded to take her "observation" uncredited to Twitter THE VERY SAME DAY. Why couldn't she tag where she got this idea from on Tumblr?

She also took to Twitter to say The Bear is a Love Story which is referring to a tag coined and popularized by Gingerylanglang (who I don't want to link because she isn't part of this but it is something several OG SydCarmys clocked immediately.

this list is by no means exhaustive. Had she merely apologized and agreed to do better it might have been fine. Instead she made one demonstrable lie after another and clearly wants to be seen as THE authority on The Bear fandom meta. It's so shitty how many people stopped sharing their beautiful and time consuming work for this egotistical shit

....and for fun here's her referring to HERSELF in the 3rd person essentially saying she knows The Bear better than everyone....

Hey Chefkids

Where'd you go???

Why delete or hide reblogs showing proof of your stolen meta from BIPOC Bear fandom creators?

that's a weird reaction from someone who keeps assuring us it's all original work and nobody has a unique thought as a way to dismiss your stolen work (even down to incredibly niche references that most of us missed even on our 7th 8th and multiple rewatch).

Don't worry I still have the receipts!

Original post you took @sydcarmyfan about "screwing under the table" which was posted WELL before yours and not credited

@mitocamdria posted their expansion of a meta and LOOKIE HERE Chefkids all of the sudden had a similar thought on the same day. BAM posted!

shoutout @currymanganese @thoughtfulchaos773 @turbulenthandholding @brokenwinebox and @whenmemorydies for helping to spread the word and gathering evidence ( of which what I shared is literally not even all of it) and for being victims of meta posts being plagiarized yourself!

[eremiie]

not too bad a dad;

❥ eren babysitting ipad kids falco & gabi, i have had this thought on my mind bc i think their interactions would be so funny, so here this is. (bonus if you get the title referene)

❥ eren x reader | 2.1k words | pure fluff

the first time eren had to babysit was quite questionable.

actually, quite worrying if that's a good way to describe it.

you had falco sit on the couch and watch some television to keep himself entertained for the time being, while you sat in your room leaving eren to stay in the living room as well— that is until he slowly opened the door to your shared bedroom. "yes, eren?" you mumbled turning around to see him just standing, head cracked through the door.

"baby, why isn't he doing anything?"

"eren, he's just watching t.v... what do you want him to do?"

"i don't know... he's just... sitting there. he's so quiet, and just..."

you raised an eyebrow at eren watching him finally coming over to massage your shoulders while looking at your computer screen where you were typing away. "okay... that's a good thing eren, let him sit there."

so eren left, still clearly somewhat unnerved by the little boy for whatever reason, but you shrugged it off, continuing to do your work on the device in front of you.

you weren't sure how much time had passed, but you finally removed your eyes from your screen when you heard the clatter of a large object hit the floor. your eyes darted to the clock in front of you to see that it had been maybe an hour since you last saw both eren and falco, so with a sigh you got up and left the room.

the slight shuffling of objects moving around from the kitchen had caused you to turn towards it, to see falco in the middle of the kitchen floor holding a large baking pan with half baked cinammon rolls, some seemingly flattened, oven mitts on both of his hands, and when he turned around to face you the expression on his face was immediate worry and remorse— not to mention the large flour stains on both his shirt and pants.

it was only then you noticed eren beside him on the floor picking up another flattened roll and placing it back on the pan you assumed it fell off of, flour coating him as well as what you could only assume was other miscellaneous baking products.

"i'm— i'm sorry, i was, i wasn't— he— he," falco stumbled over his words causing eren to look up at you with an innocent boyish smile.

"eren...what in the world." you ignored falco, as you figured he wasn't the root of the issue, seemingly coerced by eren into their dilemma.

"oh hey babe, falco and i were making some cinnamon rolls. i thought it'd be fun." you weren't sure if this was fun for falco, the timid boy practically shaking in his socks.

"he asked me to! i— i—"

"it's okay falco... i know. i know." you shook your head at eren and screamed a look that said ‘clean this up right now.’ eren only giving both you and falco a confused expression before you walked back to your room.

you could only pray colt would trust you enough to let falco come back a second time.

there were other times where you wondered if having your own child with eren was even plausible.

you weren't sure if it was news that spread that you were a "great babysitter" or maybe it was eren who was the great sitter, but somehow you were in the brief possession of another kid, although eren almost refused to take care of her in all. of course, he was in no position to refuse, as you sat him down on the couch opposite while you did your own thing in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the three of you.

eren stared at gabi, eyes narrowed at her as if she was a threat to him, her ipad sitting on her chest as she looked up at eren time to time while she layed on the couch away from him. "what? why do you keep staring at me? weirdo..." gabi rolled her eyes swiping away at the device in front of her.

