#i know this is dramatic but i hate cheating so much especially when one side can blatantly cheat but oh

[brittlekombu]

I need to complain about the fucking Foxy Pirates arc in one piece yall im so mad. I hate cheating so so much and that makes this so hard to watch. I just violently hate it. It feels extra worse because G8 the arc before this one is also counted as filler and it was so fucking good like I loved it and for this shitshow to come after is so infuriating. The beginning of this arc was so good to me like yeah lets help this stranded dude get back to his nomad tribe with his extra long cute horse and im just seething that i have to watch this waluigi knockoff and his annoying crew cheat and cheat and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it because if they do its insta lose.

[wttcsms]

balancing act ; satoru gojo.

pairing satoru gojo x f!reader   word count 3.9k   synopsis gojo bets that he can get you to fall in love in three months, and you bet that he can't go three months with staying committed to one person and not bang them. neither of you plan on losing. content contains modern no curses!au, mentions of sex and vulgar language (but no smut yet), simp gojo <3 author’s notes i plan on wrapping things up quickly this time around, so i have five parts planned for this mini series!

Satoru Gojo is used to a wide array of reactions to any of his antics: awe (the summer analyst, Miwa, always stares at him like he himself is the one who created the stock market), irritation (Nanami is rarely ever in agreement with the comments Gojo leaves on his work), lust (Gojo gives just as much he receives because he’s benevolent like that — his words, of course). 

But he’s not quite used to being laughed at. 

He’s handsome, and he knows it, a deadly combination for any man because Shoko claims that all men are born with an astonishing amount of audacity and it only ever grows as they get older. Satoru brings up the fact that Shoko technically cheated her way through med school, and that any doctor worth her degree wouldn’t get onto patients while lighting up a cigarette of all things, but Shoko is equally stubborn and audacious as any man, and it just makes her a worthy opponent to get into arguments with. 

Being attractive and arrogant isn’t enough to keep him from suffering mild humiliation from time to time, though. The reason why Satoru doesn’t get embarrassed is because the world is unfair, so he happens to be born rich and smart enough and talented enough to just keep on getting richer. Even he is entirely aware of his privilege, but he’s got the type of personality that would be endearing even if he wasn’t hot, so everyone loves him. 

And you don’t hate him, he knows that. He also knows that you don’t love him, which is fine, because it’s not your love, or awe, or irritation, or lust (okay, maybe some lust would be nice) that Satoru wants from you. He just wants you for you, your honesty and whatever scraps of yourself that you toss to him. 

Today’s scraps are your laughter, which rings through the whole entire office, singing above the noisy clacks of keys being smashed by the analysts and the whirring of the printer shooting out hundreds of pages a minute. He feels a warmth spread from his stomach to his chest and maybe it even rises up to his neck, he’s not so sure. He should feel slightly embarrassed, he thinks, to have said something seriously only for you to find comedy in it, but he doesn’t. He just feels pleased with himself for making you laugh, like he’s done something great.

“You are so full of shit, Gojo.” You’re still smiling, even though you’re not bothering to look at him anymore. Your attention is now focused on the report one of the analysts has turned into you, and from the lack of comments you’re leaving, he assumes it’s Megumi’s work. 

“I was being serious, y’know.” Satoru’s more than tall enough to see over the cubicles, especially when he’s standing up, and he leans over it, his head and upper body leaning into your personal desk space. The cubicles don’t do jack shit for privacy, anyway, so he doesn’t feel bad when you complain that he’s invading your privacy. If it was privacy that you craved, you wouldn’t have three monitors raised, each of them displaying a jumble of numbers and words that Satoru doesn’t care about. 

“So was I.” You tell him.

Just thirty minutes ago, you walked into the office with a quad shot espresso, unceremoniously plopped your Longchamp tote onto the floor, and dramatically sighed to get your desk neighbor’s attention. Utahime is always a good sport when it comes to your antics but doesn’t bother extending the same courtesy to Satoru, which he considers to be very unfair considering that he’s technically everyone’s boss. It is his name that’s displayed on the side of the building, and his private equity firm that he’s built up alongside Suguru. 

“What happened this time?” Utahime asks you, like the good sport she is. Satoru, at that time, was pretending not to eavesdrop even though he is, because he’s a nosy bastard. 

“I hate men.” You say, leaning back in your chair. “He left me for someone nice.”

The way you say it lets him — and Utahime, who is actually the person you’re talking to — know that that nice was a direct quote from your ex.

Utahime furrows her brows, looking confused. “But you are nice.” 

Debatable, is what Satoru wants to say, but he’s remaining silent so he can get the full story out of you first.

“No. I’m a workaholic with no personality outside of my fancy finance job.” 

Ouch. 

Satoru doesn’t see an issue with you, though. So what, you’re hardworking and focused? He thinks it’s kinda hot to see someone with so much ambition and discipline. He wouldn’t have hired you if you were anything less. 

“He’s just insecure.” Utahime says, soft voice trying to soothe you, even though Satoru hears the familiar sound of your manicure typing in your login details to your computer. He knows it’s silly to think he can tell the difference between your typing and anyone else’s, and he doesn’t want to think too hard about what that could possibly mean when it comes to defining his feelings for you.

“You said the same thing about my last three exes, and they all said similar things about me.” Satoru can’t see either of you from this angle, but he’s certain that you’re opening up your emails right about now. The conversation is coming to a close, and he needs to start focusing on his own tasks, but then you say something interesting, practically baiting him to come out of his office.

“I’ve decided that from this point forward, I am swearing off men.” 

Utahime laughs. “You can’t just swear off all men because of a few bad ones.”

“Not forever.” You clarify. “Just for the time being. All the men I’ve dealt with  in Tokyo suck.”

On paper, all your exes are fantastic catches. There’s the surgeon (who found you to be too independent), the professor (who thought you were too busy to give him the attention he needed), the hedge fund associate (who thought that he liked smart girls, but apparently, not ones smarter than him), and your newest ex, the investment banker. The irony isn’t lost on anyone — an investment banker criticizing someone for being a workaholic obsessed with the prestige of their finance career? If he was going to scramble for an excuse to want to see other people, he should have chosen some other cliche line instead of using the same one someone else must have said to him. 

“What’s this about men in Tokyo?” Satoru strolls up to the divider between you and Utahime, hands in his pockets, pretending that he hasn’t been listening to the entirety of your conversation from the very beginning.

“That all of them suck.” You say, with that unwavering confidence he likes. 

“I’m a man in Tokyo.” He’s grinning.

“Yeah. I stand by what I said.” You’re not even being courteous enough to look at him, still focused on whatever email is on your screen.

His grin only grows wider.

“Maybe all the men you’ve been with are subpar, but I bet I could change your mind.” 

“Is this even appropriate for work?” Utahime interjects. 

“If it’ll make my dear employee Utahime happy, I can grab someone from HR to supervise this conversation.” Satoru says.

“It’s a trap.” You tell her, lips curling up in a smile that lets him know you’re going to say something very mean and probably true about him. “He’s already broken protocol with everyone who works there.” 

“You’re very disrespectful to your boss. Anyone else would have fired you on the spot.” Satoru only pretends to be wounded by your comments, but everyone knows that he’s as good at taking it as he is at dishing it out. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget that Satoru owns this firm because he’s not very good at professionalism himself. 

Utahime mutters something under her breath, deciding not to engage further in whatever it is the two of you are doing.

“So, whaddya say? Wanna test out your ‘all men in Tokyo suck’ theory with me?” He knows this teasing won’t go anywhere, even if he wants it to. You’re good at your job, and you’re good at being a professional. Somehow, he doesn’t think you would consider fucking your boss as something very professional. 

“I would, but I have standards.” 

Satoru wants to make a snide comment about all the guys who have dumped you, but he can’t, because it’s already been established that they’re not just decent by regular standards, but stellar. Rich, successful, well educated men who could probably make you cum. 

Well, Satoru is richer, more successful, and more educated than all of them combined, he thinks. And he would gladly make you cum like crazy, if you let him. 

“C’mon, what’s wrong with me?” 

“Promise I won’t get fired if I’m being honest?” You turn your desk chair, looking up at him with mock doe eyes, and the sight shouldn’t be both endearing and hot to him, but it is. 

“Give me your worst.” He tells you, both of you smiling at the challenge. 

