#once again my funniest and best works are all on school notes. hmm

[hershelwidget]

i was thinking of him with the sunglasses and thought that he would have a full “cool future guy” outfit to match

do not ask what i was thinking when i came to the bow

[lordseochangbin]

Bad News 

Smut, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: “Badboy” Lee Minho x Aspiring Writer

A/N: So I honestly didn’t want to publish this 4.1k baby because it’s so long but I had so much fun writing it LMAOO so when I finished I was like hmph why not :D After reading it again I realized it actually goes by pretty quickly so enjoyyy

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Scribble. Scribble. Scribble. 

So annoying.

You’re jotting down every note from this man, this doctor who claims that if humans eat raisins it will save their life from any harm. Evidence? Bullshit. But I suppose that’s what you have to do in order to get into Yale’s English department. Sir Lordseochangbin expects nothing but a good story and you already know he’s going to throw this one in the trash. Just like the others. 

“... and so the texture of the raisin is very particular. Every ridge is filled with yum but it is also the color, OH the color! The color of the raisin is magnificent! People may mistake the raisin as a cat's disposal however…” 

“Doctor!” you get up from your seat, closing your notebook and showing a fake smile of happiness to leave and resent of the wasted time. “I believe we should wrap this up, thank you for your time!” You tell him, shaking his hand before quickly running off. 

“Take care!” 

You enter the busy room full of books and posters. Had you never done your research on the professor behind the English department, you would’ve guessed this was some 17 year old fangirl obsessed with some hotshot korean rapper. Pictures of the man were everywhere and you couldn’t help but to cringe, was he obsessed with himself or something?

He’s sitting on a comfortable chair with a mirror in his hands, his fingers forming the classic ‘peace’ sign as he giggles in a cute voice “Mmhpm! Cute binnie! I’m cute binnie!” 

You literally want to gag in your throat but okay. “L-lordseochangbin? Lord? Are you there?”

“Oh fuck” you hear in his normal voice as he slides the mirror under the desk and straightens his shirt. 

“Ahem. Y/n, how can I help you?” You take a breath of relief to see him back to his old self before handing him your notes.

“I got a story, just wanted to know your opinion” you said with a grin. 

He grabs the pack of papers out of your hands and looks at the first page. “How one doctor is raisin-g awareness about the new way to save lives” He reads in monotone before tossing your work on the floor. 

Your heart is pulsing and your hands are fidgeting. This is fucking stupid. You don’t need Yale. Fuck it. Can’t deal with this stupid conceiting motherf-

“Y/n… sit down.” he takes a sharp breath before grabbing the mirror out the floor. “Do you want to know what I see when I look at myself?”

Not this bullshit again. “Lordseochangbin, what do you see?” You ask, rolling your eyes.

He looks into the mirror, winking at his reflection before answering “I see perfection. You know why? Because interesting shit happens in my life. They range from being thrown into a dumpster in Sri Lanka to marrying the love of my life, Mel. Like I said, terrifying yet beautiful experiences and what’s best is that I learned from it!”

“W-what are you saying?” You respond, leaning closer to him on your seat as you anticipate his response.

“The first story you sent me, the one about that boy. The boy in your story captured my eye. He helped others by secretly selling illegal drugs, donating the money to charity and supporting his family.  I want more guys like him.”

“Like him?” 

“Hmm… how do I say this in the nicest way possible? Y/n, get yourself out there man.” He says, sending you a look as if to sympathize with your loneliness

“Oh”

“Yeah.. now go get a life” He says, shooing you off before he could shut the door on you. 

Wow. Okay. So not only did he throw away the story you spent 7 hours on but also told you to go do something with yourself? 

You turn around, facing the closed door. “One day, I’m going to go inside that room and draw devil ears on every one of those fucking posters! Triangle headass!” You curse, rolling your eyes before hearing a quick “I heard that!” and running out of the building.

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You know what the funniest thing was about that story Lordseochangbin mentioned? You made up the name. Your high school memories were long gone and all you could remember was calling him “Daddy” every time he pushed you to the edge. In the story, you called him Eric but what was his name? You just couldn’t remember.

The high pitched screaming ringed through your ears as you remembered the times with “Eric”. You made those scenes extra spicy in your book, replacing high school jerseys with suits and lingerie, old school basketball games with extreme galas throwed by rich people. The whole story was like a perfect manhattan lifestyle until he broke it off with you. 