"baby, she just called me weird! did you hear that?" eren immediately complained hands flailing at his sides and you shook your head even though he couldn't see and even though you did hear. if anything, you weren’t sure if you were taking care of one or two kids.

"nope."

"seriously?" he huffed as gabi began to laugh at him causing him to grimace at her and buck at her somewhat playfully causing her to flinch.

"stop! i can beat you up you know." she gave eren a stink face, putting down her device on her stomach and crossing her arms from where she laid.

"eren, don't." you warned, knowing that despite him being a grown man, he'd bicker back and forth with anybody.

"i wasn't even gonna do anything." eren said back to you, still side eyeing gabi.

"yeah, cause you can't." she taunted as you placed the lid over the pot of rice and slinked your way over to your room to grab your phone, only being gone for maybe two minutes as you checked your notifications in your room, standing at the edge of the bed for a bit.

the minute you stepped back out gabi was on top of eren, pulling at his hair as he struggled to get her off of him, pulling at her hands as his face was scrunched up showing his efforts. he picked her up and threw her down onto the couch, and you slapped your hand to your forehead at his childish antics. "oh my gosh— eren stop acting like a child!" you came over and slapped his shoulder.

"what? we were just playing around!" you tugged eren's ear and pulled him to the couch gabi sat at previously with a stern look. gabi stuck her tongue out at eren as you scolded him from the sofa across from her.

"well you might actually hurt her—"

"he can't hurt me!" you turned around and gave gabi a fake smile.

"i don't want to get in trouble with your parents gabi." you said before looking back to eren. "watch it, eren."

sometimes, eren seemed more knowledgable about kids than you.

"look, see how they got to the other side? that used to symbolize the freedom that they thought they gained, and of course their friend still thinks it represents that but he—"

"falco?" eren interrupted you coming over to sit on the other side of falco, swinging his arm over the backside of the couch, causing you to glare at him.

"eren, i'm trying to explain the show to him."

"baby, he's clearly bored," you looked down at falco and he did seem less enthusiastic than you, but when he looked up at eren, then to you he immediately shook his head.

"no—"

"he probably would rather play ball with me or something. i wanted to earlier but then you made him watch this documentary with you." eren motioned to the tv screen as if it was clearly the most boring thing on earth.

"eren, the documentary isn't boring... he hasn't complained yet." you rolled your eyes, falco's flitting between you and eren as he sat between the two of you. at least you didn’t think it was boring, you couldn’t even count how many times you had seen it. all you knew it that it intrigued you every time, and you could explain it ten times over.

"because you know he doesn't like to complain." eren wrapped his arms around falco's shoulder and pulled him closer,  a smirk on his face. "falco, would you rather watch this documentary with ______, or play baseball with me outside?"

falco seemed uncomfortable, and you took notice shoving eren's arm off of him. "eren, if you won't watch it with me then let me watch with falco."

"i've watched it with you like four times baby!"

"no you haven't..." the more you thought about it, falco was pretty quiet the whole first twenty minutes of the documentary you were showing him. as interesting as you thought it was; you weren't sure falco was enjoying it as much as you. "falco... you can go play baseball or catch or whatever with eren. i have some stuff to do anyways." you shrugged, eren pumping his fist and dragging falco to his feet, falco's eyes lighting up a little.

you couldn't help but give a small smile at his eagerness to hang out with eren. "c'mon falco, i used to play with my brother all the time, i'm gonna show you how to pitch really good."

you chuckled to yourself. maybe eren wasn't as bad as an influence as you thought.

of course there were times that eren surprised you, like this one.

"gabi, c'mon let's go eat." your arms were crossed as you leaned against the doorframe watching gabi's hands fiddle with the controller while her eyes darted on the screen in front of her. both her and eren were leaned forwards as he guided her to victory, babbling some game nonsense to her.

"let her play one more round babe, she's has one point on falco." eren held a hand up without looking back at you, murmuring a couple "c'mon," to gabi as she leaned forward even more.