“I don’t give anything of myself to a man who can’t even bother to commit to anyone.” 

Of course, you have a point. Satoru’s not known for dating anyone. He takes women out on extravagant dates, yes, but he doesn’t actually practice the act of dating. 

He doesn’t see a point to it. Most people, save for his friends (a bit weird to consider some of his closest companions are actually his employees), see beyond his shiny veneer, and dating would just complicate things. Dating means someone seeing the duller, not-so-great parts of himself.  

“I could commit if it’s you.” 

The way he says it, without that familiar teasing lilt of his, makes you burst out laughing. He really is trying to commit… to the bit, that is. For a moment, Satoru almost tricks you into thinking he’s serious. 

“You are so full of shit, Gojo.”

You’re focused on your work, not the momentary hurt look that disappears from his face as quickly as it came. 

“Don’t be such a pessimist.” He tells you. “I bet I could make you believe in love again.” 

“Who said I didn’t believe in love?” You frown at that. “I just don’t believe that the men in this city are capable of it.” 

“Bonus season is upon us.” Satoru says, suddenly having a bright idea. He’s so rich that his wealth seems to be an extension of himself, and like all other parts of his body and mind, he uses it to his advantage. 

“Ugh, don’t tell me this conversation is going to affect my bonus check. I really will go to HR, then.” 

“I’ll double your bonus pay if you let me court you for three months.”

“Court me?” You’re laughing at him again. He eats it up, savors it, lets it settle on his tongue and warm his insides. 

“If you’re so convinced I’d be horrible and only prove you right, wouldn’t you jump at the chance to make some easy money?” 

He’s trying to bait you into accepting; you know it. You also know that nothing from Gojo comes easy. He makes it entirely too convenient to forget that he’s razor sharp and cutthroat, the things he needs to be in order to remain on top of the finance scene, but he’s always joking, always teasing, that it feels like he almost doesn’t like being taken seriously. 

“Like I said, I don’t deal with men with commitment issues.”

There was a brief moment in time where you considered going out with Gojo. The two of you have always been rotating in the same social circles, way back to your high school and university days. You don’t shame him for having casual sex because Gojo is genuinely sweet when he wants to be, and you know that everyone he’s ever fucked has done so more than willingly, probably too eagerly. They all get broken up over the fact that Gojo never wants to actually enter into a relationship with them, and it’s probably because they chose not to take him seriously. He has a bad habit of spitting out the truth but presenting it like some sort of joke. A guy shouldn’t take you out to a nice dinner and make you cum twice before even thinking about himself if he doesn’t want a girl to fall in love with him. 

For as long as you’ve known Gojo, he’s never dated once. Never a high school sweetheart or a tumultuous college relationship bound for disappointment and a messy breakup. Even now, he doesn’t follow the example of the other men in positions of power like him, who pursue doe-eyed college girls to shower with affection and trap into manipulative relationships. 

He’s cute and funny and would treat you right, but you can’t deal with the embarrassment of having someone only for one night or two, only to have them do the same thing they did with you, just with someone else. It would feel like a mockery. Your pride doesn’t give you room to give in to Gojo’s charm.

“Is that really your only stipulation?” He shrugs, like this is something insignificant, and you’re being so silly. “I’ll stay committed to you for the entire duration of the bet.” 

You narrow your eyes. “You need to keep your dick wet at all times. I’m pretty sure you die if you don’t get off at least once a day.” 

Utahime coughs, but it sounds too much like a laugh. 

“True, but I bet you’d be great at keeping me alive.” 

Oh, he is definitely getting sent to HR.

“So you want me to believe in love, and you’re convinced you can do this by the time bonus season rolls around, which is only three months.” You’re entering business mode, rearranging the facts and coming up with strategies in your head. Satoru never thought that someone thinking could be so attractive, but here he is, and here you are. 

“I’ll agree to participate, but only if you can handle what I consider to be proper courting.”

“What does that consist of?” He’s got you, hook, line, and sinker. There’s nothing Satoru Gojo cannot accomplish. He’s built up his own wildly successful private equity firm, doubling his family’s fortune. He graduated top of his class. He gives every girl he’s ever been with consecutive, mind blowing orgasms using just his tongue and two fingers. There’s nothing you could possibly say that his natural talents and money can’t handle. 

“No sex. No kissing. No touching.” You lean back in your chair, looking far too smug. 

“Done.” 

He doesn’t even have to think about agreeing, but you falter, just for a second. 

“Really?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“It’s not just you saying no to sex with me, but sex in general.” You pause, trying to spot when the realization of the severity of his situation is. When he doesn’t give you a reaction, just still continuing to tilt his head in mild amusement, you continue. “You can’t flirt or take anyone else on a date, and you definitely can’t fuck them, either.” 

“Yes, I’m aware.” 

“You’re going to regret this.” You huff, certain that Gojo is dumber than you thought. He might think this is all fun and games now, but when he’s pent up and unable to get off, you’re certain you’re going to receive a text from him forfeiting the bet altogether. It shouldn’t bother you that he acts like your addition to the bet is easy, because his failure means your pockets get fatter, but it’s no fun playing games when someone isn’t ready to fully play to win.

“Hmm. We’ll see.” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Make sure to finish going over all the analysts’ slide decks because I’m taking you out tomorrow night.” 

The timer for the bet starts tomorrow, then.

Satoru thinks it’s cute that you thought you had him there, dangling sex like he’s some barbarian who can’t survive without it. Sure, fucking is fun, and sure, you’re definitely denying yourself of some of the greatest experiences you could have had, but he uses his brain more than his dick. 

If any girl is worth going celibate for, it’d be you.

Sitting in his office, he can’t concentrate on his work. He doesn’t know why it bothers him so much that you think not having access to your body would be enough to turn him away. Either you really do think he’s a sex addict, or the men you’ve been with aren’t as great as they appear to be. It’s probably a mixture of both, but this conclusion doesn’t make him any happier. 

Neither does having Suguru saunter into his office, without knocking. Just walks in, like he owns the place. And with his fifty-percent ownership of the firm, and his last name right next to Gojo’s on the building, he kind of does.

“HR is going to have a field day with you,” his best friend says in exchange for a greeting. Satoru would have preferred a hello.

“HR is in charge of the payroll that I fund,” is Satoru’s retort. 

“Only you would force an employee into a childish bet instead of asking her out like a normal person.”

“Didn’t force her.” Satoru conveniently doesn’t acknowledge the latter half of his statement.

“Didn’t really give her much choice, either.” Suguru smiles. “Shit, even I’d deal with your ass for two hundred grand more.” 

“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m committed to one woman only.” 

“God help her.” And then, after taking a second to think, Suguru continues. “Actually, if He really cared, He wouldn’t have kept leading her to the same places as you.” 

“Maybe I’m her blessing.” 

No one in the office knows why Suguru is laughing so hard behind Gojo’s closed door.

“There’s no way this is legal,” Utahime tells you, taking a sip out of her iced matcha latte before continuing on her half-lecture/half-rant. “Gojo needs to be behind bars.”

A bit dramatic, all things considered. It’s not like Gojo’s comments even make the list for sleazy things male coworkers have said to you before, and you’re not entirely innocent, either. You like to poke and prod at him because it’s fun, and you know that Gojo can take it. 

Utahime does not respect Gojo, but she does like him enough to tolerate him. They’re like brother and sister, so much so that one time, someone made an offhand comment about how they should just fuck to get rid of their antagonism towards each other, and they both threw up because they were so disgusted. 

“It is a bit inappropriate,” Nanami comments, and you know he’s right because when has Nanami ever been wrong?

Granted, Nanami must have been wrong sometime in his life. He started out with a similar background as everyone else working in the firm. He landed an internship and then a return offer in investment banking, despised it, pursued academia, and was halfway done with a PhD program in economics before he decided to come back and work for Gojo and Geto. He doesn’t tell anyone why he came back, and no one is close enough with him to ask and expect an honest answer.

Nanami having lunch with you is a treat because he prefers avoiding everyone in the office, so it almost feels like you’ve won a coveted prize, one to show off whenever you get back to the office. He likes to keep to himself, but even he’s only human. The interest in your little bet with Gojo is harbored by him, too, same as everyone else who’s heard about it. 

You should feel embarrassed about having your life so publicly known, but finance is a small, incestual pool. Everyone working within it knows each other, has fucked each other, and will continue to exclusively hate and love only each other. It’s a bit cultish, if you think about it, so you try not to focus on the social aspects of the job. 

