#it was so funny pls no one prepared me for this

[folkloregirlfriend]

mujhe rona aa raha hai

[thewispsings]

Could you do a part 2 to please date my sister in law with max and r getting married?

wedding of the century | max verstappen

part 2 of ‘please date my sister in law’

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: one year after charles sets up his sister in law with max, the world is preparing for the wedding of the century.

liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername, landonorris, and 819,717 others!

maxverstappen1: to be wed 💙

view comments below!

user1: OH SHIT ITS HAPPENING

user2: STAY CALM EVERYONE!! STAY CALM!! STAY FUCKING CALM

user3: charles leclerc found yelling out in happiness, 3:21 AM, monaco.

user4: oh my god

user5: omg

user6: the pictures are so cute 🥹

user7: THAT SHOUDLVE BEEN ME

user8: marrying max? or marrying yn?

user7: BOTH

user9: max waited no time to put a ring on that

user10: AHH IM SO EXCITED

user11: i can live out my wedding fantasies through you guys 🥹

user12: i know charles is freaking out rn

charles_leclerc: oh yes. i’ll be over with the binder in five minutes.

user13: he’s actually at lot more calmer then i expected

yoursistersuser: nope! he yelled for a straight ten minutes after this was posted

user14: yeah that sound more like him…

user15: so happy for you two 🤞

landonorris: so when can i pick up my bridesmaid dress?

maxverstappen1: you mean your groomsmen suit?….

landonorris: i know what i meant

user16: i hope max takes her last name

danielricciardo: how funny would it have been if she said no

maxverstappen1: not funny at all

danielricciardo: tough crowd

user17: ahhhh congratulations!!

user18: NO PLS NO

user19; you have shattered my heart

yourusername: FUCK YOU BEAT ME TO IT

maxverstappen1: YOU TOLD ME I COULD MAKE THE ANNOUNCEMENT FIRST??

yourusername: I LIED I WAS GOING TO BEAT YOU TO IT

maxverstappen1: HAHAH SLOW POKE

user20: these are the two getting married btw

user21: i didn’t want you anyways 😒

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yourusername: officially a #fiancé! 😾

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user22: so it’s real….

user23: why wouldn’t it be real?

user22: idk i was hoping max went crazy and just started making shit up

user24: you know what. hell yeah.

user25: mama a happy future ahead of YOU 💜

user26: CONGRATULATIONS!!

user27: no….

user28: this just broke my heart

user29: so happy for you two 🥹

user30: if anyone deserves this happiness, it’s you!! congratulations 🎊

oscarpiastri: oh he wasn’t kidding

oscarpiastri: you said yes?…

yourusername: i cannot deal with your negativity today oscar

oscarpiastri: IM JUST SAYING

oscarpiastri: you said yes?…

user31: let’s all say thank you charles!!

charles_leclerc: YES THANK YOU CHARLES! WE ALL THANK CHARLES!!

charles_leclerc: and too think they all called me crazy for setting them up!

charles_leclerc: HA

charles_leclerc: and to think…

user32: you’re talking to yourself babe

landonorris: i can’t wait to pick up my bridesmaid dress

yourusername; we talked about this lando

landonorris: i know 😔

user33: does this mean lando isn’t a bridesmaid? because i would KILL to see that man in a dress

user34: HELL YEAH!!

user35: true love, rock on 🤘

user36: 50 percent of marriages end in divorce

user37: genuinely, why would you say this

user36: i’m a hater to my core

user38: no you’re a bitch to your core

user39; oh damn

yoursistersuser: love you babe 💜 but pls tell charles he can calm it with the wedding planning

yourusername: and you think he’ll listen to me?

yoursistersuser: no, but it was worth it a try 💔

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charles_leclerc: it’s always hows the wedding plannING? and never hows the wedding plannER? 😕

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user40: nobody gaf how you are, WHENS THE WEDDING?????

carlossainz: when’s the wedding?

user41: you signed up for this buddy, when’s the fricking wedding???

oscarpiastri: when’s the wedding?

user44: uh huh, uh huh, yep totally agree! when’s the wedding?

user45: who cares, when’s the wedding?

user46: i don’t care, when’s the wedding??

landonorris: when’s the wedding?

user47: don’t give a shit, when’s the wedding?

user48: chop chop wedding planner, when’s the wedding????

danielricciardo: when’s the wedding?

user49: OMG CHARLES NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU, WHENS THE WEDDING????

user50: shut up when nobody asks, when’s the wedding????

maxverstappen1: when’s the wedding?

user51: boy who asked? when’s the wedding?????

charles_leclerc: I WAS GOING TO ANNOUNCE THE WEDDING DATE. BUT YOU SICK FUCKS DONT DESERVE IT! SO FUCK YOU ALL!!! YOU WONT KNOW WHEN THE WEDDING IS!! HA HA HA. LOSERS.

user51: charles wait we were joking

user52: don’t pmo

user53: DONT BE SUCH A BABY!!! WHENS THE FUCKING WEDDING?

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maxverstappen1: i’ve reached peak happiness

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user53: you are fucking kidding me

user54: CHARLES I WILL KILL YOU

user55: WHAT

user56: WHEN

user57: HOW

user58: WHERE

yourusername; 💙💙

user59: BUT YOU JUST PROPOSED??? LIKE THREE MONTHS AGO

user60: no, you guys are actually so fake for this

user61: wow, i can’t believe this

landonorris: congratulations!! i still think me as a bridesmaid would’ve been amazing but….

maxverstappen1: let it go lando

landonorris; FINE

user62: charles when i find you

user63: i say we all kill charles on his birthday

user64: how could you guys do this to me??

oscarpiastri: loved the shrimp! 🦐

user65: THEY HAD SHRIMP

user66: charles planned a whole wedding in 3 months???

use67: that’s actually so impressive

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yourusername: i win! 👰‍♀️

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user68: you’re actually fucking kidding me. charles leclerc when i find you

user69: not to much now, he did plan this in 3 only months

charles_leclerc: THANK YOU!! HOW ABOUT SOME APPRECIATION FOR MY PLANNING

user70: stfu. it’s your fault non of us knew when the wedding was going to be

user71: these pictures are so cute 🥰

user78: living through you guys rn

user79: someday i hope to be married to someone who loves me as much as max loves yn

user80: con😭gra😭tula😭tions😭

user81: so happy for you guys!!! i will go kill myself now!!!

user82: THAT SHOULDVE BEEN ME

user83: that man did NOT wait to put a ring on it

user84: if he wanted to, he would

user85: let this be a reminder to women that if someone wanted to marry you, they would!! congratulations 💙

oscarpiastri: loved the shrimps 🍤

user86: we get it oscar

oscarpiastri; no. you don’t. the shrimp were delicious.

user87: don’t brag

oscarpiastri: i’ll brag all i want. you can’t do anything about it because i had the shrimp and you didn’t 😹

user88: oh damn

user89: someone’s passionate about the shrimp…

yoursistersuser: love you to the moon and back 🌙

yourusername:💛💛💛

charles_leclerc: i’m hearing a lot of ‘love you’ and ‘shrimps’ but i’m not hearing enough ‘thank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazing’

yourusername: don’t act like you didn’t beg me to let you plan the wedding

maxverstappen1: yeah, me and yn were fine with eloping

charles_leclerc: please guys, no need to thank me! it was my pleasure ❤️

oscarpiastri: the shrimp were great man

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charles_leclerc: since no one else will say it 😒 thank you charles for planning a beautiful wedding in 3 months and taking time out of your very BUSY racing career to make sure my wedding was amazing

view comments below!

user91: i’m still pissed at you for not telling us when the wedding is

user91: it was a beautiful wedding tho

charles_leclerc: thank you charles!!

charles_leclerc: of course charles!!!

charles_leclerc: beautiful work!! especially with the very short time you were given

user92: maybe we shouldn’t let charles plan anymore weddings, it looks like they’ve drove him insane

carlossainz: i look gorgeous

oscarpiastri: the shrimps were chef kiss 🤌

landonorris: what is with you man?

georgerussell63: are you still drunk?

user93: charles posting more photos then the actual people who got married is so funny 😭

user93: it really sums up their relationship

user94: beautiful wedding planning charles!! 👏

user95: how much do you charge??

user96: i still can’t believe yn and max got together, engaged, and married in less then 2 years

user97: i bet she’s pregnant

user98: WOAH

user99: where tf did that come from

user100: or maybe they just love each other??? not everyone waits years and years hoping that their shitty bf will propose to them

user101: oh! okay!

user102: you ate those decorations up charles

user103: the flowers??? gorgeous

user103: if yn and max ever divorce, i will kill myself

oscarpiastri: great shrimp 🥰

user14: what tf is wrong with you

. . .

thank you fo rrequesting!!! life’s been busy but i hope you guys didn’t forget me 🩶

[egoistars]

PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu

ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

ATSUMU:

HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)

literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny

"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils

offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks

compliments you on literally everything

you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play

loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work

makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered

"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"

if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you

started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista

but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet

always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????

SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming

last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together

"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"

you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade

also because you don't want him pooping his pants

ARAN:

the sweetest!!

always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes

digital note taker 100%

loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams

is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy

he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)

if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!

great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out

"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"

starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch

you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back

he thinks its so romantic

you're just confused but go along with it

after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)

KITA:

ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM

"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct

he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture

first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell

he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience

that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face

always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks

"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"

is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections

he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment

"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."

you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't

and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way

was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!

still told you to go back to the assignment though...

SUNA:

menace i hate him (no i don't)

literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first

realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in

asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc

loves to make random conversation when you two are working

actually insane gossiper

nosiest birch you know

allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone

are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes

"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"

leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging

"omg u are literally einstein"

folds origami when bored

will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other

you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them

one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is

confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"

he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes

OSAMU:

HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)

can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work

takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down

writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help

leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying

tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)

down bad LOSER

spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you

doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty

gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart

one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)

talks shit about his brother to you

atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story

they start fighting

osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him

then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him

will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that

asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much

[fics-lovebot]

enhypen fic recs

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i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

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LAST UPDATED: 19/11/2024

poly / ot7

their s/o falls asleep waiting for them - ( @heeliopheelia ) fluffFFYY

you take your engagement ring off during an argument - ( @heeliopheelia ) angst, love it

come back to me..please - ( @thinemoonshine ) text, angst, they want you back after they messed up but you´re over it. I read this when i want a lil angsty angst bc there´s a lot of begging and shi

leche of the sirens - ( @thinemoonshine ) dark romance, mature themes, revharem, obssesive and possesive behaviour, corrupt nobles!enha, siren!reader. GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (insert that one pic of a werewolf ripping his shirt) THIS IS THE BEST THING I´VE READ IN A HOT MINUTEEEEEE!!!!! omg I literally DEVOURED this

you´re short - ( @nikrangdan ) fluff, crack, love itttttt

when you block them from your spam acc - ( @heeslomll ) text, fluff, crack, THIS IS SO FUCKFIJR FUNNY LMAO

"i wanna break up" prank hyung ver , maknes ver- ( @luvrseung ) text, crack, JAY IS MY KIND OF MANNNN, and riki LMAOOOO why is he like that.

makeup voiceovers - ( @kairoot ) fluff, crack, this is so creative omg, I love itttttttt

possessive - ( @kairoot ) text, fluff, crack, DKJSADKJHKASD so fun to read

dear husband - ( @atrirose ) fluff, you doing that one tiktoktrend where you call them husband outta nowhere, so cuteee

pretty boy - ( @atrirose ) fluff, tiktok trend where you call them "pretty boy"

exe.enhaboy_stopped_working.exe - ( @star-sim ) fluff, making them flustered. the Jay and Ni-ki ones are my favsss

is your girlfriend single? maknea line, hyung line - ( @star-sim ) fluff, crack, youtuber! non-idol bf! enhypen. when your youtuber bf finally shows you for the first time to his audience and the chat starts simping. PLSSSSSSSSSSSS READ IT, ITS SO GOOODDDD

"i want to break up" prank - ( @enha-stars ) text, crack. "wanna hear it in spanish? NOH" LDSJHFSJFDH WHY WOULD HE-

"we´d make a cute couple" - ( @sainns ) text, fluff, crack. NOT jay asking at what time u had a thought last night so he can be prepared lmao

“If you were walking past a strawberry field and you were very hungry, would you eat a strawberry?” - ( @luvrseung ) text, fluff, crack, heesung aint even know wtf he did lmao

hands - ( @cypherchii ) text, crack, enha legal line. "aint nobody looking at that", the sunghoon one .... no bc author is so real for that

another man paying for your nails - ( @joysbaereal ) text, fluff, crack, JAYYYYYY once again being the standard

a little less scandalous - ( @bywons ) fluff, suggestive, bad boy!enha

"i miss being single" prank hyung line - ( @joysbaereal ) text, fluff, very suggestive, sunghoon needs to chill out LMAO.

for their doll - ( @dioll ) fluff, enha hyung line. items the´d have in their car just for you, soooo cuteeeeee :(((((

i´ll be your bf - ( @chaconnenha ) fluff, angst, jealousy & possessiveness, minor suggestive, "you're not his girlfriend, and he's not your boyfriend, but.." I LIKE THIS

the other man?? - ( @thinemoonshine ) text, jealousy, crack, they are NOT about to let their girlfriend be in the same vicinity or presence of another man—especially, not one-on-one.

brought the heat back - ( @neos127 ) toxic!enha, highschool au, the sunghoon one was sexy ngl LFJSDFKJSH

sending them dirty texts while being surrounded by family - ( @heejake-hoon ) hyung line, VVERY suggestive. SDLFKJLDKJFH STOPPP I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE ASIDE WITH THE JAY AND SUNGHOON ONES,,"Be careful what you wish for, baby girl… you know damn well this dick doesn’t play fair." HAD ME TEARING UPPP

charmed by her - ( @xoamiiren ) noona!reader, younger bf!enha, BC WHY DID HEESUGN AND JAY HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

give you the world (when you pout) - ( @okwonyo ) fluff, e.r NAURRR, NOT JAY CALLING HER "MY HEART" i lit threw my phone across my room, and sunghoon omg :(((( so fluffy

experienced vs inexperienced - ( @p4ranormaluv ) "which enha member wants someone inexperienced and which want someone experienced?" i 100% agree with this take and gawddd i have a thing for swtich!jake

blinded by your lethal face card - ( @blairbliss ) fluff, KSHKDFJHSKH stoooop this had me blushing n shii

heesung

ex-bf! heesung texts - ( @fakeuwus ) crack, fluff, he´s SIMPIIINNGG

down bad - ( @boyfhee ) texts, crack, loser!hee, ITS SO FUNNY BC HE´S WEIRF AF UNPROVOKED SDFJS

hopeless - ( @star-sim ) FLUFF, emo!heesung, horrendously down bad! heeseung, cute sweet!reader. absolutely no one would have expected the dark, brooding, and rough heeseung lee to be hopelessly head over heels in love with the sweet, oblivious you. AAAAA THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE

who r u? - ( @jlheon ) fluff, you and heesung are in situationship but none of the members knew your knew, so they make up all these plans to lowkey figure it out. this was soooo entertaining lmao, i loved it

jay

random texts with bf!jay - ( @enha-stars )

too sweet - ( @star-sim ) fluff, suggestive, badboy!jake, nerdy!reader, downbad!jake. Jay is scared he will hurt you in the future so he tries to break things off but at the end of the day he´s whipped LMAOOO, I LOVE ITTTTTT

say it back! - ( @star-sim ) FLUFF, non-idol! bf! jay, clingy cute!reader, whipped!jake, like fr, UGHHHHHHHH SO CUTE AND DOMESTIC

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jay

pictures of bf!jay enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

justice and mercy - ( @thoughtsofmetaphor ) god!jay park x virgin!reader, NAHHHH the potential rev harem this had is insaneee, i love it

please be real - (@ja3yun ) ex!jay x fem!reader, OMG???? THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING ANGST I´VE READ IN A MINUTEEEEE, bREAK UP ANGST????? SING ME TF IN, plsssssss i was bAWLING my eyes out at 5AM!!

eat the rich - ( @enhypencores )chaebol!jay x fem!reader, wheeeewww, i love this sfdlsdjfljkshd he´s so manly and possessive

jake

fuck buddy jake - ( @heeseungsbm ) smut, lowkey fluff bc he´s got a fat crush

texts with ex-bf!jake - ( @bywons ) fluff, CRACK, he´s down bad fr

pictures of bf!jake enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jake

brought the heat back - ( @jayniks ) smut, idol!jake, giving him a bj while he´s on weverse live sdlkjlsd WHEWW

hello kitty meets batman - ( @star-sim ) fluff, angst, lowkey smut, dark horror creator youtuber!jake, downbad!jake, beauty vlogger youtuber!reader. fans had no idea their fav youtubers were in a long-term secret relationship. THIS IS SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDD plsss, i wish i could read it again for the first time

things we never said - ( @hoonigiris ) very angsty. it’s heeseung’s wedding, jake’s had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say. This is realllyy well written, i loved it

clingy bf jake - ( @onyourmarkks ) PLSSS i want him so bad :((((((( he´s so bf

taste of heaven - ( @moonstruck-muses ) vamp au, smut, fluff, angst, vamp!jake, human!reader. he´s keeping his true nature a secret. THIS HAS IT ALLLLL and the smut is so gewd too, pls i would love the see another part of this

grwm to break up with my bf prank - ( @jaeyunwon ) fluff, LSDJFLSKJ JAKE WAS HEATED, so cute

sunghoon

texting bf!sunghoon - ( @heeslomll ) text, fluff, crack, HE´S SO UNHINGED LMAO

texting bf!sunghoon - ( @heeslomll )text, THEY ARE HORNY AFFFFFF

texts with ex-bf!sunghoon - ( @saursoob ) text, crack

sunghoon as your downbad bf - ( @jaeyunwrld ) text, crack, fluff

random ass texts - ( ( @saursoob ) fluff, crack, downbad!hoon

freaky bf!hoon texts - fluff, crack, very suggestive, downbad!hoon, mentions of pee kink,,,IKYFL

pictures of bf!sunghoon enha sends you - ( @enha-stars ) text, fluff

emergency contact - ( @hoonatic ) ANGSTYYYYYYYYY, fluff, exes to lovers. weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. i love it SO fucking MUCH plssss

the pussy eating competition - ( @karinasbaby ) smut, HELLO???? THIS WHOLE CONCEPT IS CRAAZZZYYYYYYYYY, bc WDYM there´s a competition of how many times a guy can make a girl squirt under 5 minutes??????? IM- it´s good yall

crush - ( @star-sim ) fluff, crack, non-idol! bf! sunghoon, sleepy!hoon, dumb!hoon. AAAAAAAAA i love it :( so domestic and fun and cute and :((((((

without words - ( @slytherinshua ) fluff, PLEASEE I NEED HIMMMMMMM :(((((((((( they´re so in love

sunoo

espresso - ( @star-sim ) dark academia au, downbad!sunoo, loser!sunoo nerd!sunoo, popular!reader, lots of sexual frustration. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT SMMM

please come back - ( @alvojake ) angst, fem!reader, car accident, death themes, this is perfect for one of those days you want to feel pAIN

jungwon

july jewels and music notes - ( @atrirose ) text, fluff, crack simp!jungwon. LOVE THIS, it makes me cackle

too much, baby? - ( @onlygarden ) smut, dom!jungwon, noona!reader, lowkey size kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THISSSSFHDFHSKDJ

xo (only if you say yes ) - ( @rinanextdoor ) fluff, popular!jungwoon, secret admirer!reader, PLSSSS i need to read the next parts, it´s so good. I can only IMAGINE to fluff

act a fool - ( @thoughtsofmetaphor ) street racer!won x member's little sister!reader. nahhhh this needs a whole kdrama, reader is so cool

not for sale - ( @thoughtsofmetaphor ) droid!yang jungwon, parts shop owner!reader, THIS IS CRAZZZZYYYYYYY, the way he switched up one reader after she was done fixing him i-

ni-ki

disclaimer: he may be 18+ but I don´t feel comfortable reading any smut about him, so there won´t be any listed in here

sweater - ( @star-sim )fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, non idol bf!riki, happy ending, he gets insecure bc he doesnt recgonaize the sweater you´re wearing,

boys night - ( @star-sim )fluff, crack, non idol!riki, where his six friends tries to help him text his school crush. I LOVE THISSS, such a fun read

random texts with bf!riki - ( @sainns ) fluff, CRACK, "if u were my ex i wouldnt get over u, i would start tweaking like austin mcbroom" LMAOOOO he´s so real for tar