"she has to eat, eren, i gave you guys an extra thirty minutes already."

"please!" gabi said also without looking at you.

you sighed, raising an eyebrow at the pleas of gabi. "i didn't know you guys got along now."

"we've always gotten along." eren replied as if it was the obvious thing in the world, causing your to scoff as he pointed at the screen while gabi spoke into the mic headset on her head.

gabi’s face scrunched up as she stared at the screen more intensely, her eyes suddenly going dark, eyelids dropping. "hey... falco, when did you get that skin?" gabi murmured, bringing her hand up to bring the mic closer to her lips.

"eren bought it for me last time i came over." falco said from the other side of the mic as the sound finally translated over. eren's body went slightly rigid as he side eyed gabi as she slowly turned to him, her eye twitching.

"what?! that's not fair! eren buy me a skin too!" she exclaimed loudly, hands flailing, and you were scared eren’s controller would fly out of her hand.

eren pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing the question was going to come sooner or later. "no, i don't have any money." there they went, bickering again, only proving your earlier point.

"then how did you get falco that skin, and why did you get falco it and not me? i been wanted it before him!" you could only imagine falco rubbing his face from the other side of the screen.

"because—"

"gabi i'll buy you a skin," you said, shifting on your feet as you watched gabi's character die on screen as she argued back and forth with eren. she smiled at your comment then glared at eren as she began to turn around to face the screen fully, jaw dropping at the 'defeat' sign now on display in front of her. "now come, eat—"

"one more round!" both eren and gabi said at the same time, your eyes widening in slight shock.

"okay, okay... one more round."

and lastly, there were times you were sure you wanted to have kids with eren.

"eren are y'all okay?" you spoke through the phone as you drove down the street, on your way back to the apartment you and eren shared. "i got all of us some food too, so we don't have to eat leftovers today. also, get their bags, colt is coming to pick both of them up today, he says thanks for letting him leave them with us this morning."

eren groaned from the other side as he pushed gabi off of him and you heard some yelling before he shuffled around and spoke again. "yeah, yeah, i'll see you soon, i love you." his voice sounded muffled through the phone.

eren was a bit hasty to end the call, you only able to get out an "i love," before the dial tone beeped, and you furrowed your eyebrows, placing your phone in the cupholder and continuing on the road home.

it had been maybe fifteen minutes before you arrived, unbuckling your seat belt and turning off the car. you didn't forget to grab the takeout sitting on the passengers seat as well as your bag before walking up the steps to your apartment. you unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it back. "eren, baby, i'm home." you said loud enough for him to hear, but no response was returned as you shrugged your shoes off. "don't tell me he took them outside... i just said colt was coming soon." you mumbled to yourself as you made your way to the living room.

the sight caught you off guard, eren sprawled on the floor knocked out from what you assume was sleep, gabi laying down on the couch, falco at her legs sleeping as well, using them as a headrest. both of their bags were laid beside the couch and you let out a laugh. how quick did they fall asleep? it hadn't been long since you were on the phone with eren.

you set down the takeout bags on the kitchen and sauntered over to eren on the floor, his hair framing his face and his brows furrowed together as if he was in deep thought in his sleep. it didn't take much to wake him up, only a couple "baby," and some shakes of his shoulder before he jolted awake.

"huh?" he rubbed his eyes and sat up, head whipping back to the two kids on the couch. "shit, i'm sorry baby..." he immediately apologized, letting out another groan.

you couldn't help but smile and bring eren in for a short kiss on the lips. "you're fine baby, you got their bags and everything, you can go to the room and sleep if they tired you out."

eren pulled you in for a hug as he stood up, you standing with him, and then kissing your forehead. "alright... i love you."

"i love you too."

yeah, you might be sure kids with eren won't be too bad.

[yelenayena]

Sweet Candy

Pairing: Yelena x Fem!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff, modern AU

A/N: This story is a little bit longer, so I suggest you bring your fav beverage, play your fav songs, and enjoy your free time this weekend by fantasizing about Yelena 💕 Suddenly I wanna make a tsundere Yelena, and I think I love every side of Yelena. I gave the title Sweet Candy bc between you and Yelena are really sweet like a candy 🥺 💕 I hope you like it, and I hope you understand my English because I’m poor at grammar hehe.