And god, your safe word with “Eric” was the best part… like seriously? The number of times you screamed “CRANBERRY JUICE” as he fucked your insides out was insane and perfectly memorable. His face, unforgettable. 

These vivid images ran through your head as you jumped into the taxi with your two friends. You, y/n, were bound to get into some trouble. 

The night’s off to a boring start as you have time adjusting from candles and Netflix to DJ lights and drinks. You hit your tenth shot before your friends could pull you off to the floor. You sway your hips to the music, throwing your head back as you feel the beat pulse through you. Throwing your hands up in the air, you feel a tight grasp on your hips before turning around to see your friend. 

“Yo. 9 0’clock. That guy has been checking you out, go get yourself into some trouble!” She says, pushing you in the guys direction. You start to stumble on your feet, letting the crowd of waving arms and stepping heels lead you to him before you're in his arms. 

“Umm… are you okay?” He asks with a smirk on his face. This man is gorgeous up close, and that aching feeling between your legs is just hoping you can get a taste of those plump lips. The ones that lie agaped as he waits for your response. 

“Oh right! Yeah, I-I’m fine..” you shake your head, stupid y/n. His arm finds itself around your waist as he guides you to the bar table, a glass of water in front of him. 

“No drinks?” You ask with a smile. “I’ve had enough” He simply replies, taking a sip of his vodka as he looks across the table. You’re staring at his side profile and as much as you know you shouldn’t you just can’t help but to gaze at him. 

“You’re perfect…” you mutter under your breath before he could turn his attention back to you, “What was that? Sorry the music is a little too loud” He apologizes as he leans in closer. 

No..no no no. Please. He’s so close you can smell the cologne he’s wearing and god is it addicting.

“Umm…. hi!” You randomly spurt out, your hands grabbing his shoulders. At this point you are just wide eyed staring at each other, centimeters apart as your gesture seemed to pull you two closer. You have his full attention and you’re not sure what to do with it. The proximity is making your breath hitch and he’s staring at you like an eager kitten, pupils wide and a grin on his face. 

“Umm.. hi” he mocks you, “What is it? Virgin that’s trying to get knocked up? Good girl trying to disappoint her parents in a club?”

“What?!” you reply confused, “Oh! Wait I mean I’m not trying to get knocked up and I think I’ve dissapointed my parents enough but you’re kinda hot so I mean I wouldn’t mind having sex with you NOT that I haven’t had sex before or anytime I mean I’ve madeout but like sex with you seems-” You realize how fast you’re talking and wince at his still expression, silence between you two for a few seconds before he finally says: 

“Perfect, you’d look so pretty under me kitten” he whispers, his thumb holding your chin up as he pecks your lips.

You close your eyes into the kiss before he could say, “Strawberry chapstick, cute” Looking as innocent as a doll, you look up to him as he gets up.

He sends a wink in your direction before grabbing his jacket, “Let’s get out of here” You get a chance to look back to your friends before they mouth to you, “Use protection!!” and you laugh at their responses and the thrill that’s running through your nerves. 

You two exit through the back, a motorcycle helmet in your hands as you throw your leg over him and settle on the backseat. Once the helmet’s on, he turns his head slightly as if to check on you and grabs your hands, wrapping them around his chest. His black denim jacket is covering your shoulders and his white tee is clinging to his body.

You y/n, you just got yourself into some trouble. 

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A million fans blowing at your face simply couldn’t compare to the cool breeze that blew past you as you find comfort on the motorcycle seat. Your initial goal is long forgotten, but this guy in front of you is already screaming danger and you love it. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, your question being muted by a nearby car horn.

“Sorry, what?” he replies with a smirk before pulling to the side, pushing the kickstand with his foot and getting off the bike. You’re stunned when he takes off his helmet, his messy hair poking all over the place and when he uses his fingers to comb through his dark locks you realize you are absolutely done for.

“Did you ask something?” 

“W-what’s your name?” you ask, your voice muffled because of the helmet. He simply chuckles as he takes the helmet off you, he’s so close that he can hear your shaky breaths and unsteady heartbeats. 

“It’s Minho. Lee Minho… yours?”

Your nails grip onto the leather seat on the motorcycle as you attempt to get off when your dress gets caught on the bike. “Aw, fuck!” you curse yourself, you knew jeans and a jacket would’ve been a good idea. 