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!riki

gamer!bf riki - ( @alvojake ) FLUFF, IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN SDKFSLHSJDFH this was so CUTE

necklace - ( @rikiislvr ) fluff, idol!riki, i WISH this would happen to me but i´m too broke to be frequenting the same stores as him alsjfha, need a part two asap plss

[lewisvinga]

como no te voy a querer | jude bellingham x alonso! fem! reader

summary; when the princess of the paddock is dating the golden boy of real madrid but she happens to have a grid full of drivers who are very protective of her

fc; rita mota

warnings; cursing i think, suggestive comment

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; saw fernando at the benrabeu at the semifinals and i had to…. BUT WE’RE GOING INTO THE UCL FINALLLL!!! A POR LA 15😭🤍🤍🤍 pls don’t mind the misspelt bernabéu in one of the tweets lollll

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yourusername: when in spain….

tagged; judebellingham

fernandoalo_official: siempre tan linda, mija😍 [always so pretty, my daughter]

yourusername: papáaaa🥹🥹

judebellingham: wowwwww

judebellingham: well aren’t you a lovely lady 🥴

yourusername: ur fine too i guess…🙄

yourusername: jk ur very fine 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

maxverstappen1: she’s a child.

yourusername: i’m 20????🤨

charles_leclerc: a child.

username: omg her sign for el clásico 😭what a queen tbh

username: y/n 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

username: jude can u fight? 🤔🤔

carlossainz55: pq estabas en españa sola??🤔 [why were you in spain alone]

yourusername: because i’m spanish and my bf lives here?🤔

fernandoalo_official: you’re with your boyfriend alone???

yourusername: no edu is always there 🙄

camavinga: 🤗🤗

judebellingham: edu😘😘

landonorris: and why are you flirting with someone else when u have a girlfriend ….

yourusername: oh like your bromance w carlos doesn’t exist !

username: nah the drivers comments are always so funny😭😭

yourusername: oh it’s torture, can’t even appreciate my sexy bf in peace 🙄

camavinga: OUR sexy bf😘

username: CAMA OH??😭

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yourusername: i guess you could say i get my cuntiness from my dad xx

tagged; fernandoalo_official, georgerussell63, carmenmmundt, landonorris, judebellingham

location; miami 🌴

username: not her tagging jude on her lips 😭😭

username: me n who ong

fernandoalo_official: i’m cunty or whatever the hell it is you guys say

yourusername: tea 💅

username: THE CHEETAHHH PRINT😍

username: here before simp jude

judebellingham: wow.

judebellingham: just wow.

judebellingham: you are unbelievable 😍😍

yourusername: 💗💗💗💗

landonorris: STAND BACK 🤺🤺🤺

judebellingham: a lot of talking for a man who asked for my jersey🥱🥱🥱

yourusername: he got you there….

landonorris: okay fine… you win this time…

username: the alonsos are so cunty

username: PARTY NANDOOOO

username: i will never get over her n jude sawrry😖😫😖

maxverstappen1: well you better.

username: HUHHH???😀

charles_leclerc: stinky man around y/n, you’ll get over it

yourusername: you guys are sooooo…..

judebellingham: max is just mad abt el clásico score 😬😬

maxverstappen1: damn right.

carlossainz55: only time jude is tolerable 😁

yourusername: not very madridista of u carlos

judebellingham: yeah🙄🙄🙄

carlossainz55: y/n protector first sorry🫡

carmenmmundt: gorgeous gorgeous girl❤️❤️

yourusername: ily🥹

yourusername: also tell george to stop sending jude threats over instagram

georgerussell63: no.

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; going back home hungover 😬] [caption 2; morning 💗 judebellingham] [caption 3; date night fit 🤺] [caption 4; mi amor 🤍🤍 judebellingham]

judebellingham wow😍😍😍😍

judebellingham u single ??????

yourusername yeah:/// my bf has another bf:///

judebellingham HES MY BFF!!!!😖😖

yourusername cus why did cama see u in the showers almost naked after signing a new contract…..🤨🤨

judebellingham like you haven’t seen less🙄🙄

yourusername whyd u say that my dad saw and now’s he’s questioning me😭

yourusername he said why aren’t u preparing for the match 🙄

judebellingham ur dad is scary

judebellingham tell him the match is in 7 hours i still have chill time 🙄🙄

judebellingham DONT mention the rolling eyes emoji he is scary enough

yourusername fernando alonso??? scary??? a menace maybe,,,,🤣

yourusername good luck my love 💗 take it easy on the knee though!

judebellingham i’ll try, it’ll be a tough match:/

yourusername papa alonso said good luck too

judebellingham tell him i said tyvm😁😁😁

georgerussell63 why is he shirtless 🤨

yourusername you’re one to talk…

maxverstappen1 🤮🤮

yourusername ahhhh u madddddddd

yourusername la liga champion😛😛

maxverstappen1 i have 3 wdcs🙄🙄

yourusername and yet, real madrid won la liga!

maxverstappen1 tap in merchant 😒😒😒

yourusername ……

yourusername he scored a banger at el clasico i wouldn’t speak if i were u

maxverstappen1 😒😒😒😒

lewishamilton u should’ve been at the met 🙄

yourusername gf duties calls😞

charles_leclerc …..

charles_leclerc why is he around u naked🤔

yourusername bc he’s my bf????🤨

charles_leclerc why

yourusername bc i love him??

charles_leclerc but why

yourusername bye charles 🙄🙄🙄

charles_leclerc WHYYY

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yourusername: como no te voy a querer?🤍🤍 [how am i not going to love you?] congratulations on making it to the final, mi amor, te quiero mucho🤍🤍 [my love, i love you so much] and so so proud of you and the squad 🫶🫶

tagged; judebellingham, vinijr, lukamodric10

judebellingham: my lucky charm

judebellingham: i love you so much

judebellingham: te quiero 😍

yourusername: when he speaks spanish for you🥴🥴🥴

fernandoalo_official: so that’s why i can hear y/n giggling…

username: jude speaking in spanish for y/n, this is so sick

username: ME AND WHO😩😩

username: thank u y/n for blessing us w jude 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

username: can’t believe joselu scored a brace 😭

username: we gonna get a bellingol soon #trust

carlossainz55: A POR LA 15😍😍 hala madrid🤍

yourusername: now u wanna act fine w jude 🙄

carlossainz55: WHO CARES WE’RE IN THE FINAL!!!

maxverstappen1: I CARE!!! heja bvb or however it goes!!🙄🙄

oscarpiastri: you gotta respect max for keeping up the hater act icl

judebellingham: he sure hates a lot for someone who lost his win streak

maxverstappen1: hey watch it…

carlossainz55: can we get back to the fact real madrid is in the ucl final???🤍🎉🎉

judebellingham: yes😁

vinijr: Y/NNNNNNN HALA MADRIDDDDDD

yourusername: HALA MADRID NUESTO MOTM !!! [our motm/man of the match]

fernandoalo_official: good game, jude👍

judebellingham: omg thank you so much, sir! it means a lot!😊

camavinga: who are you and what did you to do my jude

aurelientchm: that’s not jude…🤣

rodrygogoes: ‘😊’

yourusername: well, he’s MY jude and he’s just scared of my dad🙄🙄

charles_leclerc: good.

landonorris: good.

lewishamilton: good.

maxverstappen1: good.

georgerussell63: good.

alex_albon: good.

judebellingham: oh! 😀

yourusername: don’t mind them🙄

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

Masterlist

[gaytwirights]

my math word problem on chords and inscribed angles is rapidly becoming ace attorney fanfiction

[mclqren]

SUCCESSFUL ★ MV33

PAIRING ✦ max verstappen x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ between you winning an award in the grammys in february and him winning the first grand prix of the 2024 season, you and your boyfriend are proving to be very successful [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ my first max smau!! reader is implied to be american (refers to america as her home). as per request, the fc i've used is sabrina carpenter, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername grammys tomorrow 😘

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user1 respectfully, she’s so fine

user2 FORGET MAX PLS COME HOME W ME

user3 I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER 🙏😔

user4 THE LAST SLIDE Y/N WHAT'S THE MATTER

yourusername these are tears of happiness trust me 💗

user5 OMG YOU GOT A REPLYYY SO LUCKY

maxverstappen1 so excited ❤️

yourusername yeah but i’m most excited so 🙄💗

user6 THEIR DYNAMIC HELLO??

user7 okay but MAX IS GOING W HER TO THE GRAMMYS??

user8 he usually does go w her to these events, like how she goes to his races!

oliviarodrigo BABY GIRLLL CANT WAIT 😉❤️

yourusername MY BABYY CANT WAIT TO HANG OUT TOMORROW 😘😘

yourusername

( caption one: omw to the grammys!! (i swear i'm happy to be going my boyfriend is just pissing me off) | caption two: you'd think i wasn't even in the car with him 🙄 )

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yourusername guess who won her first grammyyy!!!!! thank you all so so much for ur endless support, im forever grateful! 😘❤️❤️

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user9 BEST GIRL WON A GRAMMYYYY

user10 I LOVE YOU Y/N

user11 wait what category did she win??

user12 best new artist!!

user13 SHE'S STUNNINGGG

user14 max is punching idc

maxverstappen1 so proud of you ❤️

yourusername love you maxie 💗

reneerapp CONGRATS ANGEL 💗💗

yourusername OMG I LOVE YOU!!

user15 oh to be y/n.

liked by maxverstappen1, reneerapp, and 1,865,819 others

yourusername who said i couldn't go to a beach in february?? 🤷‍♀️🏖️

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user20 HOW WERE YOU NOT FREEZING COLD

user21 she IS the moment!

user22 ur life seems so fun omg

user23 literallyyyy

user24 is she not in monaco w max rn??

user25 nooo!! she's staying in the usa for a bit while max goes to prepare for the start of the f1 season :)

reneerapp photo creds? ☹️

yourusername SORRY ANGEL yes photo creds to you!!

maxverstappen1 only you would go to a beach in february

yourusername awww are you missing me maxie 😘

charles_leclerc can confirm he is

maxverstappen1 charles you weren't meant to tell her ☹️

yourusername I'LL SEE YOU (BOTH) SOON TRUST

user26 what did y/n mean in her replies w 'see you (both) soon'??

user27 she always goes to the first gp of the season, so she probably means that!

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yourusername coming home's been a blast 🚀

user28 MY TWO FAVS HANGING OUTTT

user29 Y/N IN LA HOW DID I NOT KNOW THISSSS

user30 so are her and renee friends then?

user31 they're very good friends!! when y/n first joined the music industry, renee sort of took her under wing and they become super close! 💛

user32 this friendship is just everything to me

maxverstappen1 cant wait to see you❤️

yourusername likewise max emilian!! 💗

reneerapp I CANT BELIEVE UR GOING TO LEAVE ME

yourusername I'LL BE BACK YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ☹️

yourusername

( caption one: two flights and almost a day later and i’m finally here 🇺🇸➡️🇧🇭 | caption two: back in the garage 🏎️ )

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tagged maxverstappen1

yourusername VAMOS MAX VAMOS 🏎️ (i'm so sorry i don't know any language other than spanish)

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user33 THE CAPTION??

user34 shes so funny stop

user35 Y/N IN BAHRAINNN WE LIKE TO SEE IT!!

user36 the last slide awww

user37 y/n's spirit animal

maxverstappen1 not dutch? ☹️

yourusername read the caption hon im so sorry 😘

carlossainz55 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

yourusername SIIII

maxverstappen1 oh.

yourusername shh look away max ❤️

user38 HELP???

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maxverstappen1 unbelievable start to the year, 1-2 finish is absolutely fantastic 🏆👊

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user43 THE CHAMP IS BACK 🏆

user44 AND THE DUTCH NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS AGAINNN 🇳🇱

user45 RED BULL REMAINS SUPREMEEE

redbullracing Best start to the season! 👊❤️

liked by maxverstappen1

yourusername WOOHOOO THAT'S MY FUCKING CHAMPION!!

maxverstappen1 ❤️

yourusername RED BULL RAHHHHH

user46 HELP ME Y/N

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yourusername HE ONLY WENT AND DID ITTT!! congrats boyfriend, guess we're both starting this year off as winners ❤️

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user47 Y/N BEING SORT OF NICE IN THE CAPTION FOR ONCE?

user48 it usually depends on her mood ❤️

user49 'congrats boyfriend' HELP MEEE

user50 SHE'S SO FUNNY

user51 ugh i love you guys!!

maxverstappen1 love you ❤️

yourusername love you more!! 💗

maxverstappen1 the last slide 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername you can thank pinterest for that one 💗

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[gothcsz]

can we talk about javi angry fucking you? like for some reason you guys are having a HUUGE fight and something inside him just snaps and he takes you then and there, wherever you are. he sets a brutal pace and orders you to say his name but it's so much you can't!? ugh, excuse me, i am ovulating and this thought needed to be shared. I desperately need angry rough javi in my life

tags: f!reader, post s3!javi, established relationship, no use of y/n, reader has hair that can be pulled, reader understands spanish, term(s) of endearment (gatita), angst, cussing, break up, arguing, light dub con, smut, unprotected p in v sex (be safe irl), saliva as lube, a little bit of exhibitionism, creampie, hurt/no comfort i think, javi being an ass, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

~ 2.1k w/c - gif found on pinterest

a/n: me when i read that you're ovulating. but okay, this prompt was just so angsty and juicy. tyvm for that! i couldn't help but connect this to my fantasize series (you guys should clock in. let's stalk javi together)— but it can totally be read as a standalone! enjoyyyyy 🖤

Dinner with Javier’s family is always a lively affair, filled with chatter, laughter, and the steady clinking of forks and knives against plates.

You’re doing your best to keep up, smiling at the stories being shared and listening to the good-natured teasing from his relatives. But then, one of his cousins starts talking about how Javier’s taking on more responsibilities at the family ranch, taking charge now that Chucho is preparing to step down.

He beams as he talks about it. “You should see Javi. Got the whole thing runnin’ like a machine, and he’ll be takin’ full ownership soon, ain’t that right, Javi?”

You freeze, fork halfway to your mouth. Your eyes snap to your boyfriend, searching his face for any hint of explanation, an acknowledgment, anything that might explain what you’re hearing.

But he just nods with a slight, almost bashful smile, as though this was something you should’ve expected, something he had already told you. Except he hasn’t.

Your heart thuds painfully as your stomach twists, an uncomfortable heat spreading across your face. It’s been months of back-and-forth, of what you thought were shared dreams about moving to the city together, finding a way to make things work while your career takes off.

You’d convinced yourself you were on the same page. But here he is, making other plans, without even thinking to tell you.

You try to keep your tone light, but there’s an unmistakable edge in your voice. “Taking full ownership, huh? Guess that’s news to me.”

Javier shifts in his seat, glancing at you with a look that’s half-warning, half-apologetic. “I am his only son. It makes sense,” he responds, very matter-of-factly.

His family’s already watching, sensing the shift in the air, and there’s no pulling back now.

“Funny, I thought we were still talking about our plans to move to the city,” you force a smile on your lips, but the sting behind your words is unmistakable.

He sighs, clearly getting exasperated, looking at you as if to say, Not here. You can feel the weight of everyone’s eyes, the quiet confusion as they look between you both, piecing together the fragments of a conversation they aren’t meant to hear.

You swallow hard, unable to bear the mix of embarrassment and betrayal.

Pushing back from the table, you excuse yourself, your voice tight. “I need a minute.”

You make it inside, rushing up the stairs and into his bedroom, gathering your things with shaking hands. You know he’s going to follow you, and sure enough, a moment later, you hear the door creak open, then his heavy footsteps.

“What the hell was that?” He demands in a sharp tone, confusion and anger lacing his words.

You spin around, dropping your things onto the bed as you plant your hands on your hips. “Why didn’t you tell me about these new plans of yours, Javier?” 

He sighs heavily, hating when you use his full name, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he tries to find the right words. “Because I knew you’d be upset,” he says flatly, as though it’s an explanation that should satisfy you.

That’s his justification for keeping this from you? The anger inside you flares hotter, bubbling over as you let out a bitter laugh. “So instead, I get to sit there like a fool, blindsided, while your cousin tells me about the future you’re planning without even thinking to clue me in?”

“God, would you calm down?” he mutters, frustration tightening his features. “This isn’t something we need to talk about right now.”

You’re practically shaking, hurt clawing at you. “You don’t get it, do you? You said you’d try this with me. You promised we’d make this work together, that you’d support my career—our future.”

“This is me trying!” he snaps back, his voice rising in frustration. “Why are you being so damn selfish? I can’t just leave my pops to run this place by himself. He’s not getting any younger.”

You search his face, trying to understand, but all you see is irritation and defensiveness.

“He has other ranch hands. Other family. You promised.”

His eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, his jaw clenched. “Why are you making this all about you?” he growls. “If I’d known things would end up like this, I would have left you back in Colombia.”

You’re stunned momentarily, speechless as the weight of his words sinks in.

You shake your head slowly, your voice cold as you look up at him. “You’re a piece of shit, Javier. I can’t believe you would say that to me.”

Your words strike a nerve, a phrase that’s been said to him by plenty of people yet hurting the most when you’re the one saying it. His eyes darken, expression shifting. “What did you just say?” he murmurs, cocking his head as he takes slow steps toward you.

“I said you’re a piece of shit, Javier,” you repeat, steady despite the tremor running through you. “And I’m done with—”

Before you can finish, his hand reaches up, wrapping around your throat tightly yet with careful pressure, and he pulls you close, lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s unyielding and bruising.

Despite the fury burning inside you, your body responds, helplessly drawn to the passion only he can ignite.

Your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as he presses you back against the wall, swallowing the soft gasp that escapes your lips when a few of the photo frames rattle.

His mouth is punishing and you can barely breathe with how tight he’s holding you, but there’s something undeniably thrilling about it that licks right through you, even as the hurt from before lingers.

When he finally releases his hold on your neck, his hands become fervent, moving roughly along your body as if claiming you all over again.

Harshly groping your breasts, moving down to cup your ass— you can’t pull him close enough to let this anger turn into the twisted relief you both need.

Clothes fall away in frantic pulls and tugs, shirts and pants pooling on the floor, discarded and forgotten. Between desperate fingers and tongues, you’re too aware that, if you part, the argument will bubble back up, and you don’t want that to happen yet.

His lips move over your skin, leaving love bites that blaze hot and brand you with the one of a kind feeling of him.

You grip his triceps, nails digging in as you drink each other’s breaths, tasting the tension between you, until you’re bare, and your bodies meet in a tangle of angry lust.

He maneuvers you toward the window, your hands bracing against the glass instinctively, the cold against your chest making you gasp.

He presses against you from behind, his body heat searing, grounding you in the storm of emotions that threaten to pull you under.

Your bare breasts flatten against the window, and the chill of the glass has your nipples puckering.

He spits into his hand, tugging at his cock, running it through the sticky mess of your cunt before thrusting into you, making you take every glorious inch all at once.