Summary: Your apartment was on fire, your best friend, Zeke, couldn't help you bc he wanted to fix his relationship with his gf. He insisted you stay in Yelena’s house for a while. After you stayed in Yelena’s house for weeks, on Valentine's Day, Yelena did something that opens up your mind and changed your life forever!

Warning: Explicit Content!

You just started your first year in university. You decided to study abroad, because your childhood friend, Zeke, had already come and being an international student, and that was inspired you as you saw his student life looked so interesting.

A couple of months ago you came to the same university as Zeke, and only a few days ago you got an unpleasant event when your apartment was on fire. So today, Zeke told you to come to his best friend’s house to stay in their home for a while.

You have just arrived at Zeke's friend's house, and you are standing in front of the door. On the third knock, the door opened. The tall-ass blonde, the one who opened the door, looked at you suspiciously.

By ignoring her expression, you smiled widely. “Hi! You must be Yelena! I’m Y/N, nice to meet ya!”

Before she responded to your words, you stepped into her house. “Wow! Your house is so lovely!”

Yelena’s eyes widened as you came into her house. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?” She asked with an annoyed tone.

You turned your body around to look at her, “Ah! Zeke hasn't told you yet?” You threw yourself on the couch, “I’m sorry for coming to your house so suddenly without prior notice, but in my condition, I also have no choice. So he asked me to come to your house, and he will give you further details later.”

She stared at you with a gaze full of confusion. You smiled nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m really bad at explaining.”

She held her index finger to her temple, “just hold a sec!” She brought and placed you in front of the door then she closed it.

You sighed and smiled sadly. You can understand her conduct, however, you are just a stranger to her. You sat on the step in front of her house, waiting and thinking, if she refuses you, maybe you have to find another motel or guest house nearby to campus.

In the house. Yelena grabbed her phone on the desk and called Zeke. On the third ring, Zeke picked up the call.

“ZEKE! What the hell did you do to me?!” She said indignantly.

“I meant to call you. So, she must have arrived at your house?” he asked.

Even though she knew Zeke wouldn’t see her face, she still nodded her head. “Uh-huh! And why the fuck she came to my house?! I mean, who the hell is she??

Yelena can hear Zeke sighed, “Yelena, listen. Y/N is my hometown friend, my grandmother even considered her as her own grandchild and I considered her as my lil’ sister. She studied in the same university as us. But unfortunately, her apartment was on fire the day before yesterday, it was on the news, you knew it, right?

“I immediately brought her to my place when it happened. She only had me in this city because she hasn’t had many friends in her department. She slept in my place last night, but my girlfriend was really upset when she saw Y/N in my apartment.

“You know my relationship was on the rocks, so it’s hard for my girlfriend to believe that Y/N is just my friend. So please, accept her in your house until she finds a new apartment, or until my girlfriend believes me and allows her to stay in my apartment. Okay?” he explained.

“It's so sudden,” Yelena replied.

“Please, I'm begging you. I'm so worried about her, she had no luck in her life, so you're the one I can trust to help her,” Zeke pleaded.

“Does she really have no relatives or friends here?”

“No, she only had me. You know we’re foreign students. She just started her first year in our university. I can’t let her stay in her new friends’ house, I ain’t trusting them. I really want to help her but unfortunately, I can’t help her right now because I wanna fix my relationship with my girlfriend, I’m screwed without her. You owed me so it’s time to repay the favor by allowing Y/N to stay in your house for a while. I promise she won't do such annoying things during her stay. She’s a good girl.”

Yelena sighed, “fine! I’ll allow her to stay in my house JUST for a while.”

“I know I can count on you!” Said Zeke happily.

“I told you, I can’t blame your girlfriend because you fucked every girl you met before you dated her. So take your responsibility and be a good man! I’m out!” Yelena turned off her phone.

When Yelena opened the door, she saw you walk through the yard to leave her house. “Hey! Wait!” She shouted.

You turned your head immediately when you heard her voice.

“I just called Zeke and- you can stay here for a while,” she said.

You smiled happily, “really?!” She nodded. You’re walking toward her and hugging her. “Thank you!”

Yelena looked awkward, “whoa- whoa- what is it for?”

“It’s my habit to hug someone when I’m happy,” you answered. “And- this is the reason why Zeke’s girlfriend was upset when she came to his place and she saw me hug him,” you continued, speaking more to yourself than to Yelena.