“Woah, woah don’t worry I got you” He says, walking over to the other side of the bike before getting on one knee to help the situation. You’re trying your best to look away because this may or may not have been one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, one leg is mounted to the floor and the other is leaving you unbalanced on the other side of the seat. 

“Nice panties by the way” he says with a smug look. Your cheeks are pink when you turn around to see that he's right in between your legs, the inside of your dress completely open for him to see but his eyes are still focused on that one knot that he’s been trying to untangle. 

“Oh my god” you pant out, covering your eyes in humiliation. “This is so embarrassing”

“It’s nice to know you were serious when you said you wanted to have sex” his smile is hard to hide when he finally sets you free, the balance of the bike suddenly shiftng your weight as you fall towards him. 

“Oh-” you let out as his eyes stare into yours. They’re literally shining, and maybe it’s the reflection of the street light behind you but it looks so magical in the moment as your hands wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss. 

His hands are around your waist, giving your ass a tight squeeze as he stands up, your lips still connected before he could pull away with a smile. 

“You…” he says with a quick breath, “You never told me what your name was.”

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At the sound of the elevator bell, your back is up against the wall. Minho is quick to get his hands on the bottom of your dress, slowly pulling it up to your waist as he presses kisses into your neck. 

“The second I saw those white lace panties, I wanted them off you right away” He growls into your ear as he grabs your jaw. 

Your legs stiffen as he presses your back on the wall and you gasp as he throws off his jacket, pulling his back tee over his head. “So.. so..” you stutter as your hands grab his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss. His tongue is past your lips, his teeth biting down your bottom lip and you whimper at the arousal building up between your legs. 

“Aw, what was that kitten?” He asks in a playful tone

“G-god stop teasing Minho.. just fuck me already” you whisper, your eyes close shut as the trail of wet kisses he’s leaving across your chest as he slowly takes off your dress. “Is this okay?” he asks as his hands go to your waist.

“It’s fine.. please just-” your lips shut as his attaches to your breast, the other one being groped by his hand as he massages it. His tongue swerves around your wet nipple as he flicks it softly, your cold buds hardening before he could suck on it harshly.

It’s a moment of pleasure until you feel your core pulsating, your hands diverging between your legs as you rip off your panties, fingers diving into your wet folds before Minho could slap them away. 

“Who said you could fucking touch yourself?” He asks, making you whine at his words before he unzips his jeans. “This should fucking teach you a lesson…” His pants are on the floor and before you know it he’s carrying you bridal style onto the bed. 

He’s leaning against the backboard, leaving you confused at the fact that you’re just lying there before he pulls his boxers down, revealing his cock covered with beads of pre-cum. 

“M-minho..WAIT. Umm.. shouldn’t we make a safe word?” Minho looks at you in surprise before letting out a chuckle.

“A safeword kitten? C’mon, I can be rough.. but not that rough”

“Just say a word Minho”

“Strawberry-chapstick.”

“Strawberry...chapstick? O-oh.. okay”You stutter as you place yourself in between his legs. Your hands wrap around his member as you pump him up a few times, your tongue sucking on his tip as you leave his arousal all over your lips. When you go down on him, he lets out a loud moan, his eyes shut in pleasure as his hands go to your head. 

“Nnngh, God.. you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth” he lets out, his eyes watching you attentively. A few more groans pass his mouth before he’s biting onto his lip, trying to let anymore out. When he feels you slowing down, he starts to thrust up your mouth, stuffing it with his cock and watching you gag on it. 

“I-i’m so close kitten, I’m gonna fuck your mouth so good” he mumbles as his hips meet your face, your nails gripping onto his thighs as you feel that familiar twitch.

In seconds he’s laid back on the bed, his hands pulling you up to your face as you manage to swallow all his cum before he could align his cock with your entrance, quickly moving past them as he bucks his hips into yours. 

“OH!” you scream, a mantra of his name leaving your lips. As if you haven’t said or thought of his name enough already. It’s the only thing on your mind when you’re staring at him in bliss, your hands on his shoulders as you sink down on him, just for him to hit your sweet spot again. The way his cock is stretching your walls feels so fucking good and you can’t come to terms on whether is pain or pleasure. It’s a pattern of thrusts and moans before it could grow slower and sloppier. 

“I’m so close Minho, please fuck me Minho! Please!” You cry, his hands playing with your clit as he rubs his fingers on it. His hips buck into yours again, finding that same pace and you look helpless, letting him take over you as your breasts jiggle against his chest, mewls passing your lips. 