“It’s not like I’m on his team or anything. I technically only handle deals managed by Geto.” You say this in defense of yourself, as if it changes the morality and ethics of the whole bet. It doesn’t, but the attempt doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Geto and Gojo are essentially two halves of the same whole.” Utahime replies. “Geto just has more public decency training.” 

“You’re telling me that you can see Geto betting someone that he can make her fall in love with him in three months?” 

“No. He’s not as audacious. I like Geto, he’s very cautious.” Nanami looks thoughtful for a second. “He would bet six months, just to be safe.” 

Satoru knows that he’s screwed the moment you’re being introduced as the newest student in his class. School started two weeks ago, so everything’s already been settled. Everything important, that is, so the hottest girl in class has been established, along with who’s going to be relentlessly bullied, and who everyone is going to cheat off of. He has different routes mapped out for getting to class, depending on his mood and who he’s trying to avoid, along with a new secret hiding spot that he’s not going to share with anyone, except for Suguru, and maybe Shoko. 

He likes that he’s already gotten all this shit dealt with so he can spend the rest of the year relaxing, but he’s watching you as you’re standing in front of the class, talking to the teacher and then introducing yourself.

The first thing he notices is that the ugly school uniforms are decidedly not ugly. He comes to this startling conclusion when the boxy, starchy white button-up shirt doesn’t look like cardboard on you, and that the gray wool of your skirt doesn’t wash you out. 

The next thing he notices is that you speak differently than any of the other teenage girls he’s dealt with, save for Utahime and Shoko. Shoko has no issue with speaking her mind, and if Satoru presses enough buttons with enough pressure, he can get Utahime to curse like a sailor. He spaces his aggressions out accordingly, so that way when she does blow up in his face, she does it in the presence of an adult. You introduce yourself confidently; there is nothing shy or meek about you, even though standing in front of a bunch of disinterested teens — your strange new peers for the rest of your high school years — should be anxiety inducing. 

Then, you take the empty seat next to him like it belongs to you, and Satoru is starting to think that maybe it does, that maybe it always has. 

(Well, Suguru is sick today, that’s why the seat was available.)

Anyway, all of his carefully laid out plans are now tossed out the window. He needs to figure out what route you take to get around, and what the rest of your class schedule looks like, and maybe it’s just him, but the former hottest girl in school has now been demoted to second-best. 

He feels a shift in the air, like the universe is trying to signal major change in his life, and rather than run away from it, Satoru settles into his seat, noticing how you’re not even giving him the time of day. 

There’s an unfamiliar feeling rising inside of him; something that says you’re going to constantly knock him off-balance and—

—he kinda likes it.

[ronearoundblindly]

:peers out the window:

hey is that your bf sitting on the stoop?

(ok ignore that there are people in the background)

Ransom Drysdale x rich!reader from The Root of All Ransom

Warnings for--act shocked 😮--cursing and an argument (fluffy). WC short, maybe ~500

You've left dinner simmering on the stove to check for where your fiancé's gone off to.

He's outside, hunched over in the cold on the brick stairs leading to his wooded backyard.

Ransom rarely looks contemplative, but there he is, spinning his pinky ring and staring like he could melt it down by thought alone.

"Hugh," you call as you slink through the sliding door, "everything okay?"

Ran pulls a sharp breath through his nose and sits up.

"Fine."

That's a bit too dismissive for you.

"What's wrong with your hand? Does it hurt?"

With a shake of his head, he scrunches his nose and lift his palm higher.

"I think it's gonna feel weird." He spreads his fingers and pinches them back together. "Not gonna work side-by-side."

"What isn't?" you ask, sitting down beside him.

Ran just sighs and looks off into the trees. "A wedding band."

The man perpetually loathes change, and it's become your default to assure him very little ever will. Doing the average thing is boring. Ransom hates to be bored or boring. He always needs control over his appearance, too.

"If it bothers you that much then don't get one."

His head snaps up as you continue.

"It's just a ring, Hugh, and you know that if you ever cheat on me, I'll just have Dubois kill you," you shrug, a playful glint in your eye, hoping to make Ran laugh. "I'm sure he'd even do it for free."

Eyes angry and frowning, Ran scoffs. "He and I reached an agreement of mutual indifference...and I'm getting a fucking wedding ring."

Ok, so it's your turn to laugh instead.

"It's not funny. We're getting married, and I'm gonna have a fucking ring!" The bite in his tone is dead serious and utterly hilarious.

"Yeah, makes sense."

"Why would I not wear the goddamn ring?" he snaps. "You fucking better."

You have to tuck your lip into your teeth to stop smiling. "It sounded like you didn't want to."

His arms shoot out, chest broad and wide open, aghast. "You asked what I was thinking about, so I fucking told you."

"It's okay to be nervous, honey--"

"I'm not nervous," he barks.

"--because there's a lot going on right now. I get it--"

"I was just thinking--" he rips the pinky ring off his hand and shows you the chunky gold emblem "--I'd have to get this little piece of shit resized, for fuck's sake, not that I wouldn't want to wear a goddamn wedding ring! What the fuck, woman?"

You have to cover your mouth and snort, tearing up in amusement at his ire.

"Sorry," you wheeze, "you looked so serious. I thought--oh wow--I thought you--you're so dramatic." It ends on a cackle you can't hold back.

Ran's brow furrows.

"It's a practical concern."

You fail to compose yourself.

"I'm serious," he repeats. "It's a perfectly legitimate train of thou--why are you still laughing? Stop!"

You wipe your face to help relax your muscles and do as he asks.

"I know," you whisper. "I get it, Hugh. I do."

Of course, his eyes remain fixed on you suspiciously, especially when your hands cup his rosy cheeks.

"So sentimental," you coo.

"It was a normal idea I was thinking through, goddamn it."

You hiss and cluck your tongue. "Ouch, that must have hurt."

"Hardy fuckin' har," Ran gripes, swatting away your hands and shuffling to bully you into his lap, one of your feet landing on each of the steps, his arms wrapping your waist in a bruising hug.

You keep smiling at him while carding through his hair.

"Sentimental," you observe softly.

Ransom presses himself into your unscarved and bare throat, muttering "bitch" with the utmost appreciation.

You kiss the top of his head before burying your chilly fingers beneath the neck of his thick sweater.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

He grips you even tighter.

You two stay like that for a long time, which is fine, because dinner needs to simmer.

::very, very, very long evil laugh::

((I always feel like I should skip tags for really short stuff, ugh. IDK yet.))

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[mahi-wayy]

Bitch dont tell me you haven't done a headcanon for our boy naidu!!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 | 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑼

• General • Romantic [both. sfw and nsfw]

A/n : seriously how did I miss him-

I - GENERAL

he is everything 😭

that was dramatic because so is everything in his life.

the official babysitter of the elites.

anger issues. he was so prone to violent episodes from his childhood.

became calmer over the time.

you know that one person who you befriend for work and then the person refuses to leave you alone at any cost? that's prince and his dynamic.

he is SO DONE with the amount of bullshit decisions the actor makes in a week nevermind a month or god forbid a year.

him and lara share a clint-natasha type of relationship.

he met her under a job. she was blackmailing the son of a politician under desperation and he ended up helping her out instead of beating her up or something and she stuck by him since then.

she is not in love with him she is gay my dudes but she will break your face if you even breathe wrong in his direction.

sirini is more on the big brother side since he was the one to help him grab the hold of things when he started.

always breaking up petty bickering between sirini and lara.

had nightmares for longest time until he developed insomnia. especially of naga coming out of prison to kill him.

now coming to topic that makes like 80% of his personality. the trauma.

was the 'good. sensible. responsible.' kid growing up.

naga just about always left him to deal with brothers, sister and mother.

developed a practical-problem solving thinking very early in his life.

has bad anxiety, self worth issues and depression.

his anxiety/panic attacks are of the worst kind. he hates them.

had one after he confronted naga in tej's studio that night.

can't sleep most of time so he drinks in hopes of passing out. this worked out well until he built a tolerance for alcohol.

his depressive episodes include him sitting in one place and literally getting stuck in his own mind.

he is obsessed with training in gym and getting better at fighting because he will die before he lets anyone die from his family again or let someone harm them in anyway.

panics when things don't go his way.

when he panics he gets violent.

cheated because he was backed into a corner, not saying it was not wrong, saying he was pretty much angered to do it and isn't the type to cheat.

can't eat a lot at once. he gets sick since he grew up eating less to let his siblings and mother have his share mostly.

crashes at tej's studio more than his other apartment.

that apartment is for when he is going through it can't pretend to be okay infront of everyone anymore.

was unfazed when he killed someone for the first time.

his most brutal kill is him beating a man to death with bare hands.

doesn't even try to see eye to eye with arjun let alone naga.