But Yelena can still hear your voice, she let out a long sigh, “the two of you really are weirdos! Come in!”

This time, Yelena lets you come to her house. And since today, you’ll stay in her house together. You told your story about the fire in your apartment and when Zeke brought you to his apartment until his girlfriend came over. You convinced her that you won’t stay long in her house until you find a new apartment. You believed Zeke so much, so when he insisted that you have to stay in Yelena’s house, you obeyed him without question. If Zeke believes Yelena, so you believe her as well.

She lets you sleep in the guest room. You asked her how much you have to pay for the room, but she refused it and told you it was just for a while so you don’t have to pay her except you paid yourself for a meal.

You stayed in Yelena’s house for almost a week. You thought she was a little bit cocky with an unfriendly attitude, but she is just a straightforward person with an expressionless face. She's nice actually, at least she still lets you stay in her house until now because you discovered difficulties to find a new apartment. People might consider her as a male because of her masculine figure, and she is a very tall woman with a height of six feet three inches. For you, she’s the perfect figure for the androgynous look, she look pretty and handsome at the same time. Her hair is blonde in a short bob with straight bangs, and it suits her well. You bet she’s pretty famous among girls or boys.

Even so, you found that her friends are just Zeke and Onyankopon, a cool and nice black guy. You found out quickly because she rarely hangs out with other friends except for Zeke and Onyankopon, but she's good at negotiating with others. You often see her talking on the phone with her business partner, and in the end, she smiled with satisfaction and told you that she reached an advantageous deal. She’s also an ambitious person.

Yeah, she’s a third-year business student just like Zeke, so she often gets the assignments for making a brand or a start-up from her lecturers. Well, maybe now you can be her new good friend, you’re a friendly and funny person, so it’s not hard for you to get along with her.

“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen for hours??” Yelena asked you on the phone. You can hear the class ambiance behind her voice.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“You didn't realize? I’ve been watching you from the CCTV in every corner of my house. Even when you did some silly movements in front of the TV to workout,” she explained.

You turned your head to the upper corner where the CCTV hangs. You looked at that with surprise. How can you not realize that there are many CCTVs in her house, and she's been watching you all the time!

“You! You're a sly peeper!”

She chuckled, “my house, my rule. So what are you up to?”

“I’m making chocolate. Valentine's Day is almost coming, so I wanna make delicious chocolate for my crush. Don't worry, I'll clean up the kitchen when I’m done.”

“Chocolate? That sucks! Why are you in such a hurry? It's still a week 'till Valentine's Day.”

You rolled your eyes, “as you know, I suck at cooking, so I need to learn to make un chocolat parfait.”

“Ah! And I still remember how horrible an omelet you made!” her tone was almost mocking.

“I know you're really good at cooking, but please don't be so mean to me.”

She laughed slightly, “okay. Do what you want. Bye.”

You thought you would be able to make perfect chocolate for your crush instantly, but it’s not that easy! Luckily, Yelena was kind enough to permit you to use her kitchen often. Although she’s good at cooking, she can't help you to give you some advice to make chocolate because she hates sweets. You practice almost every day until the V day comes, and efforts won’t betray you, you did your best to make beautiful and delicious chocolate.

“Finally-” you said while straightening your back and stretching your aching muscles, feeling incredibly relieved. Today is Valentine’s day, now you can go to college before the morning class starts, and give this beautiful chocolate you made to a Mister Perfect.

“You did it?” asked Yelena, you saw her standing on the stairway in the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas. And she stepped down to the floor.

“I did it!” you said happily. You looked at the wristwatches, “and I can go to the morning class on time. How could I've been awesome with that! Ah, I bought savory croissants you like and made hot coffee on the dining table. It's just a little reward for letting me use your kitchen, and as a valentine's gift.” You smiled and winked at her.

For the first time, she looked at you with eyes that sparkled. She smiled slightly, “thanks- So, when are you going to give that chocolate to the unlucky guy?”

You smiled at her, sometimes, she can be an innocent, sarcastic woman. “Perhaps, during lunchtime. He’s a second-year student in the Political Sciences Department, and he’s the coolest guy I’ve ever met on campus. When he puts on his football uniform, he's even cooler!” you said full of joy while imagining your crush’s face.