You gasp loudly, almost choking on the sound. It’s intense, too much, yet somehow exactly what you need, pulling you deeper into the unfiltered feeling pulsing between you.

You aren’t as wet as he usually gets you, and the burn from the stretch of fitting him inside your tight, wet cunt  mimics the burn you’d felt in your heart at his indifference towards you. His girlfriend.

Javier leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he growls, “If they look over here, they’ll see you taking this cock like a real selfish slut.”

The words have your shivering, shocking and exhilarating, just as he is, and your head tilts back as you let out a strangled, breathy moan.

“Causing a scene in front of everyone,” he tuts mockingly, “¿No tienes modales, gatita?” (Don't you have manners?)

Your fingers splay against the window, nails scratching down the surface, making a grating sound, as he thrusts harder, each punch of his cock against that one specific weak spot is sending you closer to the edge.

His rhythm is exacting and every bit of you is caught between the pressure of the cold glass and the heat of his body.

“Say my name,” he orders, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it harshly, holding you firm against his shoulder as he glares down at you, eyes glazed over with need and his dark brows pulled together in a frown.

Your scalp stings at the pull, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head and your throat tightens, making it impossible for words to escape you. Your pussy throbs around him, losing the fight against the sensations he’s overwhelming you with.

“Say it,” he demands again, his voice roughened with irritation, but the pace continues to be relentless, borderline uncomfortable, your body bending to his will.

He’s pushed you to a point where you’re nothing but a quivering, whiny mess. The friction of your nipples rubbing against the glass leaves them tender and raw, adding another edge of pleasure-pain.

“Got you all fucked out you can’t even say my damn name.” He chuckles humorously, but it’s drowned out by a low groan as his cock twitches inside of you, the sound of your ass slapping back against his pelvis echoing throughout the room. 

“C’mon gatita, tell me who’s making you feel this good even when you’re pissed off.”

The way he taunts you makes your blood boil, and you have half a mind to turn around and slap him—but it’s so fucking hot and you’re not going to lie to yourself about that.

Instead, you smirk and deliberately clench around him, watching him groan as his fingers tighten in your hair. 

“No seas asi. Say it.” (Don't be like that) He pushes you forward, cheek smushed against the window as his palm presses into your lower back, arching you even more, and that has his cock fucking you at a different angle that is much more overwhelming than the last.

“Ay Javi!” You can’t help but exclaim, some of your saliva landing on the glass from how you spit his name out.

He smirks to himself, that’s all he needs to let his own orgasm rip through him. With one last harsh thrust, he grips your hips, driving deep, a sharp cry breaks free as pleasure shatters through you, your body shaking with release, unable to form a single coherent thought except his name.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, burying his cock fully inside you, his heavy balls pressing against your swollen clit as he fills your cunt with his load.

His forehead falls against your shoulder, teeth then nipping at the damp skin until he’s kissing up to bury his face in your neck.

Your brain is foggy, and it takes a few seconds of you trying to catch your breath before your heart and mind are in sync again and the argument that led to this resurfaces. 

“Javier,” you murmur, your throat scratchy, and you swallow before you can go on, “we shouldn’t have done that.”

He scoffs, pulling out of you, making the both of you hiss. You feel his warm cum leaking from your spent pussy and your thighs twitch, inadvertently making more of it flow out. You quickly bend down to grab your underwear, using it to clean yourself, trying to clear both the physical and emotional remnants of him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you’re already moving, pulling on your clothes. “I’m done.”

Fully dressed, you watch his expression shift, and it almost makes you second-guess the words you’re about to say. Almost.

“We gave it a shot and clearly, it’s not working. Nuestras prioridades no se alinean.” (Our priorities don't align)

“No seas ridícula,” (Don't be ridiculous) he waves you off and that makes you feel so small. “What’s best for us is to stay here.”

You laugh dryly at the sting of his dismissal. You’re tempted to pinch yourself to check if this is real—wondering if this is the same Javier that practically begged you to come back to the States with him.

He’s not acting like the agent you fell in love with.

“No, what’s best is for us to go our separate ways.” Finality settles into the quiet like stones. “We rushed into this, we let the chase and the sex take the lead without thinking it through.” You shake your head, haphazardly packing to keep from falling apart entirely.

“I should have seen this coming. I’m such an idiot.” Now I see why a handsome man like you was single.

You should have remained the woman you were before him, independent, career focused—the one that avoided relationships like the plague because they only ended in disappointment.

Case in point. 

He remains silent as he watches you pack the rest of your things and it really breaks your heart. He isn’t even trying to stop you.

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[reblogs-and-musings]

i read the manga.

I also want to read the manga but for some reason the translation in my country is currently not available :')

[hrts4hanniehae]

seventeen and how they would launch their relationship with idol!you

PAIRING. seventeen (ot13) x idol!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, scenario imagines WARNINGS. kissing, social media, staying the night, WORD COUNT. 991 words

rereading it makes me feel like they r all OOC pls give feedback in my ask box

choi seungcheol

he would hard launch

when your managers both give the go sign, he would immediately post his favourite date pics with you on to his instagram and weverse.

his captions would be one emoji.

he would tag you in his instagram bio and become upset if you don't do the same.

the rest of svt wld be so done with him because he wld just be spamming his story with all his favourite pics of you for his highlight he titles "y/n"

yoon jeonghan

he would soft launch after begging you not to post anything for one month

when your managers both give the go sign, he would just post a picture of your hands touching onto instagram, captionless.

then he would watch his instagram comments get flooded

a month later, he would post a picture of the both of you, again, captionless but tag you and turn off his comments so yours would be flooded.

when you asked him why he did that... "because it's fun." he says before kissing you.

joshua hong

he would hard launch

when your managers both give the go sign, he would post one picture of both of you on his instagram story before going offline for 1284284 years again.

the launching is left to you...

but when you post, he's the first to comment and like it.

he loves you but not social media.

wen junhui

he would start a lovestagram

he would firstly make you post the same stray cats as him just hours apart, then the same restaurant, then the same shops.

he would then wait to see if people began to catch on, then he'd reveal the relationship.

you find it funny how serious he takes this.

kwon soonyoung

he would hard launch

he prepared matching tiger shirts for this very moment.

he would post a dance practice you both had while wearing the shirts, in which the vid ends with an off screen kiss. that the other svt members can be heard to be groaning at

he would tag you in his instagram bio and add a tiger and a heart emoji

the rest of svt wld be so done with him because he wld be recording "horanghae" videos for you even more.

jeon wonwoo

he would soft launch

since you both met due to your love for gaming, he would just subtly change his gamer tags to match yours

he would add the words "player 1" to his instagram bio and you would add "player 2"

he would then start a "gam3 boi" and show off your characters in [game] having a cute house together and being married

after a while, you both decide to post a picture together and finally fully reveal your relationship.

lee jihoon

he would soft launch

he isn't the type to be super affectionate, so at most he would start by liking your instagram posts.

after a while he just decides to repost your posts on his story

once the speculations that you were dating became more apparent, he would finally let you convince him to start a lovestagram with you.

it's kinda cute because he secretly likes it a lot.

xu minghao

he would soft launch on weibo

he would start by posting pictures of himself at museums that you took, then take photos for you which you would post on your instagram

after that he would subtly hint his presence in the photos he takes of you. like maybe a fraction of his reflection in a window, or his shoe in a photo of you petting a cat.

soon, people would catch onto his presence and your relationship

kim mingyu

he would hard launch

he would tag you in his instagram bio and start pouting if you don't do the same.

he would just announce it on his weverse "I'm dating y/n."

after that he would keep posting stories of his dates with you and clips of your performances that he really likes

lee seokmin

he would hard launch

when your managers both give the go sign, he would immediately post his favourite date pics with you on to his instagram and weverse.

his captions would be along the lines of "my precious sunshine"

he would be so happy after that, because he gets to tell the world that you're his!

he would post videos of your best concert fancams and caption them with hearts.

boo seungkwan

he would hard launch with a lovestagram

typical photos taken by both parties.

he would caption all the posts with a heart emoji.

when people would begin to realise the photos match up, he would officially reveal it .

you would post your photo with the caption "i don't love anyone more than boo~" and he would be all smiles for a week.

vernon chwe

he would just wait for dispatch to announce it first before posting anything

after that then he would post a solo pic of you he took when you stayed over at his house with the caption "pretty u" which is quite cute.

he would still pose the same even when you take selfies together and that makes your pics look like you edited him in, so they're not postable. so you just take and post boyfriend pics of him.

lee chan

he would hard launch

when your managers both give the go sign, he would immediately post his favourite pics of you on to his instagram.

his captions would be lyrics from your hit love songs

he would get teased nonstop when his hyungs see the post, but wouldn't care because the smile on your face seeing those posts are worth it..

in turn, you would caption boyfriend pics of him that you post with "my otter" or "my chan" or you would tease him with pics of your good fits with "oh my god! look at my fit!" and the other svt members would comment "it's good!" (pls get the ref...)

[redclercs]

DELICATE✰CHARLES LECLERC.

xv. he was sunshine, i was midnight rain

— the one where you broke his heart 'cause he was nice.

❝𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 ���𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨? 𝘖𝘩, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥?❞ —𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐘, 𝟏𝟑.

warnings: angst, not proofread and pls go easy on me i'm coming out of the worst block everrrrrrrrrr. our girlie is making poor choices pls hate her a bit for it, the last bit is charles centered. 2.23k words (+articles!)

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by Tom Gill

The worst time to have a carreer on Public Relations is when your client is as unhinged as y/n y/ln has proven to be. Many people, myself included, can't help but feel sorry for whoever is on her team because there's only so much someone can do to put out a fire when the person burning is the same one who keeps lighting the matches.

y/n just can't stop messing up, can she? Just when her fans thought she would rise from the ashes with an outstanding movie deal, the 'Queen of Romcoms' has to go ahead and mess things up by proving that people who aren't blinded by her master manipulations are right: y/n y/ln is in fact a cheating snake.

The Deuxmoi post talking about an actress involved with a Formula 1 driver and her presence at the Italian Grand Prix last Sunday are enough confirmation of the fact. y/n is not ashamed to be seen on broad daylight with the guy that broke off her engagement.

Don't kill the messenger, y/n fans. Aidan Kim and Victoria Presley did warn you.

New York, United States, September 10th.

It feels like you've just finished unpacking when you find yourself throwing stuff in a suitcase once again. There is little to none excitement in you as you decide between a couple of blouses and recite Amy's lines outloud inside your messy apartment.

"Wait—that's not right," you huff, unaware that you've let the blouse you like the least inside the suitcase. The lines slip your mind like butter on a pan. Honestly, you've started to wonder if several of your braincells died in the past month. Nothing other than 'I want to be great or nothing' seem to have stuck. So much for how well that single line applies to your life.

"'It looks like it's never done a day of work in its life'," you mutter, picking the script up from the dining table. You have studied it a million times, gone through lines and rehearsals and a thousand other things. You have called Greta and Timothée and Saoirse and they have called you on their own accord to agree the accurate tones of scenes and interactions, and yet you are sure you are still going to mess everything up once the camera starts rolling. "God, help me."

The clock on your phone tells you it's 9:30 a.m. and you are nowhere being done with your luggage. Also, Charles' plane lands in less than an hour and you are not making it to the airport in time. He has a busy month race-wise and he has still made some time to come to New York before you leave for Boston in a couple days and you are both turned upside down with the Asian race-tour.

There is one reason—and one reason only— that Mildred has agreed that you should have these two days off. That reason is not Charles Leclerc, given the fact that she has grown to hate him even if she can admit, albeit to herself only, that he has done nothing wrong. You are supposed to be preparing more interviews and then a prolonged stage of silence while you focus on filming Little Women. Mildred has a whole plan laid out and that is another script you have to follow. No improvisations though, you have been warned.

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Time has a funny way of passing by when it comes to Charles and yourself. Your whole relationship feels contained in a moment and also in a century, and every time you see each other again, even after just a few days a whole other bubble of time seems to have passed. You think it's Charles' way of making it feel special, making you feel special by looking at you like you're a part of him he's constantly missing when you're not right next to him. A 'lovesick fool' you have heard him been nicknamed by people who try to be nice, at least a little bit. Others sneer at how they can't wait for the 'honeymoon phase' to be over.

And it's precisely the way he looks at you before he's crushing you against his chest that makes you hold your tongue for the rest of the day. You cannot bring yourself to tell him the plan the people around you have made without asking for your input—much lesser his— to salvage your career and your reputation.

It nags at you how stupid you're being. Maybe some part of your brain did die between Sunday and today, but you are certain you won't be able to bear the disappointment in Charles' eyes when he finds out what you agreed to.

This visit is less touristy than the last time Charles came to New York. He's leaving tomorrow and you, the day after for Boston, so you want to bask in each other's company as much as possible. You go to a cupcake place and take pictures, all while Charles re-tells everything people have said about his win on Sunday. He's become even more of the Golden Boy he already was in the eyes of Ferrari fans, and you feel love swell in your chest at the fact. You love that he's loved, there's nothing he deserves more than to be loved.

"Will you show me the script now?" Charles asks, taking his light jacket off as he crosses the door to your apartment. A slight feeling of embarrassment flashes through you when you focus on the different disasters around the house but Charles either doesn't notice or doesn't mind as he makes himself comfortable on the couch where several pairs of your shoes are scattered.

"I think it would violate my contract somehow if I did," you chuckle, noticing that your travel kit toothbrush and toiletries are on the coffee table. "I was sure I had those in my luggage already," you groan, pointing at them.

Charles laughs, patting the spot next to him and motioning you over excitedly. "Can I see it please?" he elongates the 'e', with a mocking puppy eye look on his face. "Read me some of your favorite lines," he's suggested so several times and you refuse him every single one. It's not like he hasn't seen you act, Charles admitted in one of your phone calls to have binged all of your movies.

"I can't," you fall into the couch next to him, wrapping one arm around his neck. "You make me nervous, it won't turn out good."

"You see me work all the time," he grumbles against your hair, "And you too, make me nervous. You're being unfair."

"Oh, booohooo," you mock, nuzzling into his neck. "Your job is far more exciting than me reciting lines."

"It is not—"

His complaint is cut short as you kiss him, once, twice, so many times you lose count and he kisses you back between snickers and fake complaints about how there's only so much his heart can take before it explodes. It's so cheesy it makes you both cringe and burst with laughter before starting the scene all over again.

A re-run of a Foodnetwork reality show is playing in the background when you open your eyes after a short-lived nap. Charles is swiping through his phone with his other arm around you, the light in the apartment has faded almost completely giving way to late evening.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?" you ask pushing off of Charles' body and sit and rub your eyes. "Or should we order something?"

He locks his phone and stretches, still laying on his back. "Whatever you want to do, soleil."

You two are way too comfortable in your little cocoon to mess it up by going outside just to eat. Charles smiles, knowing you've already made your mind up.

You argue on the couch for ten minutes about what take-out to get and after you've finally placed the order on your phone, you get up to make some space the dining table.

"Here," you throw the bunch of papers at him softly. The 'Little Women' script is anotated from page one, and it is true that you probably shouldn't be showing it to him, but it doesn't really hurt anyone either. "Not a word, do you hear me, Leclerc?"

Charles laughs before crossing his heart with his index finger, eager to read about your next big thing.

You throw more stuff on your open suitcase, wipe the table down and look through your kitchen for an unopened bottle of wine while Charles reads and occassionally shouts something from the living room. He's so genuinely excited about seeing you bring Amy to life on the silver screen.

"Gooodddd, what's taking them so long?" you whine as you return to the living room. The 'your order is in progress' notification still alive on the screen of your phone. Charles doesn't seem to mind as he makes space for you to sit with him again.

"Couch potato," you stick your tongue out at him, placing your feet on his lap after reaching for the TV remote. You surf through a few channels, trying to remember what the name was of that crime documentary you wanted to watch on Netflix.

"...y/n y/ln making headlines again with her messy love life," the E! Show that's starting has your picture and Charles' next to each other.

Charles' eyes move from the last pages of the script to the TV and then to you. "Change the channel, love," he says as he reaches for the remote himself.

"Yeah," you click on the Netflix logo on the remote and the screen goes black as your phone pings, letting you know your food has been delivered to your apartment complex's lobby.

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There is something beautiful about domestic life with Charles even if it just exists for scarce moments like this. The smell of coffee and the sound of his humming lull you into a peaceful state of mind as you prepare breakfast before once again leaving for the airport.

Messages from Mildred, three or four already, remind you that you must be ready for the list of things she had also reminded you of a million times already.

'how did he take it?' you read from your phone, Mildred again.

You look at Charles and open your mouth. Maybe now that he's leaving in a couple hours you'll work up the courage to tell him about how Mildred is staging your break-up right this second. Which means nothing, right? Keeping it lowkey is for the best, even for him.

Right?

You open your mouth and close it several times looking at your disheveled boyfriend and his sweet smile.

"What?"

"There's something I have to tell you," you breathe out, screwing the already too tight cap on the empty bottle of orange juice that rests on the table.

"So tell me," Charles' smile widens as he puts both elbows on the table, ready to listen.

"I'm really going to miss you." you chuckle awkwardly, and there is momentary gesture, barely perceptible, in Charles' face that tells you he knows that's not what you really wanted to say.

"Me too soleil, but we'll figure it out," he's reaching for your hand with a weaker smile on his face this time.

AFTER months of speculation about the nature of y/n's relationship with Formula 1 Pilot Charles Leclerc, a spokesperson for the actress has made an exclusive statemen for PEOPLE.

"They have never been romantically-involved," the source said. "Their friendship is undeniable but there's nothing more than that."

y/ln and Leclerc have been linked since April and spotted in public together several times, including at the Italian Grand Prix on September 3rd.

"Since becoming friendly they've ran into each other at several events," the source continues, "They are often surrounded by friends they have in common, such as Matilde Bassi and Timothée Chalamet. y/n knows it's too soon to put herself out there romantically."

Despite a rumor surfacing on an online gossip site that they took a romantic vacation together in Greece, y/n's spokesperson tells PEOPLE that "pictures are often released without context to create controversy."

Charles Leclerc has been blind-sided. Which, to be fair, in his career field is something he should be used to. But the feeling doesn't compare to being blind-sided by the person who is supposed to be your partner.

Charles understands, he always understands, or at least tries his best to do so. But this time, it really feels like he's reached his limit. It's not even about how he's become even more of the laughing-stock within his group of friends about how he's been parading y/n around and defending her honor for her to call their relationship 'casual' rather than not even getting a heads-up from her about the matter.

"Is there something you would like to talk about now, y/n?" Charles questions, trying his best not to let the anger flow into his voice.

Charles thinks the worst part is how long she stays silent, but it's not even close to what comes next.

"I tried telling you," she lies.

"When?" there is no point in hiding his anger anymore, even if he doesn't want to fight. This is one of those unavoidable things you expect to hit somewhere down the road in the relationship, not a month into it.

"I TRIED!" she repeats, unable to come up with any argument in her defense.

"You never tried! See that's the thing about you, you just wait for things to happen and then you 'try' to deal with the mess!" His accent is thickening with every word.

"If it bothers you so much—"

"What bothers me," he cuts her off, "Is how you cannot trust me with these things? What did you think I would say?!"

"Exactly what you're saying now, Charles," she sounds defeated and it manages to irk him an extra mile. "You don't understand—"

"I don't understand how you still care more about what people are going to say than about talking to me. I'm your boyfriend!"

There is another long silence during which he can hear faint yelling in the background of her side of the line. On his side of the world it's nearly midnight.

"I've been thinking," y/n nearly gasps, "That maybe we rushed things."

"Rushed things?" his voice is so small now he wonders if it can really travel half-way through the world.

"I— Maybe Mildred is right— I wasn't, I am not ready for a relationship." She stammers, and Charles can picture her pinching her thigh in that nervous tick she can't quite manage to get rid of.

"You can't even take responsibility for your own feelings?"