“J-Just-” You stutter before you could reach your high, letting out a loud pornographic moan as he reaches for his own before filling you up. Your eyes close shut as you get up, falling on the bed next to him. 

He lets out a long, exhausted breath before his hands could play with your hair, giving you access to lay on his chest before saying, “For a virgin.. you really know how to suck dick” 

You nearly choke at his words before rolling your eyes, “I’m not a virgin” 

“Ahh, that makes sense. Who was the lucky guy?” He says with a smirk, leaning down on the side of his bed to grab another liquor bottle and handing you a glass. 

“He’s.. not sure how to explain it. High school friend I guess…” you reply as you take the drink down in one go and place it on his nightstand, cuddling into his arm as you start to fall asleep.

“Who was your first?” you mumble before your drink could get the best of you.

“Mine… she was in high school too. I had some shit going on though, couldn’t keep her. You know, it’s hard thinking my parents own some bigshot company, and I'm just here. Going to be heir to a billion dollar business and I just… can’t handle all of it. I’m here clubbing every night because I know no matter what I do I’ll never be able to impress them…”

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Thank god. Thank GOD for that recorder you snuck underneath your dress. What you didn’t thank god for was all the times you screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” God… it made you cringe in your seat. It was good sex though, you had to admit. 

What you weren’t proud of was the fact that you didn’t get anything out of that night. No inspiration, no good story. No nothing. You slumped down your seat in exhaustion before you could hear Minho’s voice. 

“It’s like I’ll never be able to impress them…” you hear him pause for a second before rewinding the tape and listening to what he said seconds before you fell asleep. 

He has a story. Minho… he’s more than just a guy that goes clubbing and rides on his motorcycle and drinks every night. He’s a boy that was never loved by his parents, using his money to donate to charity, never knowing what his future lies of him as the heir to a billion dollar company. 

“I trust you.. you know. I don’t know what it is about you but… oh, are you sleeping?” He giggles. You smile at how attractive his laugh is before looking down at his notes. Would it be bad to use these for a story? His life… as a book? 

You remembered his sleepy eyes as he laid on the bed, you trying to put on your clothes in a hurry as you left the apartment without a sound. Should you have left? You throw your face into your hands before hearing the sound of his voice again. 

“She looks cute with this cat filter” you hear him mumble before you could hear the click of his camera, a laugh leaving his lips as you could hear him close settle in his spot next to you. 

“Fuck me, fuck me” He mocks in a high pitch voice before hear a starling snore. “Oh, she snores. Great.” 

You mentally facepalm yourself before turning off the recording, leaning back in your seat as you stare at the roof wondering if it was worth it to break his trust like this.

“I gave you a day, y/n. Got any ideas?” You turn around to see Changbin leaning against the door before looking back at the recorder on your desk.

“I think I do. I’ll have it done in a week.”

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A month passed and all of your dreams came true. Getting into Yale, publishing a book, and getting the status as an official writer. You regret giving yourself a deadline of a week, but when Changbin saw how well you were doing he extended it, knowing a book could never be done in a week, not even a month. You spent your days and nights on this however, the thought of Minho in mind was only brain fuel. 

Some nights resulting in reaching your own high, but you couldn’t even count the number of men who passed by your apartment door. They weren’t just men, men from Yale, and were they hot. 

You ended up asking them to leave however, knowing you had to get back to work. None of them used “Strawberry-chapstick” as a safeword. None of them took a cute cat filter selfie when you fell asleep. None of them were Minho. 

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Smile, sign the book, have a conversation and it’s the next person. Minho walked past the book-signing banner as he walked into the library, heading straight to the counter. 

“So busy here, it’s not usually like this” 

“Mr. Lee, there’s a book signing going on here. New author who just made her way to Yale, you should read her book.”

“Yale? It’s probably a book about Hilary or Bush, i’ll pass on reading about notable alumni” he sarcastically replied.

“Well if that’s the case sir, the kids are eagerly waiting in the room past the signing for you” 

“Perfect, thanks..”

Minho tucks his jacket as he walks towards the kids room, catching a glimpse of the fan meeting as he walks by the crowd. 

“Shit, shit! Hide me” You whisper, hiding behind Changbin’s back as you watch him walk by you. 