TRUST ISSUES.

selective mutisim as trauma response.

II - ROMANTIC

won't make the first move because issues.

wouldn't trust the person 'loving' him.

actions over words.

talks less but loves to listen to his partner yapping

expensive gifts.

regular in home dates.

can and does cook for his partner.

when he can he sleeps as the big spoon.

NSFW

definitely a dom.

being soft or rough totally depends on his mood.

loves eating his partner out. can do it for hours on end.

likes tying them up.

loves overestimulating them.

isn't very vocal but does growl and groan.

sensitive neck and thighs.

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tags : @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl @vijayasena @voidsteffy @jkdaddy01 @rambheem-is-real @allari-ammayi @mellaga-karagani @ulaganayagi @ahamasmiyodhah

[lovejosephquinn]

Okay let’s do something fluffy? I mean you *can* make it smutty, I wouldn’t be mad about it heheheh

But I’m wondering how a situation would go where we are upset with Joe cause we had a dream where he cheated on us 😒 cause how could he do that to us?? He’s so wrong for that.

I could have so much fun with this. Okay let's go @mybffjoe I'm ready for this 👀

A fluff and smut combination because why not bye. Under 18's DNI. x

You know when dreams feel like reality? That shit hurts, especially when they aren't good ones. You woke up to your alarm blaring at the side of your bed, gladly leaning up to turn it off, you looked to the side of you, Joe stirring and dragging you back down so that he could spoon you from behind. You wriggled out of his grasp in a huff and shut your eyes to try and rid yourself of the heartache that had overcome you in such a short space of time.

Joe spoke up in a dazed tone, still half asleep and just wanting that little extra longer next to you; he had no idea. "Everything okay, beautiful?"

You ignored him. You knew you were being childish, but a dream like that would have you in a mood for the rest of the day if it wasn't resolved quickly, although it was apparent you weren't quite ready to speak to him just yet.

"Y/N?" He slid himself further along to reach you again, you were almost rolling off the side of the bed the closer he got but you didn't care about comfort in this moment in time, especially from the likes of him, you were too busy being mad.

"No." you replied bluntly, your mouth pressed into a firm line, no emotion into the entirety of your features, you folded your arms against your chest, curling up into a ball.

Joe leaned up propping against his elbow, staring into the back of your head. "I figured. What's the matter? Our day only started two minutes ago, you were fine when we went to bed last night."

You pouted. "I was fine until I found those texts on your phone."

"Excuse me?" Joe's voice raised in surprise.

"Those texts and then that blonde girl who you told me you were leaving me for, that she'd be able love you more than I ever possibly could, then after you'd left you text me telling me you'd come back for your stuff."

Joe shook his head at you, realising quickly that you were referring to a dream, or rather a nightmare. He attempted to pull you towards him, to turn you onto your back so he could at least get a look at your feeling sorry for yourself state but your body turned into stone, you wouldn't budge.

"Baby. Did you by chance have a silly bad dream?"

"Wasn't so silly when I was crying for you on the floor." You protested highly against his words.

"It wasn't real." He decided to put his full weight on the side of your arm, leaning over to you so he could just see yours.

"Felt real and little miss blondie certainly made it feel real."

Joe sniggered at you a little, knowing full well it wasn't the time to laugh but he couldn't help but feel like you were being a little bit over dramatic in your absolute childlike behaviour.

You turned over onto your back in the instant you heard his breathy chuckle. "Joe it's not funny! You cheated on me."

"Correction, dream Joe cheated on you. Again, it wasn't real. You know I only love you, I would never do anything like that."

"Well I don't like dream Joe." You muttered, your eyes finally meeting his and he could immediately see the heartbreak in your watery eyes.

"How about I go into your dreams tonight, sort of like a parallel universe and I give dream Joe a telling off and make him apologise and force him to understand what he'd be losing." Joe cupped your face with his hand, it fit perfectly around your jaw and cheek, his thumb stroking away the stray tear that fell from your eyelid.

"That would be fantastic. Still hurts though."

"It will hurt. It's not my fault though so don't hate the real me."

"Make it up to me for him for now then." You stuck your bottom lip out at him, your eyelashes wet from beginning to sob.

"Gladly." Joe tilted inward, planting a few small, slow kisses onto your lips. His other hand holding onto your hip as he tilted over you slightly more, almost caging you between himself and the bed.

"Better?" He kept himself inches away from your face, taking in every skin cell on your face admiring the way it shimmered from the tears.

"No, I need a few more."

Joe cracked an award winning toothy grin, he wouldn't say no to that. "You got it, pretty girl."

He pushed his lips further onto yours this time, the pressure between you felt desperate and needy, but the way he could make you feel desired just from that one gesture, made you feel all the more better. You began to smile a little into the kiss, taking your hand to the back of him, gripping onto his messy, untamed bedhead.

Joe broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, slightly out of breath, soft lips feeling puffy from the heated moment.

"I think I detected a smile out of you my love, was that better?"

"Much. Are you sure there's no blondie?" You were kidding this time.

Joe pondered your question quite theatrically, staring up to the wall as if he had to think about it. "Wait I'm sure she had shaved sides and a bright pink mohawk." You slapped the back of his head a little harsh, your heart rutting from his sarcastic demeanour snapped your smile right away from you.

He scrunched his face at the sting from the palm of your hand. "Baby! I'm joking."

"Better fucking be Quinn. Now you've really got to make it up to me." You showed a sulky face,

"How long have I got?" He questioned quickly.

You reached up to glance at your phone. "20 minutes."

"Perfect." Joe peppered kisses from your forehead, down to your nose, both your cheeks, onto your lips - stopping there a little longer just so because he was dying to get another taste of your tongue dancing around his, then moving down to your jawline and eventually leaving sloppy tongued kisses on your neck. The wound up feeling had disappeared, what a surprise. That's just the hold Joe had on you, especially when he embraced you this way. You began whimpering slightly when his hand left your hip to caress your nipple in-between his fingers.

"And what are you going to do for those next 20 minutes?" You muttered, biting down onto your lip as you watched him move his mouth down to replace where his fingers were busy. It was pretty clear what he was up too. Taking a slurp onto your hardening bud, his brown eyes watched your face mirror his, falling into a state of both lust and love for one another.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you with one of the many ways I know how."

"Which way is that?" You knew, you just wanted to hear it.

"Honestly?" He he smirked.

"Yes, honestly. Which way?" Your eyes burned into his skull.

Joe didn't reply, he was just ready to show you. Kissing his way down so he laid at the bottom of the bed in-between your thighs which obeyed to open up as if by magic by the time he'd got to them. He gripped at your waist vigourously, pulling you up and shoving his face straight into your cunt, shaking his face and slurping against your slit. A loud moan erupted from your mouth, the mix of your juice and his saliva had him humming into your folds and his cock raging to be inside of you. Latching his lips straight onto your clit, you felt him suck relentlessly at it, his tongue flickering over it, making every ounce of your body twitch.

Coming up for air, Joe licked his lips slowly, savouring the taste he enjoyed so much. "This way and then when I've made you cum all over my tongue; once I'm done with that maybe once or twice, we'll see what my cock has to say."

[leegemma]

i love your fics so so so much! could you do lee!hyunjin and ler!minho with prompts 3, 8, 40, and 59?

Thank you for your request, I'm sorry if it turned out a little messy, I wrote this one really late at night haha. I really didn't know how to finish this one but I Hope you like it!

Enjoy :)

3 - aww, you're blushing!

8 -  “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

40 -  “come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!”

59 -  “you’ll never live this down.”

-------------------------------------------------------When stray kids were invited to do the famous lie detector test, Hyunjin thought it would be fun and interesting. He definitely didn't think it would end like it did.

"And lastly we have a question for our Hyunjin! Do you actually hate it when we give you physical touch?" Chan read up the last question from the little cards he had.