It's always Aidan, Victoria, Mildred... a handy list of people to put part of the blame on for when she doesn't want to say things herself.

And Charles accepts it. He accepts her messes because he wants her, but now apparently y/n doesn't even want him back.

"What do you even mean by that?" y/n scoffs.

"Can you even be honest with me, then? Say that it is you who doesn't want this relationship, y/n, don't put it on—"

"I'M NOT PUTTING IT ON ANYONE! THIS HAS BEEN A MISTAKE SINCE WE LEFT MYKONOS I—"

Charles didn't want to fight and now there is nothing to fight for, anyway. So he hangs the phone up, because sometimes things end in silence.

It's three am, and Charles Leclerc just got his heart broken.

─── team principal radio: ❝why hello there, i don't even know if you remember this fic but it is for my own peace of mind that I have to finish it!!! also i love these characters a lot, even when they're acting so selfish and stupid—looking at you y/n. Thank you if you are still here and like me, had to reread it to get to this chapter.❞

✰ paddock club members: NO PADDOCK CLUB THIS TIME BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW IF ANYONE STILL WANTS TO BE TAGGED.

[patrophthia]

congrats on 1k!!! could i pls request tom riddle and making him genuinely laugh for the first time? i love ooc soft tom😍

thank u!! we love OOC soft tom in this household!!

it’s not funny, riddle | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle X reader

genre: OOC SOFT TOM RIDDLE!!!! BC ME AND ANON LOVE HIM!!! prefect!reader

part of my 1k celebration event !

On the rare occasions where Tom was spotted with a real and genuine laugh, it had always been when there was something involving you. 

It's almost second nature by now, a lore of some sorts within the students (and Professors) of Hogswart to expect to find you doing something absolutely embarrassing —or ridiculous— if they were to ever hear a very specific laughter echoing down the hall. 

It's full and warm, a sound coming straight from the chest and it's as infectious as it comes. A smile is barely containable whenever you hear it and it so so so unlike his normal laugh —one so charming no one dared pointed out that it was clearly faked, perfected in a way where he seemed poised and well put together. 

He's not falling apart when he laughs then and he's as handsome as he always is. But when he's really laughing, his head falls back, his eyes squints shut as his nose crinkles, dark hair caressing against his hurting cheeks. When he opens his eyes back up, they're glinting under the light and he's practically shining when he looks at you. 

And you remember that look well, so so well, ever since it first happened. 

It's the first snow of the year when it happened, you're patrolling the halls with Tom when you first spotted it. And through your excitement, you eagerly ran out of the door not realizing just how ill prepared you were for it. 

Your shoes where the flimsiest pair of slippers one could find —and in your defense, it was because someone (you won't call out who exactly) had set for you to patrol the halls at five A.M in the morning and you hadn't exactly think to put anything proper on save for your school robes. 

So, with you in your pajamas and slippers —your Hogswart robes over them— you ran into the snow, too excited to remember that you're endangering yourself by doing so. And once you finally realize it, it's far too late seeing as you're already halfway down. 

You butt lands on the snow first, the rest of your body just seconds after it. And right before you could fully process everything that happened mere seconds ago, a loud infectious laugh breaks out through the morning air. 

You ease yourself up onto your arms, searching for the source of laughter only to find the Headboy —and your patrol partner, hunched over by the corridor's many openings as his arm covers his mouth, muffling his laughs; eyes shining at you. 

"It's not funny, Riddle," you say first, practically huffing at him as you try to bring yourself back up only to lose your balance once more. Tom doubling over with laughter at your actions. "Help me!" 

He tries to stop himself, he really did; but the sight of you on your ass, shivering against the white snow with your pajamas pants peaking through your robes where too amusing for him. He composes himself, mouth shut as he makes his way over to you. "You're ridiculous." He snickers with a smile. "Absolute idiot." 

He offers you a hand, and though you understand he was only merely teasing you with his remarks. You can't help but take the opportunity to pull him down with you, his face falling straight into the cold snow as you did so. 

You're the one laughing now, watching as he push himself up, his cheeks flushed from the cold snow as he scowls at you. You only giggle harder at his expression. "You're so cute like this." 

He doesn't take it well, a hand grabbing at the snow underneath him before it lands right above your chest. Your eyes widened at the sudden hit, hands moving quicker than your mind did. 

Safe to say Professor Mcgonagall wasn't too happy to find the two people she trusted to keep students in check in the early mornings in a snow ball fight. 

Especially when one of them is in their pajamas and the other in their school uniforms.

— from bee: OOC tom you’ll always be iconic

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock?

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eviestark: i believe this called a photo dump? idk blame lando and danny for this

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author: yes half of these pictures are from lando’s jpg account ignore it pls

landonorris: photo credit for the 8th picture 😎 ↳ eviestark: does it really count as photo credit when we were just facetiming and you said "smile!" and i did? ↳ landonorris: it is in my book

user1: SHE INFILTRATED THE GRID

user2: DID ALL OF THEM GIVE HER THOSE FLOWERS?

user3: ma’am do you need a dog? i can bark

user4: evie fr went from being seen with only max to everyone with her BUT max 💀

user5: gold digger ↳ user8: im sorry... but did you see her last name? STARK. meaning STARK INDUSTRIES. she's probably richer than all of the f1 drivers in this photo dump

carlossainz55: amor my picture does not look good ↳ eviestark: i told you i was taking a picture los :( ↳ user17: THE NICKNAMES????? LOS AND AMOR

lilymhe: beautiful 😍 (the flowers + evie) ↳ eviestark: can albono fight? cause i’ll fight him ↳ alex_albon: ill try to fight, but ill probably get my ass kicked by black widow's prodigy ↳ eviestark: ALEX ↳ alex_albon: shit was i not supposed to say that? ↳ lilymhe: i apologize on his behalf 😭

francisca.cgomes: i miss you smmm! we should hang out again ↳ eviestark: leave gasly, ill treat u better 😘 ↳ pierregasly: excuse me? ↳ eviestark: don't look gasly

carmenmmundt: girls day when? ↳ eviestark: get rid of george and it'll be girls night every night ↳ georgerussell63: i'm watching you evie ↳ eviestark: and you can watch me steal your girl russell

charles_leclerc: i wasn't even looking at the camera ↳ eviestark: but you still look good stfu

user6: evie must’ve saved a village in her past life because how is she so pretty, A STARK, and rumored to be with most of the f1 grid rn? ↳ user7: don’t forget her family is the avengers, she has 3 degrees, and can fight (as we have just discovered by alex)

user9: evie who is your favorite f1 driver rn (hint: m.v) ↳ charles_leclerc: (m)charles (v)leclerc ↳ landonorris: (m)lando (v)norris ↳ carlossainz55: (m)carlos (v)sainz ↳ danielricciardo: (m)daniel (v)ricciardo ↳ lewishamilton: lewis hamilton ↳ eviestark: (m)yuki (v)tsunoda (but lewis is a close second) ↳ user10: SHE'S ONE OF US!!!! ↳ landonorris: why is yuki your favorite ↳ eviestark: 1. have you seen him 2. he eats the stuff i bake 3. have you seen him ↳ landonorris: fair enough ↳ yukitsunoda0511: i will always eat anything you bake :)

danielricciardo: practiced on my jpg account to prepare myself to take picture of evie at the eiffel tower ↳ eviestark: it's pretty but it's blurry ↳ danielricciardo: you couldn't stop laughing and you turned around! ↳ eviestark: i only turned around bc u kept on making funny faces while u were taking pictures!!!

tonystark: tesoro did u get the autograph from my favorite driver? ↳ eviestark: i did, but papa you just should've texted me instead of commenting on my post 😭 😭 ↳ user11: TONY WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE DRIVER? 🎤 ↳ tonystark: lewis hamilton. ↳ user12: shouldn't it be max since you've known him the longest ↳ tonystark: not anymore.

lewishamilton: roscoe misses you ↳ user13: SHE GOT TO MEET ROSCOE HAMILTON? oh verstappen is fucked ↳ user14: not just roscoe, she also has (lewis) hamilton, ricciardo, norris, leclerc, and sainz liked by eviestark

user15: isn't it kinda fucked that just bc max was seen with kelly piquet evie is all of a sudden surrounded by f1 drivers when she and max were never together? ↳ user16: bffr she's not doing anything wrong. like u said, they were never together so that means that it doesn't matter if she's hanging out with f1 drivers now liked by eviestark

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STRANGERS

Don't talk to strangers or you might fall in love

Freezer bride, your sweet divine

You devour like smoked bovine hide

How funny, I never considered myself tough

summary: you've won the hunger games, and ready to return home in peace, but president snow has other plans for you, and he won't take no for an answer.

pairings: president!coriolanus snow x district6!reader

warnings: MDNI!, blood, violence, murder, manipulation, power imbalance, coercion, heavy drinking, non-con male masturbation, non-con oral sex (m receiving), roses ( pls let me know if i forgot any!)

notes: im new at publishing on tumblr so pls be patient with me! also new at writing in second person POV so sorry for any mistakes! hope u enjoy! there will be more parts coming soon!

Blood splatters onto your face.

"Please," He mouthed underneath you, but the knife was plunging down anyways. You couldn’t hear it.

The crunch of a sternum bone.

Silence. Cold silence rang in your ears and you blinked climbing off of the body a distant boom rupturing around the arena, but you only felt to shake of it, the sudden vibrational change in the air. You looked around the sun blaring down onto you as you turned away from the dead boy, you stumble forward, knee giving out from under you before you collapsed to the ground rolling onto your back staring upward. The blood oozed from the wound on your leg, it stung, it stung harshly, but it was welcomed.

It was over. Everything. It was over and all you were met with was blood stained hands and silence. You could smell the rot forming in your soul.

Boots were pounding into the ground, surrounding you, guns pointing at your body. Hands wrapped around your biceps pulling you, dragging you out of purgatory and into the looming light ahead.

~

"Congratulations." He whispered placing the small crown on your head, a dainty gold thing, his hands lingering too long on a wisp of your hair. The games had cut off your tongue it seems words never rising to the surface. His hand was under you chin, "Smile. You've won." It felt like a command so the corners of your mouth tugged up as the camera flashed upon you, shaking hands with your esteemed president.

"Thank you." His jaw ticked at your slip, the lack of his title, but he shook your hand anyways as Lucky Flickerman’s crew zoomed in for their close up. The motions were clear, set into place as you read the prepared words off the telecom. If you could get through this then you could return home where it was simple and safe. You would be okay once the Capitol train dropped you off in District 6 where you can happily watch it all disappear forever.

A hand slid to the small of your back, your spine locking up as another photo flashed of the two of you. Your smile stumbled as his shoulder pressed into yours heat pouring off of him where your bodies collided.

You met his eyes, face half turned towards each other, and your cheeks burned with a flush.

The only good thing about winning was finally eating and drinking real food again.

You downed cups and flutes of any alcohol you could find shoved into your hands drowning out the sound of people talking, congratulating you. It was cruel really how when the film of a camera was replaced it sounded like small bones cracking, so your drank more. Why were they so thankful? They arranged for you to be there...they sent you to either die or kill for them. Because some great-great grand-whatever rebelled, so now you had to live with the consequences of someone else actions.

Your brain was beyond heavy, mouth no doubt stained red from the wine. One more day, one more day and you would be going home to die of hopefully natural causes some other time. One more day and you would be out of this hateful city, away from theses entitled, hateful people. You felt it then, the dryness in your throat, the angry water welling in your eyes. You set the empty cup down, stumbling away from the party silent tears beginning to unwarrantedly roll down your cheeks. You gripped the railing as you climbed the stairs towards the mansion doors needing to hide away from the world, and when you reached the top you pushed it open harshly. The heels of your shoes clicked on marble floor in an empty hallway, a door slamming shut behind you as you kept moving. The hallway was spinning like you were stuck in a concrete mixer turning and turning and turning.

You tripped over your foot catching yourself by throwing a hand out to the wall, collapsing onto a small cushioned bench. The groan left your mouth as you slid out of your shoes feet aching, you felt the long gash of the scar the District 2 tribute had given you. It was taking a while to fully close, the wound on you soul would never heal either it seemed.

More tears. More anger.

"You should be celebrating." The cold, calculating voice cut through the air.

You could only roll your head upward, too drunk, too ashamed to be afraid at the surprise. Fresh tears rolled down your cheek. "I did."

Footsteps were coming towards you, slow, like the wolf hunting a doe, and that was when your body alerted, when he had stepped into your space, head snapping towards him. He looked as calm and collected as his tone, a rich black suit fitted to his lean body, a hand lazily in his pocket as his legs bracketed in your knee. "Then why are you in here? I have a whole party out there for you and you hide away in my home.”

"Too noisy." You stared up at him with red rimmed eyes as he towered over, your vision fuzzy at the corners.

His knuckle came up to your cheek collecting the tear freshly traveling down makeup covered skin. "You should be celebrating." He repeated the moisture glistening on his bone. "Not crying."

You sniffed, your voice cracking from crying, "Sorry sir."

"Mr. President." He corrected.

"Sorry, Mr. President sir." You cleared your throat offering him a fake smile.

His hand came under your chin, a pinky resting on your jaw his thumb tracing puffy, wine stained lips, "That's a good girl. Too much wine I suspect hmm?" You only nodded as he held you face, held your life with it too. You might have won his games, but he could still ruin everything, ruin the little family left back home. He had always made that clear to everyone; it wasn’t a shock people started dying soon after they crossed him.

"Yes. Mr. President, sir.” For some reason another tear slipped out with a wide eyed blink.

"You look so pretty when you cry." He traced over your lip one more time gently pushing in until the pad of his thumb pressed against your tongue. You heard the wet noise of his lips parting, as he took a quiet deep breath your teeth grazing his skin. Then he popped it out, bought it to his mouth, sucking gently on your leftover wine. "Come." He wrapped his arm around your bicep pulling you to your feet in front of him. "Let's get you some food, introduce you to some more friends of mine, and then bed." Two hands stroked down your hair holding your head between his palms. "How does that sounds my little victor?"

A dark gaze lingered in his eyes that there was no way around what he wanted, no telling him no. So you let him bend down and slip your shoes back on keeping your face towards the opposite wall. ”Yes Mr. President, sir.” His hand lingered too long on your bare ankle before he rose.

He smiled, a snake like gleam in it, like he had finished wrapping his body around his victim to suffocate it. One more day, and then you were done. He could introduce you to whoever he liked, feed you whatever he wanted, but come tomorrow on that beautiful train ride home the Capitol, the games would be a distant traumatizing memory, and he would just be a face on a screen come next year.

He plucked the white rose off the front of his suit jacket, took the pin out, and tucked it behind your ear to sit prettily in your hair.

His hand wrapped around your waist causing you to grip his forearm to stumble out into the party once more. Your eyes scanned the party, catching on a young girl, the winner from District 4. Her name started with an M, but you couldn’t find the rest of it in you hazy brain. The only thing you could focus on was the sad frown etched upon her pretty face as President Snow dragged you through his party.

6 months later

You wiped dirt off on your pants standing up to admire the blooming garden spread out in front of you. A smile flittered onto your face for only a moment before it fell staring at the wilting leaves on top of wet soil. They had fallen no doubt during a weeding or pruning or plain decay, but they were there ready for the earth to absorb them for nutrients.

Did the arena absorb their decaying bodies too or were they flown away somewhere else? Did they go back to their families so they could rest in peace?

You shook the thought grabbing gardening tools and the water can heading back to the house. Time was helping, the white noise of the district was helping, the trains going by were helping. The only reminder you had ever been carted away...well that and the large sum you had been gifted upon winning. You decided to ration it, save it but comfortably. It was the only thing truly stopping you from drowning yourself in alcohol or morphling, and the disappointed look your father had given you when they had carried you off the train, too wasted to walk. You took up gardening soon after the initial withdrawing, rotting period needing to keep you hands, your mind busy.

The scent of vanilla hit you as soon as you entered the house your body freezing on the threshold. It was a warm vanilla scent, which meant your mother had made tea, which meant there was company. You set your tools down, peeling off you mud stained boots. Your mother laughed as you slowly continued down the hall, the sound muffled by the kitchen wall you had yet to curve around to enter the kitchen. Alarms shot off in your head, the hair on your neck standing up knowing it wasn't anyone from District 6.

"Mother." You called seeing the outline of her at the table.

"Darling." Your mother smiled as you turned the corner, eyes flitting over to the man across the table from her sipping on his tea. A fresh bouquet of white roses sat in a new vase at the center of the table. "We have a guest."

"Mr. President." Your mouth dried out, feet heavy, gluing you to the middle of the kitchen. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Your mother only stood up rushing towards you, taking your hands to sweetly drag you to the table. "Come sit, my darling bluebell." She forced you into an empty chair around the modest circular table, a plaid green table cloth covering it. You kept eyes on him as she poured tea into the only empty cup. Once the kettle was down she discreetly tried to wipe dirt off your face, "Always covered in something from your little garden."

President Snow mouth quirked up. "Garden?"

You only managed a nod. ”It was a small little thing, something to help…” Her eyes dropped, “Something to keep her busy, and well before you knew it it had taken up most of the lawn." Another discreet pat on the cheek. "I have never been more proud than when I see her out there working on it." She chuckled, "Well besides when you put the tiara on her head." You inwardly cringed at the word tiara, at the reminded of what had been done to earn it.

"My grandmother grew roses." He motioned to the red one he worse pinned to his blue suit. His eyes met yours, "Do you?" A small nod as steam swirled up from the tea that would never be drank, "May I see them?"

Your mother stood up answering, "Of course." Her hands came upon you shoulders, "Go change and show our lovely President." You pushed the chair back using it as an escape for the moment, "Wash your face, and put on that pretty blue sun dress." You didn't answer, only walked back down the hall to your room finally able to breath normally away from his suffocating presence. What was he doing all the way out here? You had figured, had clung, to the fact you would never have to see him, or the Capitol again, and now he was here invading your home.

After washing your shaking hands and face, digging the dirt out of your nails, and braiding your hair back did you put that stupid sundress on and walk back out. Your mother was standing by the door a forced smile on her lips, "Yes sir, no sir." She reminded you, pulling small tendrils of hair loose around your face. "Don't speak unless spoken to."

"I know." You told her, forcing her hands away from your face reciting what your father and mother had both instilled in you. "I am grateful for what you've done for us President Snow."

"Mr. President Snow, sir." She pinched your cheeks to give them color then let you step around her and out of the house.

He was standing near the edge of the garden just before the walkway split separating each sections. "It truly does take up most of the lawn." He smiled holding out his arm for you. You slowly allowed him to hook it under his elbow to lead down the walkway. "It smells divine."

"Thank you." You swallowed, "Mr. President, sir."

He only smirked, "Your mother raised a well mannered woman."

You offered him a shy smile, ”My father and mother always instilled proper etiquette as best as they could. They emphasized respect and dutifulness."

"Important traits to have." He agreed. He was Capitol, he was the president, no doubt relishing in the fact district folks weren't born with those traits, they had to have it beat into them.

His hand clamped around yours, trapping it in his arm. Your breaths shook, don’t stutter. "My roses are just this way." You motioned up the path for him to lead in that direction.

The rose bush could have looked better, but it had always been a work in progress, a difficult flower to manage, and your heart had never truly been fond of roses. Red and yellow seeds were the only color you could acquire so the colors sometimes missed their mark or died all together. “Troublesome for you?” There was no hiding the disappointment in his tone.

“Yes.” An embarrassed response. "I'm tempted to rid myself of them."

"Hmm," He stepped forward fingers running along the soft petals. "I have a garden full of white roses, I brought some for you today."

You gave him a small smile. "Thank you. I'm sure my mother adores them."

"They're for you, not her." He flatly told you a sneer on his face. "A gift of sorts to my favorite little victor." He smirked down at the bush plucking a perky red rose from its stem. "Or what did she call you?" He turned back towards you, "Her darling bluebell?"