“Y/n.. I’m your boss not your friend, get out there” he says, stepping to the side before you could make eye contact with him. You see him stop walking down the hall, his eyes staring right at you. 

“Shoot, um changbin can you-”

“Sir you can’t come past this line, it's a book signing.” 

“I need to talk to that girl!” Minho exclaims, pointing a finger at you as you continue to hide behind Changbin. Minho tries to fight off the bodyguards before you could tell them to let go. 

Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, you look down at his luxury shoes as you ask, “What are you doing here… you shouldn’t be here”

“I’m always here, the real question is” he looks off to the side, reading the name off the banner, “Y/n.. you left me that night”

You took down a harsh gulp before looking back up at him, “I did.”

He scoffs at your words, “Seriously y/n, you did? No fucking joke, I had no idea what your name was, who you were, all I had was this” he presses the button on his phone, lighting to show you his lockscreen of you sleeping with the cat filter.

“I’ve been thinking about you since that day y/n… please” he says, grabbing your hands in his and giving it a squeeze. You’re left speechless, not sure how to reply before Changbin interrupts you two. 

“Y/n, it’s time. You! You must be a friend of y/n, check out her new book!” 

Changbin hands him a copy and you try to grab it out of his hands, “No Minho you seriously shouldn’t…”

“Wait y/n this is crazy..” he says, swapping your hand away. He mumbles out the title ‘Bad News’ before turning around to read the description. “Bad boy with a bad reputation. Drugs, Drinks, and girls. A billion dollar company and parents that are more than disappointed. Choi Mino..” 

He glares at the words before looking back up to you. “Minho… look I can explain-”

“Don’t bother” he says, dropping the book on the floor, “You could’ve at least thought of a better name for a dissapointment” 

Minho bits his lip in anticipation of a response, another try to ask him to stay but you’re left without words. You don’t know how to explain yourself, you can’t. 

“I-i’m sorry..” you whisper under your breath before Minho could roll his eyes at you and leave. 

“Oh, where’d your friend go?” Changbin asks you, you turn around- trying to hold back the tears that were close to falling before facing the crowd of readers in front of you.. books in their hand and smiles on their faces.  Posing a fake smile you grab the book that Minho dropped in your head, leaning against a table.

“Hello everyone, you know my name. I’m the author of Bad News.

[woildismyerster]

can i request a modern!race x reader where they’re in the same circle of friends but don’t really talk and end up having a really close flirty friendship that all their friends ship and they end up dating?

Please do!

“Y/N, you know that math isn’t my thing, right?”  Davey ignored the packet you held in his face, raising his eyebrows at you.  

“Can you help me, or not?”

“Probably,” he sighed.  He took the homework and paged through it, absently asking one more question.  “Why don’t you ask Race for help?”

“Because I don’t talk much to Race,” you said.  “It would be out of nowhere.”

“Friendship usually is.”  Davey gave a stumbling explanation of the math concepts, periodically pointing out that if you wanted quality help, you had a friend who could actually provide it.

You knew that Race was a rockstar in his math classes.  You knew that he told the best jokes, that he could skateboard like a pro, and that he made a mean grilled cheese.  You knew plenty about him, which seemed a little unfair since you could count on one hand the number of times that you had a solo conversation with him.

He was one of the closest friends of all of yours, but the two of you somehow managed to stay out of each other’s orbits.  It had been unintentional at first, but after years of ‘you would love him,’ you didn’t seek him out on principle.

If your math grade suffered a little as a result, so be it.

“Oh, thank God.”  

Your brow furrowed when the words came from over your shoulder, and it turned to a frown when the owner of the voice sat in the seat next to yours.

“I thought that I wasn’t going to know anybody in my testing room,” Race said.  He grinned at you, and the sincerity was heavy.  “You have no idea how glad I am that you’re in here.”

“It’s a shame nobody else is here,” you hedged.

“I’d take anybody,” he said.  “You’re good enough for me.”

Your lips quirked into a smile.  “Not sure you’re good enough for me, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

In all honesty, you would rather have been without him.  Even so, the way his jaw dropped made the room a little brighter.

“I am spectacular company,” he said.  “You just have bad taste.”

“I have great taste,” you countered.  “You just don’t taste good.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he sneered.

Like everybody had told you, Race whizzed through the math portion.  He spent his free time angling his four function calculator toward your seat and typing numbers so they spelled out words when he turned it upside down.