Hyunjin looked confused. "I mean, what kind of physical touch?"

"Just like, when we hug you I guess." Chan shrugged.

"Or I hold your hand randomly." Felix suggested.

"Or when I just stick to you~" Changbin joined in.

"Or when I hold you down and tickle you." Lee know shrugged, trying to bite back a smirk.

Hyunjin froze, he was hoping somone else will jump in now. He almost sighed in relief when Han opened his mouth, until-

"Wait that one is actually interesting."

Oh good god.

"Uhm... which one?" please not minho's. Please not minho's. Please not minh-

"Minho hyung's."

The members all looked at Hyunjin in anticipation,  and so he had no choice but to answer the question...

"I- uhm... no, i- I hate it." Hyunjin crossed his arms protectively,  trying to cheat the lie detector by attempting to trick his brain. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

"Lie." The guy checking his results (no idea what to call him.) Yelled out.

All the members were clapping and cooing excitedly. Hyunjin looked down shyly, hiding his face in his hands. When he felt brave enough, Hyunjin took one look at Lee know and then looked away again when he found the older one smirking at him.

The members finished off the interview by saying their goodbyes getting up and getting ready to leave. Hyunjin was still extremely embarrassed,  now not only his memebrs would know, but so would the entire world in just a few hours! It didn't really help when Han came up to him.

With a laugh, the younger boy said. “You’ll never live this down.”

Hyunjin growled something back at him and left with the rest of the members, making sure to sit as far away from the members (especially lee know) as he could when they entered the van driving them home.

Lee know noticed how hard Hyunjin was trying to avoid him, but only smiled at the effort, knowing he'll find the right time to torture Hyunjin with this new found information.

As the boys got back to the dorm Hyunjin was the first to leave the van, and the first to go into the dorm. He went to his room and closed the door, laying down on his bed, face burried in his pillows. The other members went to shower, eat, or just straight up crashed on their beds.

After a while of being alone in his room, Hyunjin heard a knock on the door. 'Here we go...'  He thought.

"Yah, it's me. Open up!"

Of course it had to be Lee know. "What do you want?"

"Just let me in!"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "The door is open."

Lee know threw the door open and walked over to Hyunjin's bed. He saw the boy sitting with his face burried in the pillows and sat right next to him on the bed.

"Oh come on, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm not!" Hyunjin complained.

"Oh of course you're not, my bad." Lee know teased, frowning when Hyunjin didn't even chuckle. "Hyunjin."

No answer.

"Hyunjin..."

Nothing.

"Hyun."

Crickets.

"HYUNJIN!" Lee know yelled with a poke to the younger boy's side.

A flinch.

"Ah, so you are alive after all. I was really starting to doubt that." Hyunjin kept throwing random pokes while speaking.

"H-hey! Sthahap..." Hyunjin broke into giggles.

"Are you mad?" Lee know questioned.

"I dohohont knhohow..." And it was true. Hyunjin was still trying to figure that out for himself.

"You don't know? Maybe I should help you understand what happened today better. See..." Lee know flipped Hyunjin around so that he lays on his back, and then brought his arms up next to his head. Telling him to keep them up only using his eyes. Lee know then lifted Hyunjin's shirt a bit, tracing slow circles around his belly button, the circles getting smaller and smaller. "By telling us how you feel today... now we all know that you like it, and we won't be afraid to do it to you even more than we already do~"

Hyunjin blushed. That did sound awsome, and also extremely terrifying. "But it's not just you guys! It's also stays... and everyone else, they will think it's so weird... and so do you guys..."

Lee know rolled his eyes. "Will you stop that? I can promise you nobody thinks its weird. Its adorable." He shrugged, starting on his circles again after hearing what Hyunjin had to say, causing the younger to jumped and almost bring his hands down.

"Dohohont- sthahap lyhihing!" Hyunjin fought himself to keep his hands up.

"I'm not lying! And also, you know you're happy it's out!"

It was as if Lee know could read his mind. "Ihihm nohohot!"

"Are too~" Lee know dipped his finger into Hyunjin's belly button,  causing the other to squeal and put his hands over Lee know's as an instinct.

Lee know glared at him. "You being those arms down one more time, see what happens."

Hyunjin was laughing too hard to even answer, as Lee know was now kneading his sides.

"STAHAHAP!" Or don't Hyunjin begged.

"I'll stop when you admit you're happy your secret is out."

"I DOHOHONT LIHEHE" more like, 'I don't want you to stop.'

Lee know chuckled. "Your choice." He started going around Hyunjin's neck and ears lightly, causing cute hiccups and giggles from the younger boy.

"I caahhant!"

"Oh have some faith in yourself. You can do anything." Lee know encouraged as he moved down to Hyunjin's hips, getting bored of playing nice.

"G- GAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOHOHOHO" Hyunjin brought his arms down, shrieking in surprise when Lee know immediately brought them up again quickly, then repositioned himself so that he was now sitting on Hyunjin's wrists.

"IHIHIM GOHOHONA DIHIHIEEEEE-"

“come on, quit being stubborn and admit it!” Lee know laughed along with him.

Hyunjin let out a particularly cute squeal when Lee know dug into his armpits. "NAHAHAHAHA"

"You're so adorable!" Lee know grinned.

Hyunjin turned as red a tomato. "THHIHIHIS IS WEHIHRD"

"aww, you're blushing!" Lee know giggled, then turned serious. "This is not weird. I'm telling you Hyunjin, we all think it's adorable."

"YOUHU- LIAR!" Hyunjin accused.

Lee know rolled his eyes again. "Just listen to me for a second, but prepare yourself because it's gonna be sappy. We all love you anyways Hyunjin, and we couldn't find this weird even if we tried. The same thing about our fan's and everyone else you're worried about. This really isn't such a big deal."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAH" Was Hyunjin's answer.

“can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!” Lee know scolded, shaking his hands into Hyunjin' ribs.

"IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!!!" The boy was in hysterics.

"That's not what u want to hear~" The older taunted.

"F-FINE! IHIHIM HAHAHPPY!"

"Really? So glad to hear that! Why are you happy?" Lee know brought one hand all the way down to Hyunjin's thigh, the other managing to stay on his ribs. All the while still sitting behind Hyunjin' head.

"IHIHM HAHAPPY MYHYHY SECRET IHIHS OUHUT!"

Lee know stopped his torture and moved up to awkwardly pet Hyunjin's hair. "Are you okay?"

Hyunjin looked away. "More than okay..."

Lee know smiled, pulling out his phone to look at when ot kept vibrating with notifications. His smile only widened as he kept scrolling on his phone.

"What?" Hyunjin asked curiositly.

Lee know turned the phone down to where Hyunjin was still laying and kept scrolling down. "The video just came out, look at the comments."

'Best part of the video is Hyunjin liking physical touch. He's so 😫'

'HYUNJIN IS SO CUTE OMG'

'just when you think Hyunjin couldn't get any more adorable...'

'The glances between Lee know and Hyunjin, I just know Feret boy got wrecked when they got home 😭💚'

The comments just kept going, Hyunjin smile turned into a grin as he kept reading through them. When he was finally done he turned the phone back to Lee know. "Maybe it is okay."

"Of course it is." Lee know huffed and ruffled Hyunjin's hair affectionately.

Just then, the door opened up to reveal all the other members, who looked as shocked as Lee know and Hyunjin.

"Felix you were supposed to hold the door closed!" Seungmin scolded.

"It wasn't me! Jeongin slipped!" Felix pointed at I.N, who growled.

"Oh right. Blame the youngest! So fair!"

As they all continued to argue, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly, making them all turn around to him. "Right... what are you all doing here?"

"We came to see if you were okay because you were quiet on the rode home, but then we heard you laughing and we heard Lee know hyung's voice. So we just decided to wait so we can also come be with you." Felix explained as he ran up to hug Hyunjin. The other members following closely, pulling the two boy's into a group hug on the bed.

"You know we don't think it's weird at all, right?" Chan made sure.

"Yeah... thank you." Hyunjin nodded.

"Of course. It's really not a big deal, okay?" Changbin nodded back.

"Yeah I see that now." Hyunjin replied,  melting to the feeling of the group hug.

"Should we stay like that-" felix started.

"No." Lee know cut him off, leaving the hug.

"Get back in there." Han commanded. "You love physical touch just as much as Hyunjin does."