The blush bit at your cheeks, "Thank you. Mr. President sir." He smiled deeply tucking the stem of the rose behind your ear rooting it into the braid. "They are lovely." I lied. The scent of roses overtook the air to the point you felt dizzy with it, felt them swallowing you whole like he did.

"I do hope your mother won’t mind looking after it all.” He sighed his hand running down your arm as blood drained out of you, the question sitting leaden in your mouth. "We're trying something new, something Dr. Gaul believed would bring good publicity to the games." You chewed on your cheek, biting the refusal back. You remembered hearing about her death a year or two ago. "A victory tour of sorts." Both hands were on your arms holding you in front of him, "You'll go district to district letting them celebrate you and then finish at the Capitol. I'm going to throw you another party."

Oh

His hand came under your chin tilting your face up to him, "How does that sound my little bluebell?"

"Okay." You whispered because it was what was supposed to be said to him.

He beamed, "Such a good girl." His smile fell, "Since this is the first time we're doing it I'll be going with you of course to make sure everything goes smoothly."

Ice coated you. How long would this be? Would he ever let you remain in peace? Would the garden wither and die in the time you would be gone? Why did he stare like that?

You only nodded the obedience in your spine locking into place.

It wasn't horrible. The train was comfy and reminded you of home, the rumbling sound it made, the smell of the smoke and gasoline, the horn blaring through the night. They had written words, of course, to say at every district, reciting from a script how sorry you were for their losses and how thankful you are for the Capitol and their generosity. President Snow talked the most which was ironically a godsend since you didn't want to speak at all.

Mostly, there was food, tons of food...and wine.

You more self-indulgent habit to make the time go by smoother. Even more so now because you could, because it was free, because your parents weren't here to shame you. You would stop once you got home; you had done it before. When the tour was over, you would stop, you would go back home, relish in the normalcy, the garden, where it was safe. Where no one could find you.

Snow wouldn't be on the train ride home.

It unnerved you that he was here simply a few train cars down, eating, sleeping, plotting murder no doubt, planning more games. It only made you swig from the bottle more to shove the anxiety down.

You had crawled in the train car window, a comfy seat under it, curling you feet under you to watch the night blur past. Each bump comforted you, like you were in the older train cars carting people around the district. The moon wasn't out making any outline impossible to see, so you closed your eyes, pretending to hear the bustling square at home. You took another drink of wine savoring the lazy feeling coating your body.

The door slid open no doubt an Avox coming to do some chore, so you didn’t even bother to look. "You didn't come to dinner." Your head snapped up seeing Snow standing in the door a tray of food in his hands, "They said you only grabbed a bottle of wine and left."

"I wasn't hungry." Not a lie, you had felt ill since leaving District 9 the tributes faces beginning to gnaw at you once more. You had survived, and they hadn’t, and it felt wrong. "Mr. President, sir."

He wasn't wearing his normal suit instead a pair of dress pants, and a starched white button up, the top two buttons undone. His immaculate blonde hair was slightly mused a stray curling piece falling onto his forehead. "Come eat with me." You weighed the options before unfolding your legs out and turning to slid off the sill. You tugged at the nightgown they had shoved in the closet for sleep, a soft thin robe covering your shoulders over it. They hadn’t allowed you to bring any clothes from home. His eyes glanced up your body as you pulled it tighter around you.

"Excuse my appearance Mr. President, sir." You sat down across from him.

"No need." He only smiled as he pushed the tray. "Do you like the train?"

You nodded picking at the food, "It reminds me of home. We used to live by the test track before it moved, and it used to rumble the house. I used to hate it growing up, but now it seems to have grown on me."

"I bet it has." You should enjoy the food more, shovel it down until it was nothing. Your family had never suffered too much within the district not like the others, like 10,11,12... but it wasn't exactly always easy. The Capitol was always cramming food down your throat before and after the games, before you had reveled in it, the after...it tasted like dust in my mouth sometimes. You set the fork down pushing the half eaten tray away, but he only pushed it back. "Eat, please." You began to open your mouth in protest, but his jaw ticked. "Eat." A command, "All of it."

You watched his face, bottom lip trembling at the new tone he was using. It was bound to come out, but you had been so kind, always listened. You slowly began eating again forcing each bite until nothing remained, until your chest was tight with a full stomach. You took a sip of water. Always thank him, your mother had whispered on your way out of the door, Even if you are not thankful.’ “Thank you, Mr. President sir."

"You are so good to me, my little bluebell." He leaned forward the darkness engulfing the blue in his eyes. "Can you do something for me?" You made yourself nod even-though fear was trickling down your skin. He motioned with his head, "Go lie down on the bed."

The color drained from your face, "Wh-What?"

Don't stutter.

You cursed inwardly for the slip. ”Be my good girl and go lie down on the bed." His grin widened, “I won’t say it again.”

By the time your knee hit the bed tears had slipped over, you tried to stop them, but they welled anyways as you turned to look at him. He stalked towards you unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them, so you forced your gaze upward taking in the sounds of rustling. His hands pushed the robe down your shoulders letting it pool onto the bed. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to stop him as his fingers trailed along your bare shoulders, along your collarbones, up your neck. "Spit." He held out his hand. You swallowed, pulling the liquid back up and spit into his palm watching him bring it between his legs. You forced yourself to not look down, not look at what his hand was doing with a large length, to not look as he slid his hand along it. His other hand came up to your face, once again dragging across your bottom lip, pushing his finger further in, hooking it onto your bottom teeth. "Suck on it." He growled. You blinked fresh tears out before letting your tongue poke and lick up his finger, swirling around his knuckle listening to his pants. A cry of protest sat in your lungs, but would it matter? Were you always bound to be at his mercy, cursed to obey his whims to exert his power. “You listen so good." His head fell back a little the small groan hiding the sounds of him stroking himself. “Will you take my cock good too?”

"Please." You whimpered against his hand finding the smallest resistance in yourself at his words. "Please sir...I'm a virgin. I-I don't-!"

He shoved you back onto the bed with a growl his knees straddling your thigh as he pumped his hand faster and faster groaning into the air as two fingers invaded your mouth thrusting along your tongue. You felt violated, but all you could do was lie there and take it, let him do whatever he was doing because you were good, because he was the president and you had to obey. You closed your eyes tears burning your skin on the way his movements shook your body, until finally he stilled warmth shooting over your skin.

You finally breathed as he removed his fingers and stepped away. You lied there, listening to him straighten his clothes back on. "Don't change. Sleep in that." You glanced down at the white clumps running down your nightgown, some even drying to your exposed chest.

He stared at you expectantly. Thank him, even when you're not thankful. "Thank you Mr. President, sir.”

His grin was haunting as he left.

The rest of the tour went unbothered. He only occasionally came back to repeat those events, but each time it got a little easier as you began to know what to expect, each time you dared to look a little bit more. Sometimes even getting lost in the way his hand glided across his glistening cock covered in your spit. On the rare nights, you even gazed upward at him, at his hooded eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead, tongue between his teeth. You even began to listen to the noises he made, the heavy grunts, the soft groans and grit of his jaw, his vulgar words at you when his eyes suddenly met yours making you look away with heat in your cheeks.

And then he would cum over your body.

You threw up after the first night only forcing it to stay on your body because he had said so. After that it became easier to withstand the feeling, the warmth, the smell. You realized after a few times it gave off a scent you had only attributed to him, you only knew that because he often stood so close to you. It was so mild and hidden that you could only tell when you brought some close to your nose, and since it was already there you tasted it and you figured his skin might taste like that too.

It was fine, until you finished the tour of District 2. The boy's face stared down at you, and you remembered how it looked covered in blood.

Please!

The crunch of bone.

You could barely get through the reading, crying halfway through before someone had to usher you to the side. Snow was angry; you could see it in his dark eyes but maybe he could find pity. You had been so kind, so good.

It didn't matter by the time he found you curled into the corner of my room you were covered in smeared make up and tears. You couldn't even take off the stupid pink dress they had given you. He stood there for a moment taking you in then he grabbed you by the hair yanking you up onto the bed. Then he reeled back and slapped you across the face so hard your head snapped to the side. "You were very bad today bluebell."

"I-I..."

Another slap the other way. "Don't stutter."

Your cheek was stinging, "I'm sorry." A pause, and then another hard slap stars split your vision. "I'm sorry Mr. President, sir." You closed your eyes waiting for more but then you heard the familiar noise of his pants unbuttoning and your body began to lay itself back like it had registered before you did. He only darkly chuckled as he pulled you back up and shoved you to your knees in front of him, "I know you didn't mean to break the rules. Right?” You nodded, “And why do I know that?”

"Because I'm your good girl, Mr. President, sir." You stared up at him with red cheeks and pouting lips.

He groaned, his hard length pressing against your mouth. You glanced up at him with furrowed brows not knowing how to do what he was asking. “Open your mouth,” You did. “Don’t bite. I'll do the rest." He pushed past your lips, taking ahold off your face and began rocking his hips into you, his cock sliding along your tongue. "Oh fuck," He shivered shoving himself deeper the tip of him touching the back of your throat. You swallowed the gag as he pulled out to slam back into you bring your throat more tears spilling out, spit running down your chin. You squeezed your eyes as he used your mouth for whatever he wanted as he thrusted his cock into your mouth viciously. "Swirl your tongue around it." He hissed and you obeyed running it along the shaft, around the head feeling him stutter his movements, but pick up speed. His hand was rooted in your scalp yanking your face up, pain bubbling up with each abusing stroke, but something else was there too, and you realized his skin didn't taste bad. "You like that? You like when I fuck your mouth?"

You mumbled out incoherently not even sure what your answer was.

He shoved your head back, neck craned against the mattress his hips pinning you as he blatantly fucked into your mouth. ”I wonder what pretty sounds you would make if I fucked you hmm?” His hand bobbed your head against him as you gripped his thighs to hold yourself up as saliva dripped across your chest. "I can't though...too many others want it."

Your eyes shot open just as his thrust turned sporadic and warm liquid shot down your throat. Your face was covered in fluids, covered in drool and cum, dribbling down your chin as he slowly removed himself. ”What?" Your throat was raw and torn.

"I was going to wait to tell you." He sighed tucking himself back in. "But you are very desirable as a Victor, and once you told me you were a virgin...well it made you a lot more desirable." He patted your tears and cum stained cheek, "But you have been so good to me despite this slip up, so I will try to pick someone you will like. Hmm?” You were too stunned to respond. He was selling you to people, selling you to the highest bidder because you had killed a boy. You weren’t even supposed to win everyone had let you know how the tribute from 10 was slated to win, but he got taken out while you were hiding, and they had lost money. Because your life was a bet for them.

"I want to go home." You cried softly his hand cradling your face.

He cocked his head to the side, "Oh bluebell. You can't leave me yet." He stood up and began to walk to the door, "I might just have to keep you."

He left you there on your knees. No he didn't quite taste bad, in fact, you thought maybe you enjoyed the pool of him on your tongue. You cried even harder.

PART TWO here!

(if you care)

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hey cherry, I just came to order an Éclair au chocolat, and maybe (pls pls pls pls pls) an Tarte aux fraises. Specifically something like strict teacher x soft teacher trope. With Ratio because I love him too.

- 🐇 anon

.note. heyy, that's a good idea, I know what to do, thanks for ordering 🐇 anon! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

𓂅new order. "éclair au chocolat and a tarte aux fraises."

Rumors and denials

pairing. Dr ratio x gn!reader cw/genre. fluff, angst, friends to noting , rejected before declaring. synopsis. Your students and staff started rumors about the two of you. That was not a good idea. full menu

You looked at a blank dot on the director's desk, begging your eyes not to get teary.

Ratio nodded. "I assure you that this situation won't happen again,"

His voice was stoic, giving away nothing of what he really felt.

During one of Veritas' periods without a class, he came across you in the breakroom. With a passive scoff, he made his way over and placed down a coffee for you. He was not kind to many of his other co-workers, but it was difficult to rain on your lovely presence.

"Here," Veritas grumbled as he placed down the latte, moving to take a seat across from you. "I made it since I am quite certain that no one else would." He seemed to stare you up and down for a brief moment, but you weren't sure why.

Your face was worthy of a question mark. Carefully, you moved aside, settling in the seat. "Oh, how attentive on your part, thank you," you gently let go, as you grabbed the latte.

By the time you moved and he sat down, he managed to see in full that on the table you were sitting on there was not only a coffee, there were like four different ones. All intact, it seems.

So, clearly, Ratio's words were not the most accurate. Ratio's eyes widened, before he huffed as he leaned back against his chair, arms crossing over his chest "Oh?" He raised a brow at you as you took a sip of the latte, before continuing.

"And here, I thought they would have all been already picked up by now… I suppose there are kind staff that roam this university, then."

"Mhm, I guess that's right," you added, calmly as you took a sip like him to the latte.

He repressed letting out a sigh.

"So, how is your classroom doing, then, if you're not out being given gifts by your darling students," he continued, but it was not a full question, rather a rhetorical one.

Even a blind man could see how your students loved you. Not that he was jealous, of course not. You let out a slight laugh at his words. You weren't really trying to start the conversation, because he sometimes had the face of little friends. So today you were surprised that he's talking to you this way and even taking the trouble to prepare a latte for you.

"Is it a sign of jealousy, Mr. Ratio?" You said in an attempt to joke lightly.

He almost choked on his saliva, his body flinching at your words. He was not jealous. He was not envious of your way of teaching, nor how you managed to win the hearts of your students.

He was not envious of that, ever.

As much as his mind denied, his heart beat slightly faster for some reason, so he quickly covered it up by scoffing. "Jealous? Me?" He said incredulously, acting as if this was a funny joke you just told him.

"Please, spare me."

You let out a slight laugh. But what a funny reaction. "Whatever you say, Mr. Ratio,"

Ratio's face flushed slightly at your teasing, but was quickly covered up by a cough. He was not blushing. Nope. It was simply a reaction due to the heat of his drink, and he was not embarrassed at you calling him out.

In fact, in his mind only, he totally hated the way your words for him rolled out of your tongue.

Not in a good way. At all.

He took a sip to buy time, eyes locked on you.

"How are you doing in your classes?" You asked him.

Now that he had particularly started talking to you, you wouldn't miss the opportunity to make a friendship with him. Or at least you'd try.

"They are…" Ratio trailed off, looking to the side for a moment in thought before looking back at you, "…well, exasperating. Not a single brain in those empty skulls." He continued with a sigh. "And here I was, expecting at least a handful of competent people. But it seems, even that was an overestimation of my part."

He leaned back against his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, but he found some of his gaze lingering on you as he did so.

You carried a finger to one of your lips, putting on a thoughtful pose before you spoke again.

"I've heard from my students that you're very hard on them," you said, always with the characteristic softness in your tone. The difference that now sounded somewhat worried.

Hard? Him? Of course, he could be called that, but coming from one of the nicest professors in the academy, it was a bit surprising.

"Of course I am. How else would they learn properly if I am not hard on them? Even you must understand that to be true,"

He spoke matter of factly. He did not tolerate idiocy, much less that of a student. The students that he taught either accepted his teachings and gained knowledge, or they simply…failed.

"Mhm," you let go, as an understanding of his words.

You didn't agree with his way of teaching, but you wouldn't say you hated it either.

You were going to say something else, but the sound of your phone caught your attention. You had set an alarm to know what time your rest was over.

He was about to say something again when your alarm went off. He raised an eyebrow and waited to see what you would do.

When your hand moved up to check the time, his eyes moved, unintentionally, to your face.

He was, for the first time, looking at you closely and taking in your features. Again.

"Rest time over?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer, and it also seemed that he was slightly saddened that the conversation was apparently going to end soon.

"Ah, yes," you answered, with a slight disappointment in your voice.

The two of you had been talking for 15 minutes.

Surprisingly, more time than you had expected to spend in his presence.

You quickly turned off the alarm and stood up as you took the latte in your hand.

You looked at him, not entirely sure what to say.

"Thank you for the coffee," you said sheepishly, offering a smile.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard you thanking him, for once in his life, he felt a sense of satisfaction within himself for making a coffee.

"Oh, of course," he responded, trying hard to keep his face impassive.

He didn't want you to pick up on the fact that your smile made him feel a bit happy, and he didn't know how to deal with it either.

"Well, see you, luck with your students," you said, firing you with one hand and leaving the teacher room for your classroom.

And there you left, leaving behind a perplexed teacher.

He had a habit of not letting his emotions overtake him, he never allowed them to. But there you were, somehow managing to make him feel…strange while being your usual pleasant self.

[…]

The class had come to an end. Many of the students quickly left, but a few stayed behind to ask the teacher some questions, which he answered in his usual manner.

Once the last student was gone, he got up from his seat and began to gather up the papers that were laying on his desk.

His mind had managed to focus on the papers, leaving behind the previous interaction he had.

That was, until, the classroom door swung open and he looked up. For some reason, he had expected you to be behind there.

Instead, he saw a young woman, he believed she was a college student who was taking one of his classes this year.

"Professor Ratio," she said, as she approached his desk.

He was mildly annoyed to say the least, he wanted to finish up and leave.

"What are you still here for," he asked, placing the papers back down and looked up at her sternly.

The female student looked slightly nervous, he was a strict professor and she was aware of that.

"Well, I wanted to…" she started, but seemed to hesitate.

She took another step towards his desk, as Ratio leaned back in his chair, wondering what she could possibly need from him.

"Go on," he said, raising an eyebrow as he placed his fingers over his nose.

"I do not have all day. State what you need from me and be quick."

Woah, it had been some time since the classes were initially finished.

He spent more than 30 minutes explaining to his student what she didn't understand.

And at all times, he didn't know how to recognize why he felt like that was taking a long time away from him.

Once he finished saving everything, he set out to leave the classroom, closing the door behind him.

He hesitated on his feet, wanting to pass by the door where you were classing.

His mind and his heart were at war.

He didn't want to admit it, but he found himself feeling strange around you that day. He found himself feeling something when you smiled.

He didn't understand what was going on, and quite frankly, he didn't like it that much.

His mind told him to go on with his way, so he did, not allowing his feet to take a single step in your direction.

It had been two days since that talk he had with you.

The day was coming to an end, and Ratio found himself walking in the hallway to the break room, but he found himself stopping when he saw the door to the room you were in to teach.

He couldn't help but stand outside, hearing your voice from the inside. From time to time, he could hear the small laughs from the students.

It was irritating him.

As if it were a reflection, you turned your head in the direction of the door, seeing Ratio through the small glass in the door.

Your eyebrows raised as you saw him standing on the other side, and Ratio's eyes widened, and he cursed himself for standing there in such a manner.

He quickly composed himself, but it was too late, you had already noticed him, and the eyes of a couple of your students were on him now as well.

He saw how you said something to your students, before you approached the desk next to the board and grabbed something.

You came over and opened the door, extending a folder.

"It's good that you passed by, Mr. Ratio, a teacher said that you forgot this in the teachers' room. ," you said, once you went out the door and closed it behind you so that your students wouldn't be gossipful.

"Oh," he said, looking at the folder, slightly surprised. He took it, although he didn't completely remember having forgotten it anywhere.

He also tried not to pay attention to how close you were standing to him, and he tried not to take notice of the light scent of your perfume.

"I see," he spoke, clearing his throat, "Thank you," he added.

You responded with a cheerful smile that made his heart skip a beat, but he didn't show it, keeping an neutral expression.

"Of course," you said. But then you gave a small and short laugh, "Although I would say that it surprises me that you, of the most organized, forgot something," you joked.

He felt a small sense of embarrassment when you said that. It was true that he was organized, and he never forgot where he placed something. He could count the times on one hand the times where that has happened.

He found it quite strange, again, that you didn't seem to be intimidated by him like the other teachers.