You didn’t know why ‘BOOBS’ made you laugh, but you got several dirty looks from your neighbors.  Race grinned at you, and you grinned back.

“You know who makes the best notes for presentations?  Race.  I swear, it’s impossible to be nervous when you read the notes he makes.  You should partner with him sometime.”

“You know, maybe I will.”

Katherine had a lot to say about being forced to change into swimsuits in the open on swim days.  It would have been more interesting if she didn’t say the same things every week, and if you hadn’t already agreed with it all.

“It’s humiliating,” she reiterated.

“True that.”

“People shouldn’t be afraid to come to school, and I know for a fact that there are teenagers who have crazy anxiety about this.”

“Uh huh,” you said absently.

“What are you looking at?”  She followed your gaze to where Race stood by the side of the pool, waiting for his to jump off the diving board.  “Oh, I see.”

“I’m just watching the swimmers,” you said innocently.

“You’re sexing Race up with your eyes, Y/N,” Katherine grinned.  “I thought you barely tolerated him.”

“We’re friends, now.”

“Mmmhmm.”

You shot her a look.  “Friends can look at other friends, Kath.  Remember how you used to look at Jack?”

“We make out under the bleachers at football games now.”

“Oh.”  You searched for another, more valid example, but fell short.  It wasn’t a big deal to like seeing Race in a swimsuit, right?  Casual appraisal wasn’t a problem.  

Race glanced over at you, taking note of your gaze.  He waved, smiling smugly.  He repositioned himself like a swimsuit model, looking utterly ridiculous with his miles of arms and legs.  He was too lanky for that pose, you told yourself.  It looked stupid.

Your suddenly dry mouth said otherwise.

“Oh, indeed,” Katherine said with a cheshire smile.

“Race looked cute today.  Right, Y/N?”

“Hmm.”

“That shirt made his eyes pop.”

“Hmm.”

“I didn’t like you much at first, did you know?”  You tried to eat the peach in a way that wouldn’t dribble the juices all over yourself, but you were failing miserably.  You settled for cupping a hand under your chin to catch them.

“When was that?”  Race handed you a napkin, but you waved him off.  It was too late for that.

“Like, until state testing.”

His jaw dropped, outraged.  “How could you not like me for that long?  We were friends for years!”

“Hardly,” you snorted.  “We had the same friends.  You were just that guy everybody wanted me to talk to.  It felt like nagging, so I didn’t want to talk to you at all.”

“And to think,” he groused, “I liked you from the start.”

“You always were a sap.”

He threw his peach pit at you, but your hands were too full to catch it.  You let it hit your shoulder, and frowned at the syrupy splotch it left behind.

“I liked you eventually,” you said.  “Really, I just had to talk to you.”

“Thanks.”

“It made up for your face.”

You laughed when he jostled your hand, spilling the peach juice on your clothes.  You wiped the rest of it down his leg, and he winced for the rest of the day at the stiffness of his leg hair.

(“I’ll have to amputate the leg, Y/N.”

“Take a shower and suck it up.”

“I’d let you suck it up, if you know what I mean.”

“Race, save it for in your dreams.”)

“Wanna hang out later?”

“Can’t.  I’m going over to Race’s for a project.”

“Human anatomy?”

“Jesus Christ.  English.”

“So,” Albert said.  “You and Race, huh?”

“He’s my friend now, yeah.”  You bit your lip while you measured out the water for AP Chem, wishing that your partner would pay more attention to the lab than to your relationships.

“Sure seems like more than that.”

“Because we actually talk to each other?  Funny how close that makes people.”

Albert huffed out a sigh.  “We all told you that you would like each other if you just talked.  Now that you have, it’s obvious that you want to date.  Just bone, already.”

“Crass,” you commented.  He wasn’t totally wrong, of course - Race was overwhelming for your senses.  All of you was conscious of all of him, and you had yet to find a solution.  “Why do you care?”

“It’s physically painful to watch the two of you.  Swimming through Jello would be easier than cutting through that tension.”

You laughed.  “Quit being dramatic.”

“I’m not!”  Albert took your pencil and poked you in the forehead with your eraser.  “Get it through your skull - the two of you will be happier once you make out.  Just do it.”

You harrumphed, but silently agreed.  You had wasted a lot of time ignoring Race, and it was a mistake.  Maybe it would be a mistake to put this off, too.

“Y/N, you seem like the type of person who could make it work with a high school sweetheart.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“You’re gonna kill your interview,” you said.  “No question.”