She rolled her eyes, “I don't give a shit. Besides, giving chocolate to the boys on Valentine’s Day is kinda old fashioned. Why don't you give him a bouquet or a concert ticket?”

“I- I don't know. Isn't that something men always do?”

She clucked her tongue, “it’s women’s emancipation.”

“You're right!” you said eagerly. “Chocolate and flowers! That's cool! I’ll buy flowers for him, too! Thank you, Yelena, you're brilliant!” and you left her to go to campus.

In the late afternoon, it’s a beautiful day at the end of winter, the warmth of the sun is still accompanying people on the outside.

It’s valentine’s day, a day full of love. But all you can feel is the cold wind in your heart, the day gets grey, and pain haunts you. You remembered all the hurtful things he said to you, you feel so rejected by him. It really hurts when you expect so much more from a person you once liked so much. You’ve liked him ever since the first day of college.

Love can sometimes be magic but magic can sometimes just be an illusion. Before you realize it, the tears stream down your face. You walked so slow in Yelena’s neighborhood.

You heard the horn behind you. “Ayo, Taffy! Walking to my house?” That’s Yelena with her car, driving very slowly to follow your steps.

You turned your head to her. She looked at you with a surprise, “Hey, you okay?”

“I- I’m okay,” you said sobbing.

Without asking you first, she scrambled out of the car, and put you in the front passenger seat of the car, and got behind the wheel.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

You cried harder when she asked that. Moments later, you told her your story when you got a raw rejection from your crush. “He even called me fat and I'm not his type. I mean, I’m okay with his ridicule, it's a fact after all. But when he mocked my chocolate, that's when I felt hurt. Anyhow, it was my hard work you even helped me make it,” and you cried again.

“I did nothing, you made it yourself with love,” she said and she turned her vehicle around.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m going to give that motherfucker a lesson.”

“You- WHAT?”

“Gimme his location!”

“Yelena- No! Turn around your car! Let's just go home.”

She gazed at you in silence for a while, “just shut the fuck up and keep your seat belt fastened!” she spoke firmly.

In the end, you just let her drive to the university yard where your crush and his friends are hanging around. Yelena insisted on giving him a lesson. Your heart raced when you saw her walk through the yard and stepped closer to the table where your crush sat.

Your crush stopped laughing when she stood in front of him, it also gave his friends in silence and looked at her in confusion. “Ayo! Rough guy!” She greeted him with a condescending tone.

“Who the hell are you, tomboy?” he asked her.

“Nobody, just a courier. I delivered a package for you,” she showed him a chocolate box and a bouquet.

“Ah, that’s from Y/N, huh? Take back, I ain't gonna need that. If I take that shit, I’m afraid that fatty would think I will accept her feelings.”

Yelena spat on the ground, “you know I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is the guy like you. You're more gay than I am, y’know? Before you mocked her, look at yourself in the mirror whether you're better than her or not! You think you're perfect, huh?”

Yelena threw the flowers and the chocolate on your crush’s face. Her hands in the fluid movement to deliver precisely aimed blows to a startled opponent.

“What the fuck!” He shouted out in shock. Getting rid of the flowers on his face and the chocolate stains off his jacket.

“Take that, you motherfucker! You should've respected her! It shows her love and hard work!” Yelena grunted, “but at least I’m relieved she wouldn't fall for an asshole like you again.” And she left him without waiting for his response.

You watched what Yelena did to him far behind, and it gives you a new perspective that you adore her so much.

“Thank you,” you said gently when you and she sat in the car.

“For what?”

“For everything. Why are you so kind to me? I mean, I am the one who often troubles you, but you still want to add a new enemy, because of me. I’ve seen everything you’ve done to him, and I really appreciate it.” You laughed strangely, “you were very rude to him, but I think he deserved it.

She grunted, “that son of a bitch deserves worse. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?” She looked at you seriously with her deep voice.

You find it difficult to answer. In silence, you looked at each other. You felt an odd feeling when you looked into her big beautiful eyes. You felt captivated by the look in her eyes, so you couldn't move your body when you realized her body moved closer to yours as she tried to kiss you.

As though conscious of what she was about to do, she stopped and sat up straight again. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “and the only one who can make fun of you is me.” She stared at the last small chocolate box on your lap. “Oh, there’s one more.”

“Yup, there is. Don’t worry, I’ll throw away this thing.”

She grabbed the small box immediately, “don’t! I’ll eat it.”