"HANNIE!" talk about betrayal.

All heads slowly turned to look at Lee know.

"Ohhh... you guys didn't know? Lee know lovesss tickles..."

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at Lee know. " I did wonder why you brought it up in the first place..."

Lee know crossed his arms, deciding to just accept his fate.

"Say Hyunjin... how would you feel about some revenge?" Chan questioned.

"Why I would love that!" Hyunjin answered excitedly.

And there they go right back to where they started...

[ladysophiebeckett]

One of the biggest reasons people sympathize with Marcela is Natalia Ramirez’s acting. I was watching a comparison video between ysblf and lfmb and Elizabeth Alvarez fumbled a couple of scenes were Marcia’s vulnerable side shows up. For instance, one of the times that Armando rejects her, Marcela is crying in silence right next to him. Marcia, on the other hand, is just staring off into the distance without crying and Fernando is not there next to her. It doesn’t have the same impact. Not saying it was the actress’ fault. The director played a huge role on how it was portrayed. Also, when you have the actress defend her part constantly and referring to Betty as the true villain, it’s bound to make an impression with the audience. Especially when ysblf is still huge in streaming. I know lfmb was a major hit for Televisa and has many fans, but it can’t compare to the reach the original continues to have. So there’s a lot of people in the fandom with different takes.

But I agree with you. If you are gonna defend a character, you can also talk about their flaws. Marcela didn’t just hate Betty for hiding Armando’s mistresses or being the other woman or for her part in the financial mess. She hated her way before that and wanted her out of Ecomoda ever since she first set a foot in there. Stole her work, treated her horribly, and the list goes on and on.

When people say that Marcela was always there for Armando like that’s a good thing? It would be different it was like being there for a friend who is having a rough time. But when you are taking about being always there for someone who cheated on you over and over, endangered your family’s business, and is in love with someone else? How is it a good thing to be always there to pick up the pieces? Forget about the pieces, she was collecting crumbs and was happy with that.

I understand appreciating excellent performances and complex and very human characters. But it’s a different thing to make them out to be flawless and completely innocent. I love your thoughts, you have very nuanced takes and those are hard to find 🫶

Re Ramirez (marcela) vs Alvarez's (marcia) acting: bc lfmb decided to copy the Ecomoda Spin off Sitcom style (bc they did and that's a future post blah blah blah), they do not make space for marcia's dramatic moments. they soften the character a lot in the mexican adaptation. characters are not as mean to lety as they are in the original. the direction of lfmb is so different and in some scenes it's bad. (or rather the set design is bad).

On one hand, yes I think Ramirez is a better actress than Alvarez bc I think Alvarez suffers from 'I have blue eyes look at me Condition'. But also, she's not given anything to work with or anyone to work off of. Camil does not give her enough to work with but again, the directors are not asking them to give what was given in Ysblf. It's a vicious circle but its much easier to blame the directors.

Back to Ramirez, I've come across a handful of her interviews and yes she's def said some stuff and some I agree with and some I do not. It's her character at the end of the day, but she's looking at it fm her character's pov and not what is seen on the screen. I get that she probably did not like being called a villain, so again, I understand the need to defend her but...the text is clear that Marcela is a manipulative and classist person. Great acting is done on her part to show the vulnerable side but it doesn't justify the character's actions.

She hated her way before that and wanted her out of Ecomoda ever since she first set a foot in there. Stole her work, treated her horribly, and the list goes on and on.

Nobody ever wants to discuss how Marcela is a misogynist. She hated Betty on sight bc of her appearance, her class, her education, her sex. To quote Armando, if Betty was a man Marcela would have no issue. Like, it wasn't just that Betty was in the way of Patricia getting the job. She had it out for her before Betty did anything.

There's an old Ramirez interview where she talks about how Ysblf is the traditional Cinderella telenovela but remixed to modern day. Betty is Cinderella--kind, loving, poor and shunned to her little office. Except she is not beautiful like Cinderella, and the ugly step sisters are Marcela and Patricia except they're beautiful, rich and cruel. And obviously Armando, who Betty idealizes as Prince Charming but is actually far more complex. I think if today's fans realized this, they would get their shit together and realize that Betty isn't a villain in her own story.

When people say that Marcela was always there for Armando like that’s a good thing? It would be different it was like being there for a friend who is having a rough time. But when you are taking about being always there for someone who cheated on you over and over, endangered your family’s business, and is in love with someone else? How is it a good thing to be always there to pick up the pieces? Forget about the pieces, she was collecting crumbs and was happy with that.

People that say that believe that Armando owed her and that he did not appreciate her. Mind you, when it's found out that he lost their family's company and he was in the dumps, he did not ask her to stand by him. He did not ask her to be there for him. She chose to be there for him (at his lowest) and then held it against him like she does with everything. She has the ability to alienate him from his own parents. She could have called Margarita to help her with her own son but she doesn't. Marcela was desperate to hold on to any part of him just to say she had him. It didn't matter to her if he loved her or not bc in her mind, she put in the work and therefore deserved him.

Marcela was never there for Armando for his own benefit. It was always for hers. Marcela is a complex characters like Armando, but her complexity doesn't absolve her of any wrongdoing. Also, she had no self respect. Like, stand up girl. That man does not love you.

[vrisrezis]

hey y’all more geto song fic

Song is mr perfectly fine by Taylor swift

Slight gojo x reader (again) because yea I like pain everywhere

Also nsfw (reader is dom/top) reader doesn’t have a specified gender but definitely has a dick so amab LMFAO

Kinda cheating on gojo but not really cuz they’re just fwb that go on some dates (but not officially dating) so eeee lol

Mr. “Perfect face”

Mr. “Here to stay”

Mr. “Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away”

He was perfect.

Maybe you were being dramatic, surely you must be. Nobody’s perfect after all. Maybe you were so blinded by love, it was what you truly believed. Even if he teased you, he never went too far, never said anything he knew you were sensitive about. And if he ever did, he apologized. He was kind, he listened to you vent, he made you smile, he made you laugh.

He promised you the world. He promised you he’d never leave you, and naturally you believed him. You don’t think you were stupid to believe him. You think that at the time, he had meant it. There had been so many times you had pushed him away in fear of loving him, in fear you’d end up hurt again.

And he backed up his words everytime, even when you were so cruel he was so kind. He still was there for you even when you hurt him. And eventually, because of his dedication and his loyalty, you let him in.

Everything was right.

Mr. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life”

Mr. “Every single day until the end, I will be by your side”

It felt right to let him in. For the first time in your life you didn’t feel guilt for doing so. You never once doubted his love, his loyalty. You trusted him whole heartedly. And you don’t think you were wrong to do so, even now.

Because at the time, he had not planned on betraying that trust.

At the time, it felt as though you had finally found the one. You typically don’t believe in that stuff, but he made it feel like it was real. Like soulmates were real. He was meant to be yours and you were meant to be his.

You were young, but you knew you were in love.

You stupidly thought you’d be together for the rest of your days.

But that was when I got to know Mr. “change of heart”

Mr. “Leaves me all alone” I fall apart

And then, everything changed. Getou Suguru, the man you loved, betrayed the jujutsu sorcerers, including yourself. Killing an entire village that included his own parents.

The man that claimed the strong should always protect the weak, the man that claimed he loved humanity, the man that claimed all that death and destruction is meaningless, it felt gross thinking about it now. What had changed?

You didn’t know, you almost didn’t care.

He leaves, without much of a goodbye. The last time you see him, gojos yelling at him as he walks away.

You fail to miss the hurt in his eyes as he sees you glare at the sight of him, before turning away from the both of them, as if not wanting to watch the two of them any longer.

He fails to miss how much he destroyed you that day.

It takes everything in me just to get up each day

But it’s wonderful to see that you’re okay

Getou eventually starts his own cult. Continuing with his new life, without you in it. He seems to have moved on from you. It hasn’t been too long, but you haven’t been able to be yourself. You know Gojo isn’t much better, but at least he can function as a human being.

You can barely get out of bed anymore.

You sleep the whole day away despite the fact you went to bed as early as 8. You’ve come to understand that this is just one of the signs of depression. You hate what getou has turned you into.

Gojo visits a lot, trying to be there for you. You wish you could be there for him, but he tells you not to worry about it.

Hello, Mr. “Perfectly fine”

How’s your heart after breaking mine?