Well, of course, you were the only one who smiled at him everytime you saw him.

Although well, you smile at everyone.

"One forgets things from time to time," he said.

"Oh, absolutely," you added as you brought a hand to your waist, "I understand, it happens to me a lot of times, too," you said with a slight laugh.

He was quite impressed at how you found a way to keep a conversation going every time.

"How is your class going?" He asked you.

It was strange how he was having the desire to keep talking, and of his free will with you.

That made you go back to reality.

"Oh, my class," you said, as if you had forgotten because you were talking to him.

"It's going well, thank you for asking," you said, somewhat quickly, before taking a quick look back, looking at your students.

That to your surprise, instead of talking to each other, they seemed more attentive in your interaction with Ratio.

"It was good to see you, Mr. Ratio, but I have to continue with my class," you said, turning your eyes to his face.

"Ah, I understand, yes," He didn't want to admit it, but he got slightly disappointed when you said that.

His mind was telling him that it was better this way, and he quickly agreed, as he cleared his throat as said in an indifferent tone,

"Good to know your class is going well," he paused for a bit, before he added, "and thanks again for this," he added, raising the folder he was holding.

"I hope you have a good class," he said, even if he would rather keep talking to you.

You smiled at him in response before re-entering your classroom and closing the door behind you again.

He stood there, for a few seconds, as he placed the folder below his arm.

For the umpteenth time today, his mind and his heart were at odds with each other.

One half of him was telling him to go on his way and continue with the day as normal, the other half, was telling him to go back to the classroom so he could-

He did not want to finish that thought.

He shook his head gently, as if that would make the thought disappear from his mind, and he started walking again.

[…]

You entered the teachers' room, accompanied by another teacher.

You were talking happily with that teacher, who was just going to the teachers' room to leave the uncorrected works of his students.

You, for your part, were just going to rest for a while, or well, talk to your coworkers and have a coffee, until your next class shift.

The other teacher greeted you before turning to take a seat to correct their students' works.

As you walked in, you began chatting with some of the teacher who were there.

One of them was a woman. She was your friend for several years, so both of you got along quite well.

"So, how are your students," she asked, as she filled the cup of coffee, with the warm liquid steaming lightly.

"They're doing good," you said, and then you smiled, "well, except for one, but he tries to do well," you said, as you received the cup from her.

You didn't notice a familiar pair of eyes looking at you from across the room, from the couch.

Ratio's eyes were fixed on you, as you chatted with some of your coworkers and laughed at a small comment that one of the teachers said, which sounded funny.

He saw you in the most concealed way that existed.

He was strange to see you smile, he felt strange. The other teachers continued to ask you questions.

One of them asked you about how was the last exhibition that you organized at the local museum, another one, asked you about a drawing that you had sent to a contest.

You responded cheerfully and happily at every question or comment.

Ratio found himself being completely captivated as he saw you smile, laugh and chat with everybody, and it was strange, really.

He never paid attention to people, but he found himself focusing on you and only on you.

Until, he was forced to continue reviewing some of his students' works.

Yes, he had concentrated for a long time on that.

That's why when you approached him and sat next to him, he didn't even notice.

He found himself immersed in reviewing one of his students' works, not having heard you as you approached him.

Not until he heard a slight chuckle on his side, which made him slightly startled. He looked up to see you sitting, right next to him.

He felt a slight pang of his heart when he looked into your eyes, but he hoped it didn't show on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Ratio," you said, trying not to laugh, "did I startle you?" you asked, as you took a sip from your coffee.

"Absolutely not," he said, straightening his back again.

"What are you doing here, may I ask?" He inquired, even though he knew you were there to rest and chat, but he just couldn't help but ask why you sat next to him.

"Well," you said, as you took another sip of coffee, "obviously I was going to sit down and rest, and to chat, you know," you explained, although it wasn't as if he didn't know.

"I didn't want to disturb you, of course, but the rest of the couches are already occupied," you said as you tried to give an explanation why you sat right next to him.

He should have told you that it irritated him. He should told you that he did not want you to sit right next to him. He should have told you to go sit somewhere else.

But he didn't.

"Well, then, I suppose there was no other choice," he said, slightly moving to give you just a tiny little more space.

You nodded, while you sipped your coffee that you had in both hands.

Then you looked forward for a while, until you looked back at him.

"I saw you looking in our direction," you said, giving him a soft elbow in his arm.

"What," he asked, as he moved his gaze from some of the papers he was holding, to you, as you slightly pushed him.

His heart slightly dropped, had you noticed him watching you? All the time?

You didn't leave him any more time to answer, because you spoke first.

"Yes," you said smiling. "So, Mrs. Amelie?" You added, in a somewhat funny tone and in a somewhat low voice.

His heart skipped a beat at your words, and for a slight moment, he felt a little panic, before he composed himself to speak again.

He was extremely relieved that you didn't have noticed him watching you for a long time.

"What are you talking about," he asked, raising an eyebrow, acting casual, or well, that's what he tried.

"Oh come on," you said, as you slightly pushed him once again with your elbow, "you know what I am talking about," you continued, with a slight smile.

This situation, in any other case, would have annoyed him.

The fact that you were so cheerful and you would come and poke him with your elbow everytime you spoke would have annoyed him very much.

But for some reason, right now, it didn’t.

"You totally have something for Mrs. Amelie," you said. He gave a scoff, and rolled his eyes.

He did not had anything for Mrs. Amelie.

Sure, she was the other math teacher, an excellent one, one who didn't have any idiots in her class, but that was the only quality of her.

"Of course I don't, don't be ridiculous," he said, in a somewhat exasperated tone, as he looked back at the papers.

You let out one more soft laugh, as you sighed before you finished drinking your coffee and placing it on the small table in front of the couch.

You didn't like it very much that he told you 'Don't be ridiculous', but you knew that Ratio could express himself like this sometimes. Maybe you shouldn't bother him too much.

"Okay, if you say so," you said. Then you put your elbow on the back of the couch, resting your chin on your hand while you look at your phone, completely entertained.

Ratio felt a little bit of relief when you left the topic aside.

He was absolutely sure he had no interest in Mrs. Amelie.

Sure, she had great qualifications, and she was the 'only one' of his co-workers who never angered him, and they had a certain similar way of thinking when it came to education, but he didn't feel anything when he was next to her.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt that you seemed to be distracted using your phone.

He glanced at you, in a subtle yet inquisitive way. You were completely oblivious to his gaze, as you had your eyes fixated on the screen of your phone.

You were completely entertained on whatever you were looking at there.

Ratio thought that it was a good moment to return to his work, it was good to be able to concentrate now.

But the moment he tried to return to his papers, you looked back at him, your eyes slightly moving from the phone, catching his gaze.

"Yes?" You asked, a little confused, but you still had that soft smile on your face like always. His eyes widened ever so slightly when you looked back at him.

Right, right, you had probably caught him staring again.

"What time is it?" That's the first thing he came up with. It was almost lunchtime, if we were being really specific.

You looked at your phone, before seeing him again.

"Lunch time," you said bluntly, before you smiled softly, "do you want to eat together?" You asked, completely innocently.

His mind went blank for a moment, he was completely unprepared when you asked that.

It's not that he didn't want to eat with you, of course he did, but his mind had already convinced him that it wasn't possible.

He was tempted to immediately say "No," but of course he couldn't say that to you.

"Oh, well, sure," he answered, in a somewhat calm tone.

Until the feeling of paper in his hands made him remember.

"Uhm, I was actually thinking about eating here, I have to finish reviewing this," he said, raising up the papers he had in his hands.

The papers he had in his hands were a test for a different student.

He actually had to finish that, and actually had to eat something, as he was also hungry from having spent almost three hours reviewing papers.

But this time it wasn't an absolute obligation, it was optional.

He looked at your face again, seeing the soft smile of yours, and he might have changed his mind.

But before he can say anything, you interrupted him.

"Oh, I understand absolutely, no problem," you said, as you got up from the couch calmly.

The disappointment was almost obvious on his face when you said those words.

He, at that moment, wished he had something more compelling to say, something better, but he had nothing.

He was both incredibly disappointed and glad that you understood, it was a weird feeling inside him, a strange feeling of disappointment that you accepted his excuse, that you were going to leave.

He watched as you stood up from the couch calmly.

"Thank you," he said.

[…]

You came very carefully through the door of the teacher's room, holding a tray with food with your hands.

You were not surprised to see the empty room, as most professors were also eating in the respective university cafeteria.

Even being careful, you headed to the big table, where Ratio was there.

You smiled for yourself when you saw it with a frown, he looked focused. Sitting there, reviewing the papers of the students.

His eyes were fixed on the papers and he was somewhat concentrated.

He was not thinking about anything in particular. He was only focused on the papers.

Until, you, entering through the door of the room, made him lose his concentration for a second.

His eyes moving to your figure, with that tray in your hands.

For a moment, he didn't know how to react, but he quickly regained his composure.

"You came back?" He said, as he slowly lowered the paper he had in his hand.

"Who would have guessed," you said as you smiled at him.

"I told you I was going to eat with you," you said, as you moved carefully to the table.

He stared at how you walked towards him, your body moving carefully, until you arrived at your destination.

He could easily understand that you didn't want to drop the tray.

His eyes moved, from your body to the tray with the food.

You placed it on the table without making much noise, as your eyes looked back to his face.

"I brought you lunch," you said with a soft smile.

A somewhat strange feeling of happiness appeared in his chest.

He felt that he was staring at you for too long, so he just looked at the tray of food that was in front of him, instead of looking like an imbecile.

That you had come back to eat lunch with him.

He tried to shake that feeling from his head.

He placed the papers on the table, one by one, one on top of the other, before giving you his full attention.

"Oh? How kind of you," he said, his voice, despite it's usual cold and somewhat rude tone, having a hint of genuineness.

He looked at the meal you had placed in front of him.

It was not bad, you had brought him a sandwich, some fruits, a piece of cake and water.

You smiled at his words and how he looked at the food.

"I didn't know what you liked," you said, before you sat down in the chair next to him.

"No, no, this is fine," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice, and he hoped that you didn't notice.

"I like almost anything, I'm not picky," he reassured, as he picked up a slice of the sandwich with his fingers.

False.

He was certainly demanding with his food.

He lied to you for good reason.

You smiled as you heard him say he wasn't picky.

You knew that was very false, at least you had heard his rants of how he was usually not satisfied with the food in the cafeteria, or the rest of the things he said about his taste.

You saw him take a bite of the sandwich, and you smiled again, seeing him eat the food you had brought him.

Then you took your phone out of your coat pocket and began searching for… something, in it. He was grateful that you hadn't noticed that he had lied to you.

He thought that he had a good reason to lie, not to sound like a snob, even more if you had brought him this lunch that you had bothered to bring.

Noticing that you were fiddling with your phone, he looked at you.

He couldn't help but wonder what you were doing, but he obviously did not want to be rude and pry.

So he just sat there, slowly eating, watching you glance at your phone.

You of course had noticed his gaze out of the corner of your eye.

"I was telling Mrs. Lia that she didn't need to keep a seat next to her," you said, as you finished writing on the phone, in a soft voice.

The way you noticed his behavior and expressions and how you responded to him, it seemed like if you were treating him like your students.

He felt somewhat nervous after you spoke.

Of course he had noticed the way your body moved in the chair when you spoke to him, he had noticed the slight change in your voice, the way you had caught him looking at you, and had responded to him like you had done that morning.

He let out a small scoff to try to hide that he was embarrassed.

"You didn't have to, really," he replied in a somewhat casual way, while he finished eating the sandwich you had brought.

He took a sip of his water, to wash off the taste of the sandwich in his mouth.

On your side, you had also grabbed an extra fruit bowl that you placed on the tray, for yourself.

"Eh, it was no problem," you replied, with the slight smile that you always seemed to have.

Your face was pleasant to look at, it was not difficult to see that your soft features combined with each other wonderfully.

You were, however, blissfully unaware of the fact that you had a somewhat oblivious effect on him. And also, blissfully unaware that he was staring at your face every time you were too distracted looking at the screen of your phone to notice, or any other time.

You put your phone down to concentrate fully on your food.

"So, how's it going with grading…?" you asked, trying to start a conversation with him. He suddenly almost choked on his water after hearing your question.

He put the glass down on the table before he was able to control himself.

Once he was finished coughing, he spoke.

"Very… good," he said, in a somewhat forced way.

He had not expected you to initiate a conversation with him, he was not really prepared to answer that question.

He looked down at the table, trying to avoid the intense gaze of your eyes that looked at him with a slightly smile.

You saw him almost choke when you asked him the question.

You laughed a little when he was coughing, but you also had a hint of concern on your face, so you leaned forward.

"Careful with the water, Mr. Ratio," you said, before moving back when you saw that he was okay.

"Surely they're going well?" You dared to ask, considering his reaction.

It was quite evident that he was not used to being the target of this type of concern.

When you leaned forward, a slight feeling of surprise appeared on his face, he was not used to being cared for, it was always the other way around.

Once after you finish clearing your throat, I let out a slight sigh.

"No, it was horrible for everyone," he said.

It was Friday, and Ratio's class was taking a test.

He sat in his chair, waiting for his students to finish.

As far as he remembered, there were about fifteen minutes left before the period was over.

The silence was quite deafening from the class, he could not hear anything other than slight murmurs and whispers, pens writing, and the occasional cough.

He could see the students moving with concentration at their desks, probably trying to finish the test within those fifteen minutes.

A few of students had already finished.

He was watching quietly how the students were struggling to answer the remaining questions with the time they had left.

A few seemed desperate, some seemed confident, and of course, there were some of them who had already given up.

He watched his students quietly and carefully.

His gaze moved carefully from one of the students to another, watching them write, some quickly, and others, slowly.

It was clear that some of them had already finished, and they just looked around, bored, waiting for the test time to end.

He saw how some students were desperately trying to answer the remaining ones, they only had around 10 minutes left.

"Five minutes left," he announced loudly, in a cold, yet firm voice.

The sound of the pens writing on the sheets increased.

In his mind he could not help but cross a thought that was not expected at all. You.

What would you be doing with your students now? It was an intrusive thought.

After all, he shouldn't be thinking about you at a time like that.

And yet, he was.

His mind couldn't help thinking about you, even if he was busy watching over his students.

He wondered what you would be doing at that moment, how you would be handling the test situation.

He imagined that you would be sitting at your desk, quietly, watching your students finish the test.

Or if you would be walking around the classroom, just watching and… giving your students a smile of encouragement, if they needed it.

He could imagine that very clearly.

He let out a silent sigh, when he finally came back from his thoughts.

Time ended, giving notice to their students, who were gradually approaching his desk to leave the tests there. Students approached him one by one to give him their tests.

He took the test, and looked at them one by one.

Some looked decent enough, and some didn't, but of course, he just gave them his usual cold look, and placed the test on the desk.

Some of the students tried to talk to him, he of course, just answered in monosyllables.

He could not help but remember again.

Now he wondered what you would be doing, after that your students had finished the test.

He really should not be thinking about you at that time.

"Yeah, of all the teachers, with them he gets along better,"

"Do you think they have anything?"

"Aw man, I hope so,"

"What? you're crazy? They shouldn't be with a bitter like him,"

"Do you talk about the professor Ratio and the professor Y/n?"

"Yep, on how they would make the perfect…"

What.

What was it that he was listening to?

How it was possible for their own students to talk about those things.

He could not believe what he was listening.

The words that one of the students said made him stay still, just listening to their whispered conversation.

He should have said something, but he just stayed there, trying to process what he had heard.

Of course, what else could he have expected? They were talking about two adults like if they were discussing a romance novel.

And those two adults were, coincidentally, him and you.

There it was again, the thought of… you.

He knew that his students sometimes joked about nonsense, but he thought that what they were saying was on another level.

He sat down in his chair after putting down the papers the last students had given him.

There he was, sitting there, with what his students had just said.

He knew very well that he shouldn't give it too much importance. After all, it was just the stupidity of their students.

…

…

And yet, he could not help but think about it.

The thoughts started to manifest in his brain, and he could not do anything to expel them from there.

[…]

You left the room in a hurry, you were leaving late and all to help one of your colleagues take several piles of exams to the teacher's room.

Almost as a regrettable thing, the sound of rain echoed in the almost empty corridors of the university.

You frowned a little, begging for umbrellas in the place where they always had.

But by the time you arrived and had in your hand one, some students, two to be exact, they couldn't grab an umbrella.

Those two students were in a hurry because of the rain. They had gone to retrieve their umbrella, but to their bad luck, there was not one.

Before they could complain and despair about the situation, you saw them and kindly stopped them.

"You need an umbrella, don't you?"

They looked at you, nodding softly with sadness, and perhaps a little shame.

You smiled slightly.

"Oh don't worry about it," you said, as you handed them the umbrella. "You can use mine,"

The students looked at you with surprise, but also with gratitude.

They were surprised by the gesture you had had.

"But… Professor Y/n, aren't you going to use the umbrella?"

One of them asked you, still looking puzzled and confused.

You smiled again.

"Don't worry, I'll be just fine," you replied, in a reassuring tone.

Although, for a brief moment, one of the students made a comment that caught your attention.

"I guess you are not gonna use the umbrella, because you know…"

What?

You looked at the student puzzled, for that comment.

That comment caught you off guard.

"How come?" you asked, feeling even more perplexed.

The student looked at you hesitantly, as if they weren't sure how to respond, and then they spoke.

"Well… we have heard that… well…"

They stumbled over their words, clearly feeling a bit awkward.

What?

What had they heard this time? you asked yourself. You watched the students hesitate before speaking.

There was something that seemed very strange about their behavior.

It was as if they were reluctant to tell you something, and even that they were quite embarrassed by it.

You tried to hide that you were nervous, and gave them a reassuring smile.

"What have you heard, exactly?" you asked, trying not to sound too worried.

The students exchanged a quick glance before speaking.

"Well… some of us have heard that you and Professor Ratio…"

One of them spoke.

"That the two of you…"

The other continued.

"That you and him…"

They trailed off, clearly hesitant to speak the words fully.

You could feel your heart beating faster, wondering if they were going to say what you fear they would.

But, in this case, you wouldn't let them continue to talk about that issue.

"I already get a sense of what you're trying to tell me, guys, don't believe everything you hear. Come on, go home now," you said, in a soft but almost scolding tone.

The students looked at you, a little surprised by your response.

It was almost as if they had expected a different reaction from you, but instead, you were brushing off the rumors that they had heard.

They looked at you with puzzled expressions, but before they could say anything further, you spoke again.

"Go on, go home," you said, a bit sternly. "Or you'll get soaked in the rain."

The students then nodded reluctantly. "Yes, okay, sorry, Professor Y/n," they said, before they began to leave.

It was clear that they were a bit bummed that they had ruined their opportunity to gossip with you.

But, you were grateful for that.

As you watched them go, you couldn't help but shake your head. The students were notorious for their gossiping, and it seemed that this time, their target had been you and Ratio.

You wondered what kind of rumors they had heard this time. You shook your head slightly again, trying to push those thoughts away for now.

Now there was another thing that you had to worry about: the rain.

You glanced around, looking for a place where you could shelter.

As you looked around, you realized that there was not a single person left in the halls, probably everyone had already left due to the sudden rain.

You were in an isolated part of the university, and the rain was pouring down hard, almost as if it was taunting you. With a sigh, you started walking towards your home.

You just hadn't brought your car, because in the morning it was a sunny and pleasant day.

But, as you walked, you saw a familiar figure walking in the distance.

Wait. Were you seeing correctly? Was it… Ratio?

You squinted your eyes, trying to make sure it was him.

And sure enough, as the figure moved closer, you could see the distinct outline of Ratio's frame.

What was he still doing here at this hour? you thought. You watched as Ratio walked, seemingly deep in thought.