“What? Don't you hate sweets?”

“It’s okay if it's your make,” she eats a piece of chocolate you made. “Umm- not bad, ” she smiled slightly after she finished eating, then she turned the engine on.

After the incident on Valentine’s day, you can't look at her in the same way again, you felt confused about your feelings towards her. You thought she was just your friend, but now you realized you want her more than just a friend. You don't want to ruin your friendship with her, you need to find a new apartment as soon as possible no matter how to keep a distance from her and reset unnecessary feelings.

Luckily, you got a new apartment so you can leave Yelena’s house. Yelena and Zeke helped you pack the stuff and decorate your new room. After those busy days, you can finally enjoy your free time in your new apartment, all alone. And it gives you extra time to prioritize your revenge plan, once you've accepted the insult of the guy you liked. And a wise man said the best revenge is to improve yourself.

On the other hand, you wouldn't believe how much Yelena missed you. She felt empty when she stayed alone, she missed your presence in her house. She once got so annoyed by your noisy existence, but now she really wants to hear all your ridiculous babbling. When she thought of you, she smiled slightly, she didn't believe she could fall for a silly girl like you. Silly but sweet.

Since when did this feeling grow in her heart? She didn't know. Little thing she knew, you're the sweetest, most sincere girl she's ever met. Sometimes she wishes you could open your heart to a girl like her, but she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable if she expresses any romantic interest in you. To get rid of all her thoughts about you, she occupied herself with the project the lecturer gave her. It is funny, you two are mutually interested in each other, but you two are too afraid to express your feelings.

Time flies so fast. Spring break is over. You are ready to open a new chapter of your life in this warm spring. You were viral by the rejection video of your crush to you, it was a nightmare because everyone recognizes you with something you don't want to be. But now, everyone on campus is amazed by the change you made to yourself. And the best thing is, your crush seems regretful that he has rejected and said something cruel to you. Now, you have some respect from others.

“Wow, I heard an issue that you're now some big news and one of the hotties in this university.”

You heard a familiar voice when you walked alone in the park near your faculty building. You frowned at your face and turned around your body, your eyes widened as you saw a big-beauty blonde standing behind you.

“Long time no see and, look at you, you've changed a lot! Now you've become- a Barbie doll? Eww! You look more ugly than before when you still have those fats in your body,” she continued.

You chuckled, “we’ve lived together under the same roof for almost three weeks, and I got your own dictionary. When you say no, it means yes. So when you say I’m ugly, it means I’m pretty?”

“Jesus, no! I tell the truth, I swear, the new you is ugly.”

“I, I just wanna love myself more by changing my lifestyle to make it healthier,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Whatever. I rather like your old appearance because now you’re a little conscious. Many morons will steal glances at you.”

“What?”

She sighed heavily, “something that didn’t change in you is you still slow like a sloth! Then, I’m leaving!”

“Hey, wait!” You grabbed her long arm to hold her step, “it’s unfair you come and go like a fart!”

Just one touch from you gives her a magical sensation. She then grabbed your hands and pulled your body to get closer to hers.

“I miss you so much! I can’t even stop thinking about you once you leave my house,” she hoarsely whispered.

She bent over you and kissed you. You were shocked by her sudden act, but her kiss is pure, fresh, and thirst-quenching. You felt her stiffening in surprise when you kissed her back, then she continued to insert her tongue into your mouth and moved wildly to play with yours. You two now are kissing so passionately, feeling the burn by the lust of each other.

“So this means, we’re stepping to the next level” she asked with a broad smile on her face. She looked happy.

You smiled mischievously, “what do you think?”

I think Yelena is the type who can make a straight girl gay. Who can ignore this big-beauty-badass bae 🥵🥵

My fav quotes from Yelena in this story 💕

Yelena to your crush: “...I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is a guy like you. You're gayer than I am, y’know?”

[she acted like a gentleman 🥰]

Sweet moments with Yelena 💕

Yelena to you: “Why do you think I'm doing this to you?”

[and you two were looked at each other until she tried to kiss you but she stopped it 😔]

You to Yelena: “Yup. I’ll throw away this thing.”

Yelena to you: “Don’t! I’ll eat it.”

You to Yelena: “Don’t you hate sweets?”

Yelena to you: “It’s okay if it’s your make.”

[then she ate your chocolate even she hates sweets 🥺]