You bitterly wonder how he’s doing. If he ever thinks of you the way you think of him.

You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to trust anyone again. You want to. But you just don’t think you can, especially not so soon.

Maybe a part of you just misses being able to confide in someone.

Mr. “Always at the right place at the right time”

Baby

Hello Mr. “casually cruel”

Mr “everything revolves around you”

You finally find it in you to take on missions for jujutsu sorcery again. You’re strong, but even Yaga knows given your mental state you should not be taking on big time curses.

Just when you think, maybe you’ll be okay, even if only a little, he shows up.

You don’t even know why he’s here but it cannot possibly be good.

You don’t even know if you should talk to him, but you decide against it, as you notice the blood on his cheeks. Human blood.

How self centered do you have to be, to seriously think it’s okay to kill innocent people?

You feel sick.

I’ve been Ms. “misery” since your goodbye

And you’re Mr. “perfectly fine”

You’ve been holed up in your room, miserable. While your ex boyfriend has been happily ruining and ending lives.

What was it even all for?

Mr. “Never told you why”

Mr. “Never had to see me cry”

He never saw you in absolute disarray, the pain and grief you had to deal with. Losing your boyfriend in such a heartbreaking way. He never saw you struggle. He didn’t even see you the day you saw him. Perhaps you wanted to pretend you never saw him, because it would be at a cost of his safety. Or maybe you were scared of him. Even you weren’t sure what it was.

He didn’t even tell you why he left. You had to have gojo tell you. You didn’t get to confront him. Maybe you were just too scared to. Who knows.

But eventually, he finds you. He’s the one to confront you. And for a moment you feel terrified.

So it was really fear that allowed you to let him go, after all.

Mr. “Insincere apology so he doesn’t look like the bad guy”

He goes about his day

Forgets he ever even heard my name

He apologizes. But you both know he doesn’t mean it.

“I’m sorry.” he says blankly, you get the feeling he thinks he owes you an apology, despite the words not meaning anything.

There’s truth held to it, but you know what he’s apologizing for isn’t what he’s sorry about. He does not feel bad about killing those people, you’re not sure what he’s really sorry about.

But then he leaves.

You see him on occasion, in public, you see him with people you’ve never seen before. You assume, members of his cult.

He notices you, but never acknowledges you. Like you’re a complete stranger to him.

Well, I thought you might be different than the rest,

Guess you’re all the same

You thought he was special. Trust worthy. You’re one true love. But you suppose you were wrong.

More than that, you were stupid and young. You start to wonder what you even liked about him to begin with. Maybe you’re angry, bitter, upset, all of it at once. But you don’t know what you ever liked about him to begin with.

Your thoughts of him eventually become pure anger towards him, and nothing else.

‘Cause I hear he’s got his arm ‘round a brand new girl

I’ve been picking my heart, he’s been picking up her

You see him again, from a distance. You wonder why you haven’t killed him yet. He’s strong, but you’re strong too. You could always kill him. You are the second strongest, along with him, after all.

You’ve been trying so hard to mend your heart back together, but it feels impossible with how much you think about him.

You consider your options, think about how you should end his life, before you see them.

Two little girls.

And that’s when you realize, he has kids. Where the hell did he get them?

All this time you’ve been miserable, because of his absence, his betrayal, his lack of care towards you. And he’s already moving on with his new life while you’re still thinking about your old one?

It’s not fair.

And I never got past what you put me through

But it’s wonderful to see that it never fazed you

You could never quite get over it. Couldn’t quite get over him. You want to, especially when he seems so unbothered. But it’s hard.

So many times you’ve thought about giving up. So many times you’ve thought about trying to just live a life of normalcy, away from the jujutsu world.

But thoughts always come back to getou, the idea he’d kill you because you were now a normie.

Or the idea that maybe you could change his mind, selfish and stupid, but you still hoped to have him back into your life, normally.

But in the end, he doesn’t care. Not really. He’s set on his beliefs, he’d leave whoever he had to in order to succeed with his goals.

Hello Mr. “perfectly fine”

How’s your heart after breaking mine?

Did he ever care? You think he did. He just changed. That’s what people do. They change. Of course they do. You wonder if it was just a matter of time before this would happen. Everyone you’ve ever known had betrayed you one way or another. Used you, lied you you, mistrusted you. It always comes back to this.

You end up alone, hurt and betrayed, wondering why you keep continuing this cycle of trusting and loving people. Your heart is broken, once again. You must mend yourself back together, once again. You must build back up your walls, once again.

Mr. “Always at the right place at the right time”

Baby

Hello, Mr. “casually cruel”

Mr. “Everything revolves around you”

You would encounter him again, and for once it was when you could not back down from a fight. There was a young boy you needed to protect, a boy your ex was set on killing. Or perhaps, using. Getou liked playing the waiting game with this boy, it seemed. An arm wrapped around his shoulder, you walked behind the two. You cleared your throat.

He turns his head and sees you. He gives you a smirk, but there’s a sudden softness in his eyes upon realizing it’s you that you for once, notice. You hate how it makes your heart race. Your gaze does not soften like his does, though.

He gives a close eyed smile.

“Y/n! Long time no see!”

you grit you teeth at how casual he’s suddenly being with you.

Does he seriously think he’s going to get his way? You give gojo too much credit. Your king lost love certainly has an ego.

I’ve been Ms “misery” since your goodbye

And you’re Mr. “perfectly fine”

You’re still miserable. But you ultimately decide you need to move forward, if he has, why can’t you?

You feel guilty upon doing so. Not because you’re betraying getou, rather, you feel as though you’re betraying gojo. Leading him on. You haven’t moved on, your treating him like a rebound. He is a rebound. You don’t love him. But you tell yourself you do.

It’s like you try to completely replace getou with him. You take satoru to the same places you used to take suguru, you start to flirt and tease him the same way you used to flirt and tease suguru. The difference? You always fuck satoru on his stomach. You don’t hold his hands, you don’t want to look at him. You never touch his hair, because you’re hyper aware of the fact it’s significantly shorter. When he sucks you, you never look at him, you close your eyes, imagining someone else. You don’t kiss him while you fuck him. You tell him you love him, but you’re not thinking of satoru. You’re thinking of suguru.

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Another rescue mission, and who else do you run into other than the man getou suguru himself. The man that ruined your life and every aspect of it.

The mission was simple, rescue the girl at the party, leave.

But it seemed as though he had other plans for you.

That suit on him, it’s almost as if he wanted you to look at him. As if he knew you’d be here.

Maybe he did. And maybe your were a moron for falling into his trap.

Sashay your way to your seat

It’s the best seat, in the best room

How did you even get here? Your ex boyfriend, the man that’s ruined your life, the man you’ve hated and bitterly loved for so long, the man you never thought you’d ever truly be intimately involved with again. Bouncing on your cock.

All you could do was stare, he looks so beautiful. Even now.

You groan, even after all this time he’s still a total slut.

“Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” he whines, incoherent.

Oh, he’s so smug , Mr. “always wins”

So far above me in every sense

So far above feeling anything

You don’t fail to see the smug look on sugurus face after it’s over, and it’s only then you realize you might’ve made a mistake.

And then he leaves without a trace. You fail to get the girl in time. You thank god satoru was there.

“Where were you?” he asked, “are you alright?” he asks, getting close to your face, noticing your exhaustion.

You breathe out a “yeah totally” and your friend, that you claim to be in love with but refuse to date, believes you.

You nearly failed.

You leave with satoru, suguru still in the back of your head.

You promise yourself you’ll never do that again.

And it’s really such a shame

It’s such a shame

But maybe that fuck was what you and him both needed.

It makes you sad to think about how everything went down. But maybe that was the closure you needed.

Because even if he had done it as a distraction, or so you thought, you realize it was genuine. His I love you’s were genuine, he stared at you with such love, such softness in his eyes.

You realized, maybe he did still love you. Maybe he always did, always has.

And that’s a shame. Because you know now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Because you think you’re ready to move on.

‘Cause I was Ms. “here to stay”

Now I’m Ms. “gonna be alright someday”

You decide that you’ll be okay. Maybe at first, satoru was some sort of rebound. But it’s not like you didn’t have feelings for him at all. It’s why you even suggested being with him to begin with.

You thought you’d stay with suguru forever, but you wonder if maybe satoru was the one you were meant to be with all along. You acknowledge that you can trust again, you can truly be in love with satoru. You just need more time. And you need to be honest with him about what happened.