You were mentally grateful to see that he had an umbrella in his hands.

Anyway, you'd wait for him to get to the entrance of the building to ask him. Because he didn't even seem to have noticed you were there.

Which was fake, he obviously had seen you, he was just doing the one he hadn't seen you.

Ratio had felt your presence, even though he wasn't close to you. He knew that you were there, but he tried to keep his expression neutral, as if he hadn't seen you, as if he was engrossed in his own thoughts.

But, of course, that was just an act, he was quite aware of your being there.

As he continued to walk, he could feel your gaze on him.

He wondered why you were still there at that time, and why you hadn't brought an umbrella with you.

"Oh, Mr. Ratio," You once said that he came near you.

He heard you call out to him, and he tried to look nonchalant, as if he had just now noticed you were there.

He turned in your direction and looked at you with his usual stern expression.

"Oh, Professor Y/n," he said in his usual tone. "What are you still doing here? It's almost night, and it's pouring outside."

"I was just about to ask you the same question." You responded.

Ratio let out a low sigh, before looking away.

"I was just taking care of some paperwork that I'm behind on," he said.

He was lying, and you both knew it.

The truth was that he had stayed behind thinking about… well, you.

You knew that his answer was not entirely true.

He was obviously lying to you, and you wondered why he would do that.

But, Ratio was not going to confess that he had stayed because he had not been able to stop thinking about you.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before he spoke again.

"You don't have an umbrella, I suppose," he said, looking out at the rain.

"Ah…" you let go, as you scratched your cheek. "I gave it to some students who didn't have one," you said, somewhat embarrassed to have done that instead of thinking about yourself.

Ratio let out another low sigh, shaking his head slightly.

He wasn't surprised that you had given your umbrella to some students, it was in your usual nature to be kind and helpful to others.

But, he also felt annoyed that you had left yourself defenseless against the pouring rain.

"You always put others first before yourself," he said, almost in a scolding tone.

You managed to let out a soft laugh.

You were going to ask him to share his umbrella, but he interrupted you.

"Don't even ask me to share my umbrella," he said, knowing what you were going to say.

Instantly your face decayed a little bit.

"But it's pouring outside," you retorted.

Ratio gave you a look, as if to say: don't think you were not going to receive a scolding.

"Just because you were foolish enough not to bring an umbrella for yourself, doesn't mean that I should share mine with you," he said his expression stern.

You let out a small sigh, knowing that he was right.

It was your own fault for not bringing an umbrella, and you shouldn't expect him to share his.

"Well, you have a point," you said, surrendering.

Ratio was pleased to hear you admit that he was right.

He knew that he was being a little tough on you, but he couldn't help it. He just didn't like seeing you in uncomfortable or annoying situations.

You stopped looking in his direction, to see how the rain soaked the ground.

Well, if he wouldn't let you share his umbrella, you'd stay a while longer here to wait for the rain to calm down a little.

After all, you weren't in a hurry. Ratio watched you look at the rain, and he knew what you were thinking.

He was not going to say it, but he didn't like that idea.

"You're going to stay here?" he asked you.

You looked at him and gave him a soft nod, as if to say: "yes."

Ratio let out another frustrated sigh.

He couldn't believe that you would rather stay in the cold and wet than go home.

"You realize that waiting here won't do any good, right?" he said, trying to make you see the absurdity of it all.

But hey, what other option did you have?

...

"Just come here," he grumbled, gesturing to you to get under his umbrella.

You were taken aback by Ratio's unexpected order.

He was actually offering to let you share his umbrella?

You looked at him, not sure if you had heard correctly, but Ratio's expression was a clear indication that he had said what you thought he had said.

Slowly, you took a few steps towards him, moving under the umbrella he was holding. He held the umbrella over you, making sure you were completely covered from the rain.

Ratio could feel the heat coming from your body now that you were close to him.

It was strange, having you so close to him. He wasn't used to being so physically close to another person, and having someone else occupying his personal space was something that usually bothered him.

But, for some reason, having you so close didn't bother him as much as he expected.

However, one common thought grabs both of you.

'Wouldn't this generate more rumors?'

Oh, but there was no one on campus to see you anymore.

Okay, you don't really know how it happened, but it happened.

After that afternoon almost night, you ended up going home with him almost every day.

It was strange if you started thinking about it a lot, but it started to be comforting. It had been days since that rainy day.

You had found a routine in which you and Ratio would go home together after their classes had ended.

The first few days, it was a little uncomfortable, given the natural stiffness of Ratio, but over time you had both gotten used to it.

You were walking next to him, or even in his car, with a comfortable silence filled the air.

It was a little strange to think about it, but you got used to have Ratio by her side every day.

You were beginning to appreciate him, perhaps even too much.

~Maybe too much to consider him just one more coworker.~

As you walked or rode in the car in comfortable silence, you couldn't help but steal glances at Ratio.

You had grown used to constantly being around him, so you had come to appreciate his quirks.

For example, the way he walked, as if he was constantly trying to maintain proper etiquette.

Or the way he always held his chin slightly higher than normal.

Or the way his hair always seemed to be so well-groomed.

Wait.

...

...

...

Why were you even noticing those details?

Don't be weird.

"Well guys, 15 minutes off, remember to stay silent," you said, as you sat at your desk, watching your students talk to each other.

The students acknowledged your words and began to chat amiably.

It was during these 15 minutes that you usually did some paperwork, or simply looked out the window, waiting for the break to end and resume the classes.

But, today you felt different.

Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ratio cross the door frame that separated your classroom from his.

He looked at you for a brief moment, as if waiting for you to notice.

You got up from your desk for a moment, taking advantage of the fact that your students were at their break.

"Yes, Mr. Ratio? Does something happen?" You asked with your typical softness in your tone.

Ratio stopped in front of the doorway, looking at you with a passive expression.

He cleared his throat softly before speaking.

"The principal is waiting for you in his office. He says he needs help on some of your students' documents."

That caught your attention quickly, if it was that, you'd definitely have to go now.

"Ah…but," you said, looking back, where your class was, talking to each other in a low voice.

Ratio observed the way you turned your back and saw your class, noticing the slight concern on your face.

"Don't worry," he intervened. "I can supervise the rest of your class for a few minutes," he said, his demeanor as serious as always.

Your eyes widened a little bit.

The idea of having Ratio in charge of your class was…strange, to say the least.

But it was better to leave them unsupervised.

You nodded, like thanking him, before you spoke out loud to your students. "Guys, listen to Professor Ratio, I'm coming back in a moment,"

The students let out small murmurs of acknowledgment, looking at where Ratio was standing.

They were a little surprised by the situation too, it was the first time that they were going to hear Ratio's class.

You let out a tiny chuckle, before walking to the door where Ratio was.

"Well, I'll be back in a few," you gently said, as you walked past Ratio, and he also moved to the side to allow you to pass.

"Take your time," he said softly before you left the classroom.

Ratio watched you go, closing the door once you were outside.

He stood in front of the class for a few moments, looking around at the students.

They all stared back at him with expressions of curiosity and a little bit of concern.

He was not exactly one of the most "beloved" teachers on campus for his attitude, and it was not surprising that his students feared him a little.

"You may continue your conversation," Ratio said stoically, taking a seat in your desk.

The students listened to his words and nodded before resuming their conversation.

However, they continued to watch him out of the corner of their eyes, trying not to annoy him.

Ratio let out a subtle sigh, before he took a look at the documents you had left scattered on your desk.

He moved a few papers, and his eyes landed on some student grades.

Oh… You were quite generous with those grades, he thought.

The walk was quite short, but you managed to think a little bit about why the principal of the university had asked for your presence.

After a few minutes, you finally reached the principal's office and knocked on the door.

A moment, his tone of voice was soft?

[…]

When you came back to your classroom, you let out a sigh, feeling more relaxed at last. you felt like you spent hours reading the same document over and over again.

But what you expected to hear; whispers and mild laughter, was the opposite once you took a step inside the classroom.

Pure silence.

Your students looked tense and when you noticed, the blackboard had physics theory.

You were speechless.

Of course, you knew that your students were a little afraid of Ratio and would do pretty much anything he asked, but you didn't expect that.

He look somewhat exasperated sitting at your desk, watching your students struggle to understand and solve basic physics exercises.

How was it possible that in less than a few minutes Ratio was lecturing physics?

"Ah, Mr. Ratio," You said, approaching him.

Ratio looked up from the papers in his hands as he heard you speak.

"Ah, you're back," he said.

"How did things with the principal go?" He added on.

You stopped by the desk, looking at him for a moment before looking at your students.

You found them trying to concentrate on his physics theory.

"How did this even happened?" You asked looking back at Ratio.

The students in the class were carefully watching the conversation between you and him, still somewhat nervous that his strict demeanor would pop out again at any moment.

However, they were surprised to see how casually you and Ratio talked.

Ratio noticed your surprise at the sight of the class focused on his Physics lesson.

"Well, I had two options," Ratio said. "One, stand there looking at them, or two, give them a Physics class."

"And it seems obvious that I chose the second one."

He didn't take his eyes off you, observing your expression as you looked at the students and back at him.

You felt somewhat worried about the tension caused in your students, but, this is a good anecdote.

You sighed, while you're smiling. You'd rather take it with a joke or calm before you get upset.

He got up from your desk, before he went to the door, where you too went.

"Thank you for taking care of them," you said, putting a hand on his shoulder somewhat confident but soft.

Before you go back to your desk and tell your students that they no longer needed to try to make sure by solving the blackboard thing.

Ratio felt a small shudder as soon as you put your hand on his shoulder. He didn't expect that simple gesture, but he didn't dislike it either.

He nodded in response to your thanks, before he went back to the teachers room.

He took a seat at his desk and went back to his paperwork.

But his mind wasn't completely focused on the papers in front of him.

He couldn't help but recall the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

It was… strange.

Your students had asked you if you got along with Ratio, among other questions, since you always talked like this with them.

It was a shameful thing for you, but you clarified that it was just your coworker.

This time, you hadn't been able to fall asleep, especially since you stayed late correcting exams.

In the teacher's room, you collapsed at the table, lying in your arms, to try to rest a little until your next class.

Ratio observed you from his desk.

He knew you had stayed late correcting papers, and you were obviously tired.

He took a look at the clock on the wall. Almost time for your next class, and you looked about to fall asleep on the table.

Ratio let out a soft sigh before getting up from his desk and walking towards you.

He stood next to you, looking down at you.

"Don't fall asleep here," he stated in a firm but soft tone.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes when you heard Ratio speak.

You stared at him, bleary-eyed, a bit disoriented, but then you remembered why you were lying there.

You let out a soft sigh, and sat up from your previous position.

"I wasn't going to," you said, rubbing your eyes.

You looked at the clock on the wall and groaned. Class would start in about 10 minutes.

Ratio crossed his arms, looking at you closely as you sat up.

"Sure you weren't," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "It doesn't look like you got any rest."

He could see the bags under your eyes and the look of exhaustion on your face.

You remained silent, your eyes closed, without answering him. You were falling asleep again.

Ratio's expression softened a bit. You were really tired.

He leaned his hip against the table, before lightly tapping your head with his hand.

"Hey, stay awake," he said, gently tapping on your forehead.

You were almost asleep when Ratio tapped your head.

You quickly opened your eyes and looked up at him.

"I'm awake," you said, rubbing your eyes again. Ratio let out a small huff, seeing that you were still slightly dozy.

He decided he needed to do something to keep you awake.

He reached out his hand and lightly pinched your cheek, pulling it gently.

You felt a mixture of surprise and irritation as Ratio pinched your cheek.

"Hey-!" you exclaimed, swatting his hand away from your face.

"Don't do that," you grumbled, rubbing your cheek.

Ratio smirked, watching you become a little more awake.

Well, at least he can wake you up a little bit more.

After that, you went to give your class, which fortunately was only 1 hour.

When you finished class, you left, and oh, you were still too sleepy.

You walked quietly through the corridors of the university, which were still passed by more students.

Until you get to the exit, where you were walking to the parking lot.

You stood next to a car, waiting for Ratio to arrive, because, as you used to do, he would take you home.

You stayed there, holding the strips of your bag with one hand, while with the other you tried to keep your eyes open after rubbing them.

Ratio walked out of the university, noticing your figure standing next to the car.

As he approached, he observed how your eyelids were half-closed and you were struggling to stay awake.

He let out a soft sigh as he approached, not saying a word.

Once he was in front of you, he stood still for a moment before speaking. "You look worse than earlier."

That made you laugh a little bit.

You instantly recognized his voice and forced yourself to open your eyes at that moment to see him.

Without waiting for him, you felt his hand take yours, before gently pulling yourself to walk.

You frowned a little bit, where was he taking you? if his car was next to you.

Almost as if he knew what you were thinking, he spoke.

"That's not my car, mine is here,"

Your frown faded as he spoke.

You were a bit slow to understand things at the moment given your tiredness, so it took a few seconds to register his words.

"Ah..." you mumbled quietly under your breath, following him blindly.

But it made you laugh anyway to have made a car mistake.

He never took his eyes off you, he was making sure you didn't end up in a wall or something.

He didn't say anything, just kept walking, and you following him.

When you reached the car, he quickly opened the passenger door and helped you into the car.

Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you before going around to get into the driver's seat.

You sat in the passenger seat, finally resting on a comfortable surface.

You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing the feeling of the seat beneath you.

You heard the sound of the driver's door closing, and soon Ratio started the car.

He started to drive, and the hum of the engine and the quiet music playing from the radio were the only sounds in the car.

Ratio occasionally glanced at you through the corner of his eye, watching as you tried to fight against the tiredness that threatened to overtake you.

He could see how your eyelids were heavy and how you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"You can sleep for a bit," he said, his voice soft. "I'll wake you when we arrive."

You heard Ratio's voice, and opened your eyes a little, looking in his direction.

You considered what he said for a moment, but then closed your eyes again.

You let out a subtle breath, realizing that perhaps sleep was not a bad idea.

"Alright," you muttered. "Just… wake me up, please."

"I will," he reassured you. "Don't worry."

The car continued on its way, the hum of the engine and the quiet music lulling you into a drowsy state.

The passing scenery outside the window slowly began to blur together, as you gradually fell asleep.

[…]

You opened your eyes somewhat startled.

The first thing you saw was that you were still in Ratio's car and on top of it you had something that looked like his clothes.

Aeons, how much time had passed? As you tried to sit up, you realized that Ratio's vest had been placed over you like a makeshift blanket.

Looking out the window, it seemed that the car had parked in your driveway.

You turned to look at Ratio, who in that moment seemed to be reading something. Ratio looked up as soon you turned to look at him.

He didn't say anything, just looked at you with a blank expression.

"You drooled on it." He said as he pointed to the vest. You let out a small chuckle, noticing the wet spot on the vest he was pointing at.

"Sorry," you said, trying to rub the drool off the fabric. "I'm going to wash it."

Ratio shook his head, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

He closed the book he was reading and put it on the dashboard.

"It's not like it's the first time it's happened."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, a bit intrigued by what he meant.

"What do you mean, it's not the first time?" You asked. "Someone else drooling in your clothes?"

Your face was pure, literally, like a sign of interrogation. 'I screwed up.' was the first thought on Ratio's head.

"No, maybe, yes, no,"

"Huh?" You let go, not understanding what he said.

So, yes or no?

He looked at you for a moment, watching you trying to wrap your head around his previous answer.

"No, it's never happened before," he clarified.

"I meant that this is not the first time it has gotten dirty." He dded. Just in case.

Your mouth opened in the form of an 'o', now understanding its words.

"Ohh," You said, nodding.

"Right‐, you didn't wake me up, how long has it been since we arrived?" You asked, something worried.

Ratio checked the time on his phone, which was on the dashboard.

"About two hours," he replied, before locking the phone and turning his attention back to you.

Your eyes widened slightly in shock when you heard Ratio's answer.

"Two hours?" You repeated, feeling a pang of guilt for sleeping for that amount of time.

Ratio nodded in response to your question.

"Yes," he said. "You were really tired."

"Oh, aeons, I'm so sorry," you said quickly.

You felt sorry, as he spent two hours waiting for you to wake up.

Ratio shook his head, waving off your apology.

"It's fine," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You needed the sleep."

He paused for a moment, his gaze studying you closely.

And as he looked at you, you took out your phone, watching how late it was already.

Even though he told you he was okay, you still feel the shame.

"Your house is far from mine," you muttered as you calculated the time with your fingers, according to the time you saw on your phone.

"You can stay at my house until tomorrow," you said without much thought, "you're probably tired too," you added.

Ratio was surprised by your invitation. He hadn't expected you to offer him a place to stay.

He considered your offer for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "I don't want to impose."

"I'm definitely sure,"

He hadn't expected you to invite him over, but the thought didn't seem unpleasant to him.

"Alright," he said after a moment of consideration. "If that's alright with you."

[…]

Ratio took a deep breath, trying to ignore the slight flutter in his chest.

He had never stayed at your house before, but the thought of spending even just a night there didn't seem to bother him.

"Uhm," you let go, something insecure to say.

"You can sleep in my room," you said, as you brought blankets to the couch and a pillow.

Ratio watched as you brought blankets and a pillow over to the couch.

He paused for a moment before speaking, his voice soft.

"Are you sure you're not going to be uncomfortable?"

He said, when he saw that you made a makeshift bed on the couch, where he assumed you were going to sleep.

"Of course," you said, with a small smile.

"It's fine, I'm not that uncomfortable," you added, waving off Ratio's concern.

"But… are you sure you're okay with it?" He hesitated for a moment, before adding, "You'll be sleeping alone on the sofa while I have your bed?"

"Yup," you said, finishing fixing the makeshift bed.

Ratio had to admit that the idea of sleeping on the couch made him uneasy.

Although the couch was comfortable, it wasn't built for sleeping comfortably.

Without saying a word, he walked over to you and gently took the blankets from your hand.

"You're sleeping in the bed," he said, his tone firm.

You opened your mouth to protest, shocked by Ratio's adamant demand that you sleep in your own bed.

But Ratio was unshakeable.

"I'm not going to let you sleep on that couch," he said firmly. "It's uncomfortable."

"But…"

Ratio stood in front of you, holding the blankets in his hands. He was determined and unyielding in his decision.

"You'll be sleeping on the bed, and that's final."

You raised an eyebrow at his uncompromising tone, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement. It was a bit out of character for Ratio to get this adamant about something.

"You'll be uncomfortable." you protested weakly.

"You shouldn't worry about it, go to sleep," he said, placing the blankets he had in his hands back on the couch.

You let out a sigh and went to your room, muttering a silent 'good night'.

And, as Ratio sat on the couch so you could lie down, you left your room.

[...]

"We'll both sleep on the couch," you said, firmly, and sitting next to Ratio.

You didn't think it was fair that you slept in your bed. Ratio was taken aback as you sat down next to him on the couch.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes widening in surprise. "Are you serious?"

He couldn't believe that you were willing to give up your own bed.

"This is ridiculous," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "You're the one who needs sleep the most."

"And so did you." you said more calmly, settling on the couch, that fortunately it was big enough for both of you. Maybe you and he got too attached to each other.

Because now it didn't consist of being together when you came home, but even staying to sleep in each other's house.

Sometimes in your house and sometimes in his.

At first you two went from being only on the couch, to the point of confidence where you could sleep together in the same bed.

Of course, you never crossed limits, just some conversation and maybe embarrassed looks and that.

You couldn't believe you even took his hand when you slept.

It was sudden, but very pleasant.

The feelings involved were too obvious. But not a single word was ever said about it.

It had become a routine now, almost like a habit.

Whether it was your house or his, you would find yourselves in the same bed. There was a sense of comfort and familiarity in each other's presence.

The touch of his hand in yours, the way you both held onto each other's hands in your sleep—it spoke volumes without either of you uttering a word about it.