“No,” Race groaned.  “Lots of question.  All of the question.”

Race was laying on his bed, and you were sitting on the floor next to it.  Minimizing the temptation, maximizing the comforting.  Sort of.  

“You’ve got this,” you urged.  “NYU will be eating out of your hand by the end.”

His face was buried in a pillow, and you half wondered if he had suffocated himself.  “Y/N,” he mumbled, “I really, really want to go to this school.”

“And you will.  Just be yourself.”

“That’s garbage advice,” he said.  He flipped his head to the side and glared at you, but it was halfhearted.  “Colleges aren’t looking for all of this.”

‘This’ was accompanied by gesturing at a middle school track t-shirt, athletic shorts, and old man socks pulled all the way up to the knee.

“You’ll be wearing a suit,” you said.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

You sighed and climbed up onto the bed.  You ran your fingers through his curls, and he relaxed a little.  

“Race, be yourself.  That worked on me, right?  You’re the coolest person I know, and you don’t even have to try.”

“I try really, really hard around you,” he said.

You scoffed, and he sat up.

“I’m serious.  I was so busy trying to get you to like me that I didn’t even care about how I did on those tests.  It was, like, a full time job.  I wanted to be my funniest, my smartest, my most interesting.  You brought out my superlatives,” he said urgently.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it only grew when Race leveled you with his tired, earnest eyes.  “And it worked.  You are the funniest, smartest, most interesting person I have ever known.  NYU will see the same thing.”

“I hope so,” he sighed.

“Why were you trying so hard to impress me?”  You couldn’t look at him when you asked, and he didn’t look at you when he answered.

“I’d only heard good things about you, and I had only seen good things from you.  It seemed worth a shot.”

“What were you hoping for?”

“Everything.”

You didn’t know what that meant.  You weren’t sure if he was satisfied with what he’d gotten, or if he was waiting for more.  You weren’t sure how much more he wanted.  That being said, his eyes were very blue, his mouth was turned down with exhaustion, and his hands were playing with a loose thread on your pants.

You wanted everything.

You kissed him, bracing your hands on his knees.  He didn’t hesitate before responding, slow and cautious.  His hands came up to cup your cheeks, and he sighed into your mouth.

“I wasn’t trying to ask for that,” he said, pecking your lips one more time.  His hands stayed on your jaw, brushing along the curve of it like it was something to be studied.

“No,” you agreed.  “But I wanted to give it.”

That earned you a half smile, and his eyes were brightening.  “I don’t think that’s what I’m aiming for with the interviewer.”

“Do what you have to do, babe.”

He grinned, and he leaned in again.

“You know what I need?  Somebody to make out with.  Right now.”

“Y/N, you do realize that you don’t need to tell us every time you kiss Race, right?  We don’t want to know.  We’ve seen too much.”

“You shouldn’t have talked so much about it before, then.  You’ve made your bed - it’s time to lie in it.  Race, get in here.”

[planetarixm]

2 x 11 questions tag game + Bold stuff tag game

And we got tagged by some lovely people, thank youu ♥

1 - tagged by @sayitaliano

What’s your favorite beverage? least favorite?                         Orange juice / coke

Name 3 things on your bucket list. To learn as many lenguages as possible,to travel europe, to have a cat haha

What attracted you to learning each of your target languages? Not a reason in specific, i think each lenguage has something that other doesn’t, also learning them you can understand their culture and also have access to more information

Who are your role models or inspirations?  @yourfavwolf for sure, i love the way she thinks and the things she stands for, also she is the sweetest person ever and even tho i don’t know her personally she has a big influence in the person i am today

What do you do when you’re feeling down in order to cheer yourself up? Whatever distracts me from thinking, usually talk to my mom or watch series

Opinions on social media? Love it? Hate it? Not sure, i think i am in the middle, social media can be whatever you want it to be, inspiration, a curse, blessing, etc

Do you already have childrens’ names picked out? Yes, but I’ll talk with their dad. I like Lucas, Amelia, Felipe, Kylie, Cindy

If you got to do-over one moment, what would you choose? A bunch of random things hahah

Do you want to be famous? If it means i can meet rihanna and halsey, then yes

What do you do when you can’t sleep? Go into my phone until i start getting sleepy

Not really a question, but…go learn 5 words in your target language! Oohh, that’s hard

lindeza - prettiness - belleza xodó - girfriend/boyfriend - novia/novio apaxionada - in love - enamoradx coração - heart - corazón sempre - always - siempre

