Kidge High School AU (sidepairing Latte and Hunay)
Summary: There were days where Katie could swear one day she
would kill Keith Kogane. Days where she could swear Keith was getting on
all of her nerves and driving her insane. Days where she was convinced
that Keith knew exactly what effect he had on her.
“Stop staring at Mullet, it’s getting obvious,” Lance mumbled.
“I’m not,” Katie replied.
Hunk sighed. “It’s been two years since he had a mullet, can’t you come up with a new nickname?”
inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)
“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.
“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”
Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”
“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”
Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.
Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.
It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.
Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”
“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”
Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”
Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.
“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.
“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.
Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.
Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…
I LOVE UNIVERSITY AU, WHY I DON’T DRAW THIS BEFOREEE?? Anyway I am really super happy when you say that you imagine my Bill and Dipper in ffs, really it’s a big big honor for me ;w; <3 Oh and i start to read Stitches in my Heart too!! Thank you for letting me know that fic because, even if my own…. head canon (i don’t know if it’s called like this omg. Anyway THE WAY I IMAGINE THEM IN AN UNIVERSITY urghhh) is quite different, i enjoy a lot this fic!! They are reeeeally cute <3
-Yuri is the freshman sports prodigy on the track team (because most schools probably dont have a figure skating team)
-Otabek is the senior captain of the debate club (trust me ok? just hear me out)
-Yuri gets dragged to a debate by Viktor who wants to watch his “sweet adorable Yuuri win!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
-People recognize Yuri and find it weird that the angry track team freshman is watching a debate with school heartthrob Viktor Nikiforov
- Otabek sits at the end of the table in the captain’s position with Yuuri on his left and isnt Otabek that guy that Mila keeps talking about ???
-Yuri tries to focus of the debate (not like he wanted to watch people argue anyway) but he cant ???????? because Otabek keeps doing this thing with his jaw and its really attractivedistracting OF NO SIGNIFICANCE WHAT SO EVER
-Yuri thinks it’s weird that Otabek hasnt said a word throughout the whole match because he’s the captain so ???? shouldnt he be ????? you know ???? doing something ?????
-Viktor suddenly gets really excited when the opposing school calls out Otabek on his silence
-Yuri is really confused because the whole room is silent and even Viktor finally shut up so what is he missing ????????
-the opposing school looks really smug (Yuri is not happy bc he has that school spirit) when Otabek clears his throat and stands
-he has no notes ??????
-everyone else had notes ??????? so where are Otabek’s notes ??????
-there’s a beat of silence and Otabek barely says twenty words but even Yuri knows that the debate is over and holy shit his voice-IMEANWHAT
-he has to know more about this Word Magician because who cares about running when this boy just shut up a table of annoying teenagers ???
-Viktor and Mila tease him senselessly about his “little crush” WHICH IT IS NOT
-he just happens to find him… admirable
-turns out, when they do meet, that otabek had been the one admiring him ever since he joined the track team
-bc otabek just loves the grace and speed that Yuri seems to so naturally possess ????
-but Yuri, who has never been good with words or conversation, cant get over how easily Otabek is able to get out of conversations or keep them going without really saying/doing much ????
-they become besties quickly after they meet and are pretty much inseparable
-you really cant have one without the other involved in some way (they’re texting each other or talking on the phone or they’re both present)
-otabek picks Yuri up from track and cheers him on at races
-yuri goes to all of otabek’s debates and is honestly the most excited person there
-they call each other Beka and Yura obviously mila teases Yuri about it to no end
-eventually, they both realize they have it bad for each other and no amount of teasing is going to make it any easier im looking at you mila
It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.
You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.
Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.
“Forced,” You smiled.
He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.
She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”
You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”
“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.
“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.