Despite the obvious presence of feelings between you, neither of you dared to express them aloud.

It was a strange and complicated situation. Both of you were aware of the feelings that were blooming between you, but neither of you had the courage to say anything about it.

The touches, the looks, the way you slept in each other's arms—all of these were like a silent language, a silent understanding between two people who were too afraid to speak.

The silence in the darkness seemed almost deafening.

The only sound breaking the quiet was your soft breathing and Ratio's steady heartbeat.

In the dim light, you watched his profile: the slope of his brow, the sharp angle of his nose, the firm line of his mouth. Even in sleep, Ratio's features held that aura of intelligence and aloofness.

Your eyes traced the shape of his lips, a thought lingering in your mind: what would it feel like to press your own against them?

Your heart raced as the thought crossed your mind. The image of pressing your lips to Ratio's, the sweetness and tenderness of the gesture, both excited and terrified you.

You felt your cheeks grow hotter and your breath quicken slightly.

'What am I thinking?' you scolded yourself silently, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued.

After a few more turns in bed, you managed to fall asleep.

[…]

The light coming in through the window of your room made you move a little in bed, letting out a slight whimper for waking you up.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the familiar surroundings of your bedroom. The morning sun poured in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything.

As you moved slightly in bed, you felt a weight against your back and something around your waist.

Suddenly, the realization hit you: you were not alone.

Ratio was there, his body pressed against yours, his arm around you like a protective barrier.

You lay still for a moment, processing the sensation of Ratio's body against yours.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his breathing slow and even. His arm was tight around your waist, as if he was holding onto you even in his sleep.

A strange mix of emotions swirled within you: surprise, contentment, tinges of joy, and a hint of confusion.

'How did we end up so close?' you wondered, feeling Ratio's breath against the back of your neck.

You moved as you could, coming face to face with him.

You were still sleepy, your eyes were still getting used to daylight.

The sight of Ratio's profile, up close and bathed in the morning light, was almost too much for your still-drowsy mind to handle.

His features, so often set in a stern expression, were relaxed and peaceful.

But before you could continue to admire his face, he frowned a little, also feeling the light that fell on his face after you had moved.

Ratio began to stir in his sleep, his arm around your waist tightening for a moment before he slowly opened his eyes.

He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the morning light, before he focused on you.

Ratio found himself face to face with you, their bodies tangled together and closer than usual.

He could tell that you were still half-asleep too, your eyes slightly glazed and your body drowsy.

For a moment, he simply watched you, his gaze lingering on your face. It was a sight he had grown accustomed to over time. But there was something about this moment, with the soft sunlight bathing your features, that felt almost intimate.

And, as if it were his way of saying 'good morning', he came to your face a little bit closer and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

The surprise of Ratio's unexpected gesture left you momentarily stunned.

It was a soft, brief kiss, but it left a warm and tingling feeling on your lips. You couldn’t help but stare at him dumbfounded, your mind still trying to grasp the early morning.

You felt your heart race in your chest, but you couldn't move or even think about reciprocating.

As Ratio pulled away from the kiss, he looked into your eyes. His gaze was softer than usual, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence was only broken by the sound of your mingled breaths.

You looked back at Ratio, unsure of how to react. You couldn't tell if he did it without thinking because after all, he had just woken up.

But the fact was that he kissed you. Ratio broke the silence first, his voice low and deep.

"Good morning," he said, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the kiss still lingering on your lips.

"Um," you muttered, not quite sure what to say. "Good morning…"

He stayed silent for a moment, his arm still around your waist.

There was a palpable tension in the air, a silent communication between you. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the unexpected kiss, had transformed the usual early morning quiet into something almost electric.

You managed to stick your head to his chest, almost as if you wanted to hide your face.

And as you did, you let out a soft laugh.

You were grateful for what was going on in your life. Ratio heard your soft laugh, the sound slightly muffled by his chest. He felt your body relax against his, and a strange feeling of relief and warmth washed over him.

He could feel the heat coming off your face as you tried to hide it against his chest.

After a few moments of silence, Ratio spoke again, his voice soft but firm.

"I can't see your expression like that."

You felt his hand began to slide up and down your back in a slow, soothing motion. The gesture was both comforting and intimate, his hand warm against your skin.

It was as if Ratio was silently acknowledging the change in atmosphere, the strange but pleasant electricity in the air.

"I know," you said quietly.

Ratio's hand continued its slow, soothing path up and down your back, the contact warm and gentle.

You could feel his breath against your hair, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled.

There was something soothing and intimate about being so close to him, about feeling his body against yours.

Ratio, on the other hand, was also silently relishing this moment of closeness.

He had woken up to find himself tangled with you, and the kiss had been completely unexpected.

But he didn't regret it.

[…]

You walked with a smile on your face, which despite being something characteristic on your face, this time it was for one more reason.

Him.

Oh, aeons, you really liked that man.

Maybe it's time for you to tell him your feelings, even though they're obvious.

You gave your first two classes of the day with much better attitude than other days, and of course, your students were more than happy about it.

Ratio, for his part, also noticed that you were more radiant than usual.

The usual kindness and patience you always put into your classes were heightened today, and your warm aura seemed to touch everyone.

Even his most rowdy and reluctant students were unusually attentive and behaved during his class.

There was a sense of peace and tranquility surrounding you, and it clearly had a positive effect on everyone around you.

Throughout the day, Ratio found himself stealing glances at you everytime he could, the memory of the morning fresh in his mind.

The students in your classes today couldn't help but notice the change in your demeanor. You were more energetic, more animated, and more engaged than usual.

Word was quickly spreading that you seemed happier than usual.

By lunchtime, many of your fellow colleagues had come up to ask you about your mood.

"You seem strangely more happy today," a colleague commented during lunch.

"Something good happened?"

"A secret lover, perhaps?"

You could not hide the small, almost embarrassed smile that formed on your lips as your colleagues teased you.

Their comments weren't far from the truth, after all.

"Maybe," you replied, trying to brush off their suggestions with a casual laugh.

But deep down, you knew the real reason behind your elevated mood.

Ratio. He was the reason.

After that, you just had to teach a class and you would end your working day, you were already looking forward to returning home with Ratio.

But strangely, just as you were going to start teaching the class to your students, a knock on the door rang out.

You curiously approached quickly, only to see Ratio there.

You instantly smiled, something you couldn't help.

However, your smile disappeared a little as you noticed the frown on his face and look somewhat tense.

Before you could ask him what was going on, he spoke first.

"The principal is waiting for us in his office,"

Your heart sank a little at Ratio's words. The principal summoning both of you could mean nothing good.

A thousand thoughts began to race through your mind. Had you done something wrong? Had there been a complaint about your classes?

You tried to remain calm as you spoke.

"Do you know what it's about?"

Ratio shook his head, his expression still tense. But as he gestured for you to follow, his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

You could see a flicker of concern in his gaze, a hint of the same emotions you were feeling.

"Guys, if you're going to talk, do it quietly," you said out loud, without your tone of voice faltering from the tension that grew inside you, before closing the door behind you.

The walk to the principal's office was filled with a tense silence. Ratio's face was unreadable, his usual stern expression giving away nothing.

You walked slightly behind him, trying to keep up with his long strides.

Despite the distance between you, you could almost feel the anxiety radiating off him. It was unlike him to be so visibly unnerved.

You could feel your heart beating faster with each step, your palms slightly sweaty.

As you reached the principal's office door, you felt Ratio's hand gently touch your elbow, a silent gesture to make you stop.

You turned to look at him, meeting his gaze.

For a moment, he stared at you, his eyes studying your face. It was as if he was trying to read something from your expressions.

Ratio's eyes seemed to linger on your face a little longer than necessary, but you couldn't tell if he was reading your concern or something else.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low.

"Whatever happens in there," he muttered, his gaze still firmly locked on yours. "Stay calm. Try not to say anything unnecessary. And—let me do most of the talking."

His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

You nodded, swallowing heavily. Ratio's words did little to ease your growing anxiety.

In this case, it only made it worse.

Ratio's words echoed in your mind as you watched him knock firmly on the principal's office door.

The silence that followed seemed almost deafening.

After a few moments, the principal's voice called out.

"Come in,"

Ratio pushed the door open, gesturing for you to go in first. You stepped into the office, your heart hammering in your chest.

The principal was sat behind his desk, a stack of papers in front of him.

His expression was serious, his eyes moving from Ratio to you.

With a brief greeting, the director told them to take a seat, even without changing their tone of voice or facial expression a little.

You sat down, your legs seeming to turn slightly numb.

Ratio took a seat beside you, his hand brushing against yours for a brief moment.

The principal looked at both of you, his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds, before finally speaking.

"I suppose you know why you're both here," the principal began. "I need to discuss a…delicate matter."

Your anxiety heightened even more.

Ratio, on the other hand, merely nodded, his face stoic.

The principal leaned back in his chair, studying you for a moment.

His expression was still stoic, but there was an edge to his gaze that you couldn't quite read.

"I'm going to cut to the chase," he began, shuffling through the papers on his desk. "There have been some concerns about… certain rumors about you two."

Your breath caught in your throat. Rumors? What rumors…

Oh, fuck.

The principal's words were like a punch to the gut.

Rumors.

You'd known the students have been speculating about the two of you for a while, but you hadn't realized it had gotten this far.

As the principal continued to speak, you could feel Ratio tensing beside you.

Your palms were sweaty, and it took all your will not to clench your fists too tightly.

"There have been reports," the principal said, "of… improper conduct between you two. Spending excessive time together, leaving and arriving at work together…"

The principal continued, his gaze shifting between you and Ratio.

"Apparently, there have been some… rumblings among the students and staff." He said, his voice stern. "Concerns about a… romantic… relationship between the two of you."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"I'm more than sure you both know about the code in this university about relationships between professors," he added again, intertwining his hands at the desk.

Your heart sank even further as the principal's words sunk in.

So it had gone that far. Rumours amongst the students and staff…

This wasn't good.

Your eyes flicked to Ratio, but he was still stonily silent. His face was impassive, but you could see the muscles in his jaw clenching.

"Of course," Ratio spoke up for the first time since being in the office. His voice was as level as usual, betraying nothing. "We are both aware of the rules in place."

The principal's words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Beside you, Ratio's body was taut, his expression still a blank mask.

The code was strict. Professors were forbidden to date each other—it was a rule that came with the job.

The principal's gaze rested on Ratio, his eyes sharp.

"Ratio," he said, "I've known you for a long time. You're an excellent professor, but—"

Ratio cut him off, his voice cold. "Excuse me, but what? You're going to lecture me about the code?"

The principal's expression didn't change a bit. "Yes," he said, "as your boss, it's my responsibility to remind you of the university's regulations."

Ratio's jaw tightened. "I'm well aware of the regulations," he said, his voice taking a more defiant tone. "But do you really think I would risk my career for… for something like a romance?"

Your mind was racing. The principal's words had struck a nerve, but Ratio's response was almost… defensive.

The principal, on the other hand, was unimpressed.

His gaze remained steady on Ratio. "I'm not questioning your professional integrity," he said, his tone unyielding.

"But I need to make sure that these rumors are… unfounded."

Ratio's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "These rumors are absolutely unfounded," he replied, his voice sharp as a blade. "Our relationship is… strictly… professional."

Your heart ached. Strictly… professional?

He saw the director leaning on his chair, before letting out an audible sigh.

"As the authority of this university, I dare ask both of you. Are you having, starting. thinking about having an external relationship to being coworkers, rather, a romantic relationship?" He questioned, with total seriousness and firmness.

The room was silent as the principal's question hung in the air.

Your chest was constricting, your gut clenched.

You stole a glance at Ratio. His jaw was so tight, you thought it might crack.

He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the principal.

The seconds felt like hours before he finally spoke. "No," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "There is no romantic relationship."

"…"

"We do not and will not, have, any sort of romantic relationship."

The principal was silent for a moment. His gaze flicked over to you, his eyes seeming to search your face.

The director was going to talk, but Ratio interrupted him.

"And even though something happened or hasn't happened between us, that was and would be purely a mistake. Something that in any case got out of hand. Only that, nothing else."

The room was silent once again.

Ratio's words echoed in your ears, each one like a stab to the heart.

His words stung.

A mistake. That's all what had happened between the two of you was… a mistake.

You felt that ugly feeling where you felt a pain in your chest and throat, which left a slight shudder spreading throughout your body.

After a few moments, the principal spoke again. His voice was still firm, but there was a hint of resignation in it.

"And you, Y/N? Do you also think the same way?" The principal's question forced you out of your thoughts.

Your heart was pounding.

You swallowed heavily, trying to steady your racing mind.

The words stuck in your throat. You could feel Ratio's gaze on you, but you dared not look at him.

For a moment, you didn't know what to say. Your mind was a jumbled mess.

Your heart was breaking.

Finally, you found your voice. "Yes," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. The word felt like sandpaper on your tongue. The room was so quiet, you could almost hear a pin drop.

Ratio remained silent, his expression unreadable.

The principal was watching you, his eyes studying your face intently.

You could feel yourself wilting under his gaze. Your chest was tight, your head spinning.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the principal spoke.

"I see," he said, folding his hands on the desk. "In that case, I trust that both of you will ensure these rumors do not continue to persist. We do not need such… distractions at this university."

You looked at a blank dot on the director's desk, begging your eyes not to get teary.

Ratio nodded. "I assure you that this situation won't happen again,"

His voice was stoic, giving away nothing of what he really felt.

Ratio.

You had no idea what he felt in that moment.

But his words… still echoed in your heart.

A mistake.

He looked very firm in saying those words.

The principal nodded, seeming satisfied enough. "Good," he said, "that's all I needed to know."

He pushed his chair back, signalling that the meeting was over.

"You both may leave now."

You felt your body moving, but you were on autopilot. You understood that he would not deny, after all, he could lose his job. But a small part of you hoped he would defend what little you two were beginning to have.

Everything around you was a blur, your thoughts were all over the place.

Ratio stayed silent as well as both of you walked out of the office.

It wasn't until the door closed behind you that the world came back into focus.

And despite being outside, you didn't look at him.

For a few moments, both of you remained there in tense silence. Ratio's expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed on some point to the side.

Your heart was still in your throat, your mind still racing.

Finally, Ratio spoke, his voice low. "You should go back to your class."

Hearing his voice felt like another twist of a knife.

You nodded, not able to bring yourself to speak. You turned and walked away, your heart heavy.

You could feel your hands trembling, your chest constricting more and more with each step.

As you entered your classroom, your eyes were blurry, and your vision was slightly misty.

The students glanced up as you walked in, but you barely noticed them.

You made your way to your desk and sank into the chair.

For the rest of the lesson, you taught mechanically.

Your mind wasn't really there.

The hours passed, but the lesson seemed to last an eternity.

Each moment felt like a blade against your heart. Ratio's words were etched in your heart, and the image of his stony face refusing to leave.

The students were starting to notice that something was wrong. Some asked if you were alright, others exchanged whispers.

You made it through the period on autopilot, hardly paying any attention to yourself or the class around you.

Once the bell rang, you watched as the students filed out of class.

You were left alone in the empty room, the silence deafening.

Once the door closed behind the last student, you slumped back into your chair.

Your body was trembling, and your heart was beating painfully in your chest.

You felt like you might burst into tears at any moment.

But you sat there, frozen, staring at the wall in front of your chair.

You took a few minutes to calm down as best you could, before you left the classroom.

You walked through the hallways, your eyes unfocused and your heart still aching.

The corridors were empty as you made your way to the break room.

You wanted—no, needed—a cup of coffee. It was more of a physical need than a mental one.

As you reached the small break room, you walked in and closed the door behind you.

The room was not empty, but it was not too full either.

You made your way over to the coffee machine and began to make yourself a cup.

As you did, you tried to relax with the sound of the clock on the wall and papers being signed and corrected. The coffee started to brew.

The rich scent of caffeine filled the air as you waited patiently, hoping it would soothe your aching heart somehow.

You were still shaken from the meeting, and the cup of steaming black liquid was the only thing you could find any comfort in.

The warmth it gave you, more than anything.

As the coffee finished brewing, you were about to pour it into a cup when a voice startled you from your thoughts.

"That's a lot of coffee."

You turned to see who had spoken.

Ratio was standing next to you, looking at the coffee you were about to pour into a cup.

You froze, your heart lurching in your chest.

Seeing him suddenly was a surprise, and a reminder of the conversation and how it ended.

"Ah…yes" you muttered, trying to make your voice come out soft and calm, as always.

Ratio's expression was unreadable, his gaze fixated on the coffee pot. For a moment, he said nothing, only remained there in silence.

The desire to cry took hold of you again. And to think that today you were going to declare and affirm your feelings for him.

Ratio's voice broke the silence, low and measured as usual. “I didn’t know art teachers could drink this much caffeine." His words were a weak attempt at humor.

You didn’t know what to say, staring at the cup you were about to fill. "Hah," you forced yourself to let go of that slight laugh.

Ratio's gaze flicked to yours, studying your face for a moment.

His expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to cut through you.

You knew he was looking at you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look back at him.

The tension in the air was thick.

"You shouldn’t drink that much,” Ratio spoke again. You knew he was going to keep talking. But at that moment you didn't want to hear him.

You couldn't help it.

Before he could continue, you finally looked at him, forcing yourself to look straight into his blank face.

The words came out of your mouth before you could even catch them.

"Why? Are you worried?" Your voice was sharp and cold, surprising even yourself.

A defence mechanism.

Ratio was caught off guard, but his stoic expression didn't falter. He didn't immediately reply.

After a few moments, Ratio's gaze flicked over your face, searching for something.

You didn't know what he was looking for, but you knew that you hoped he didn't see anything.

His voice was a little softer when he finally replied. "Yes, I suppose I am."

Your heart ached at the answer, your chest tight.

He was concerned?

And yet…

His words in the director's office echoed in your mind.

"A mistake.."

You tore your gaze from his, staring back at the coffee pot. You could still feel his eyes on you and it was suffocating. So you forced yourself to speak.

"The best thing will be that you don't worry about me again, Mr. Ratio," you spoke, adding the formal title to his name, almost like before being close to him.

Ratio was silent, and you could feel his gaze still on you.

He was trying to read you, trying to understand the change in your attitude.

You could sense that he was at a loss for words.

After a moment, he spoke again, his voice still calm but with a slight edge to it.

"Did I say something to upset you?" he asked.

His question was a dagger to your heart, your mind instantly going back to the memory of his words in the director's office.

You forced yourself to stay calm, to keep your voice level and emotionless.

"You didn't say anything that wasn't true, sir," you replied.

As you spoke, you slowly poured the coffee into the cup, trying to keep your hands steady.

Ratio was silent, his eyes still on you.

You knew that he knew the weight of his previous words. He knew it perfectly well.

"We are and will not be anything, what happened when we were together was a mistake," you said, using the same words as him.

However, when you spoke, you lowered the tone of your voice, so that only he could hear it and not attract the attention of the other teachers who were in the room.

Ratio's expression didn't change. He remained still, his eyes fixed on you, but a flicker of something passed through his gaze. Whether it was hurt, guilt, or something else, you couldn't tell.

When you finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes still burning into yours.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice a little hoarse.

"Is that what you really think?" His question felt like a slap in the face.

Was that what you really thought? You almost wanted to laugh, but the bitter feeling in your chest wouldn't let you.

"That's what you thought," you answered, not looking away from him. "I'm just repeating what you said."

Ratio's jaw clenched tightly, his jaw tensing as you spoke.

"It was a mistake," he repeated what he had said before, his voice a little more firm. There was something else in his voice. A pang of regret or doubt.

You tried to keep your composure, but his words dug into your heart again.

"That's right," you agreed, your voice low. "It was a mistake. Nothing more. Nothing less." After that, you didn't bother to see him again. All you heard were his footsteps and the teacher's room door opening and closing.

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