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2 - tagged by @sayitaliano

1. Do you like spicy food?                                                                            No, i hate it so much

2. If you could move somewhere, where would it be and why?

Idk probably somewhere in Europe

3. What kind of learner are you (visual, auditory..)? I think a little bit of each

4. What was the last photo you took? No idea

5. What’s your cure for hiccups? Hold my breath 

6. Do you have a motto/ quote you live by? Be kind but take no shit

7. Share your favourite meme or funniest joke. How do you call a mexican that lost his car?

Car-los

8. If you were to change your name, which one would you choose? I would love Khloé because my mom’s name is Kelly so I think they are alike

9. What’s the one thing you regret buying?                                                  A looooot of food in the cinema that i didn’t end up eating hahahah

10. What food do you crave often?                                                          Fries, doritos and churros

11. Describe your ideal day.

Being with my best friends doing crazy things

My Questions: using again some old questions nobody answered yet. 1. What is one thing you have to do but hate to do??

Clean my room 

2. Let’s suppose I’m visiting your hometown: what should I do/see first?

Well, I live in Venezuela so i think you should go to the parks or some iconic places 3. What’s your biggest dream? Is it the same you had when you were little?   As for right now i don’t remember 

4. Tell me a line/quote from your favorite book/song/movie                          ‘‘The eyes chico, they never lie’‘

5. What’s the first word you learnt in the language you’re learning/have learnt? So a lot of my friends are portuguese but the first thing i learned was ‘’eu ñao se nada’’ which is ‘’i don’t know anything’’ and in portuguese i would say the happy birthday song HAHAHAH @sayitaliano 6. Is there a very old memory you want to share?                                        Hmm, one time i almost drowned in a pool trying to get water in a cup but luckily my older brother saved me  7. Do you talk to yourself? What do you usually tell you?                                    I really don’t do it at all 8. Let’s suppose you have a terrible memory (as me), and you need to take a note: do you take a pen and write it down or do you write it on your smartphone?                                                                                                        I write it down in a book or something 9. Do you like to swim?                                                                                      No, i hate it  10. What’s your biggest passion?                                                              Culture, lenguages and other people 11. Do you have a particular bad habit?                                                               I compare myself and lot and bc of that i have really low self love

Tagging: see below

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3- tagged by @sayitaliano

1st rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better: i don’t really know so if u want to, do it

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true

appearance - i am 5'7 or taller - i wear glasses - i have at least one tattoo - i have at least one piercing - i have blonde hair- i have brown eyes (only one tbh) - i have short hair - my abs are at least somewhat defined - i have or had braces

personality - i love meeting new people - people tell me i am funny - helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - i enjoy physical challenges - i enjoy mental challenges - i am playfully rude to people i know- i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it - there is something i would change about my personality

ability - i can sing well - i can play an instrument - i can do over 30 pushups without stopping - i am a fast runner - i can draw well - i have a good memory - i am good at doing math in my head - i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - i have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - i can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - i know how to throw a proper punch

hobbies - i enjoy sports - i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - i have learned a new song in the past week - i exercise at least once a week - i have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - i have drawn something in the past month - i enjoy writing - i do some form of martial arts

experiences - i have had my first kiss - i have had alcohol - i have scored a winning point in a sport - i have watched an entire tv series in one sitting - i have been at an overnight event - i have been in a taxi - i have been in the hospital or er in the past year - i have beaten a video game in one day - i have visited another country - i have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

my life - i have one person that i consider to be my Best Friend™ - i live close to my school/work - my parents are still together - i have at least one sibling - i live in the united states – i have hung out with a friend in the past month - i have a smartphone - i own at least 15 cds - i share my room with someone

relationships - i am in a relationship - i have a crush on a celebrity - i have a crush on someone i know (not sure though) - i’ve been in at least 3 relationships - i have never been in a relationship - i have admitted my feelings to a crush - i get crushes easily - i have had a crush for over a year - i have been in a relationship for over a year - i have had feelings for a friend

random - i have break-danced - i know a person named jamie - i have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - i have dyed my hair - i’m listening to a song on repeat right now - i have punched someone in the past week - i know someone who has gone to jail - i have broken a bone - i have eaten a waffle today - i know what i want to do in life - i speak at least two languages - i have made a new friend in the past year