And so you do. And satoru understands. Because deep down he knew for a long time, you loved suguru.

He’s hurt, but he knows you do want to be with him still.

And so, you two slowly figure out your relationship. You give eachother time. You learn to let satoru in. You learn to trust him. And he learns to let you in, to truly trust you, and to do it without any doubt of your love for him.

And someday, maybe you’ll miss me

But by then youll be, Mr. “too late”

Your ex boyfriend, getou suguru. Seeks you out again. For another fuck, like last time. He’s up close in your face. Talking about some type of deal. An exchange for a young boy named yuta. You just need to give into him, let him use your pretty dick again. Even better, use him to your hearts content while he screams out in pleasure.

But this time, you do not give into his ministrations. You tell him you’re not interested, and you see the cocky smirk go away. His eyes widen in surprise, because you’re genuine. You’re not scared, you’re not worried of betrayal, you’re not holding back.

You are not hiding anything from him.

You are simply not interested in him anymore.

He realizes now, he’s lost you, for good this time.

Goodbye, Mr. “perfectly fine”

How’s your heart after breaking mine?

Now you finally know how he feels.

He cares, he always has.

You now know why he’s sorry. He’s not sorry for killing those people, he’s not sorry for doing what he believes he has to. He’s sorry for leaving. He’s sorry for hurting you. He’s sorry for not being what you wanted. He’s sorry he wasn’t strong enough for you.

He’s sorry he wasn’t gojo.

You got everything you want out of him, you are not angry anymore. You will always be sad by your loss, but you now know you are capable of a life without him.

You are moving on without him in your life.

Mr. “Always at the right place at the right time”

Baby

Goodbye, Mr. “casually cruel”

Mr. “Everything revolves around you”

He sees you pretty often now. But he doesn’t directly interact. He sees you interact with gojo. He sees you kiss him. He realizes you’ve moved on. He wonders if you ever cared, were you ever hurt? When you fucked him, were you just using him? You did manage to save the girl, or more like, gojo did.

Did you always know? Was he just a fool?

You notice him, but don’t utter a word, you just look back at gojo.

As if he was some stranger.

I’ve been Ms. “misery” for the last time

And you’re Mr. “perfectly fine”

You’re perfectly fine

He eventually realizes the pain he has inflicted upon you. You left him, and he watched you. He watched you fall for another, be happy with another. All he could do was watch idly by.

Like you, he will eventually realize you did always love him and you did care. Just not so much anymore. You move on despite the fact you thought all this time he had, but he had never once stopped thinking of you.

Mr. “Look me in the eye and told me you would never go away”

You said you’d never go away

He replays your memories everyday. He remembers everytime he promised to stick by you. He doesn’t blame you for no longer loving him.

So on December 24th, he tells satoru to keep taking good care of you.

In the end, he wasn’t really lying.

He’ll always be with you. Dead or not. He was always with you, even if you weren’t together. Everything he did, was for you. To build you a better life that you could live in. He dedicated his life to you, so much so he detached himself from you life in hopes of protecting you from so much pain. He failed in doing so anyways.

But even if you move on, deep down, you know it too.

Suguru is always with you. Which seems like a sweet sentiment. But it’s not. It’s more like,

Suguru Getou will always be there to haunt you.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Thinking about this Liv exit conundrum…

The thing is, I totally get their compulsion to kill her off in the big 50th anniversary stunt because she is a more unexpected character to kill and it’s an opportunity only afforded to them because of an actor wanting to leave. So…I get it.

But it is unfortunate from an ace rep standpoint. Because she is the longest running, live action ace character and has the kind of content you’d only dream of when you’re watching any other show that has like one or two scenes devoted to a character who you either never see again or the show gets cancelled. It’s slim pickings out there and she is important.

So in order to have her leave without dying, they’d have to break up her relationship with Vinny and that would make me sad too because it’s been so nice and so important to see her in a relationship, to see someone accept her for who she is. And while I thought they married them off way too young and way too soon after prison and recovery, I liked seeing an ace character get married. I liked seeing them make that work. As annoying as it was watching Sandra trying to use her asexuality against her to break up her and Vinny, I liked seeing them pass that test with flying colors. It’s such a major thing that barely exists outside of this dumb little soap.

So I would have hated to see them go down that route and have Vinny cheat on her or have Sandra make her so paranoid or jealous that it broke them up. And you know it would have been hard for them to resist the cheating route.

So if we don’t want her dead and we don’t want them to break up for any of the usual terrible soapy reasons, that kind of just leaves her alcoholism.

And that’s probably my least favorite Liv story, especially this second time around. But I liked seeing her overcome it eventually. I liked seeing her pass that test with Sandra too. But I guess it’d have to be something.

So I suppose if I had to write a non death end for Liv, it would be Sandra’s manipulation getting her back drinking and her ending up drunk in the storm and in peril but she survives. But since that would be rock bottom number 976 or whatever, she realizes that she really needs to put her recovery first. They could have had her acknowledge that maybe they rushed into marriage too soon after prison and too soon into her recovery and while she loves Vinny so much, she needs to put herself first and go to rehab off screen. And they could have her make up with Aaron and he could take her on his way back to Italy.

And then in a couple months we could hear from Vinny that she’s doing better but got some job opportunity or something wherever she is and isn’t coming back.

So at least way she wouldn’t be dead and they wouldn’t have broken up because she’s ace and we would have finally gotten to see her put her recovery first and know that she’s doing okay.

Not as dramatic maybe but she still could have been in danger in the storm. And it would be better for the ace rep side.

[lovecolibri]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Watching the new WWDITS episode like

144 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

I gotta say I'm surprised (though I probably shouldn't be 🙄) at some of the backlash I've seen towards Grace for being upset.

Like, she very clearly says she knows it's not fair to any of them and she knows she shouldn't be upset because her and Judd weren't together then, but she communicates that she IS upset. Which is totally valid because everything they BOTH knew about their lives just got upended.

And she was so cordial to Wyatt, and left before causing a scene or lashing out at Judd at his place of work and after she has some time to process, she makes an effort to do what she thinks is right.

And for Judd's part, he didn't sit on the info for a month until he had a confirmed paternity test and THEN bring it up to Grace, he was upfront with her (mostly) from the start. And when she says she's angry, he validates her feelings and lets her know it's okay to be upset, and he gives her some space when she needs it. And when she chooses to invite the other lady over so they can talk, he is supportive and reaffirms how much he loves her.

Like, I'm not thrilled that this is the storyline they're doing, especially without a single week for them to enjoy being new parents, but neither Wyatt nor his mom came in with the intention to wreck a family, Judd and Grace both handled the situation incredibly well and communicated in a mostly healthy way, and I'm definitely not hating this as much as I could if it wasn't written as well as it has been so far.

It's okay to feel your feelings even if they aren't always rational, and Grace communicated so well that she knew it wasn't entirely rational but she was upset and Judd allowed her the space to be angry and work through those feelings instead of her suppressing them and exploding later.

Judd and Grace have one of the most solid relationships I've ever been blessed to see on TV and I find it interesting how 911 and Lone Star like to throw out these really big, dramatic, soapy storylines that are so common in dramatic show, but have the characters respond in very normal, human ways and have a less dramatic but more realistic and enjoyable resolution. Instead of huge cheating storylines where it's harder to root for the characters coming back together, you get things like this with Grace and Judd, or Bobby and Athena where she doesn't even consider that he's cheating but knows he's hiding something and digs until she finds out he's sponsoring someone and it leads to a discussion about their marriage and their future and they work it out. And same with the TK/Carlos breakup. These moments where there is no bad guy, just humans trying their best and not always doing the right thing but trying to be better is something 911-verse does so well and what really sets it apart from other shows. And I'll take that ANY day over every character playing musical beds, and being killed off half the time so you can't get invested in any character or relationship.

148 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

Henren being happy and in love while everyone else is falling apart

159 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#2

The Twins : *deliver a rancor for Boba's palace*

Boba: "Who's a good boy?!"

187 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"It's not the Buddie show" okay its not the Madney show either but it's still fucking disappointing that we haven't gotten to see their things happen on screen either. People aren't upset because every single episode doesn't fully revolve around Buddie to the exclusion of everything else, they're upset because SEVERAL well-established dynamics have been almost entirely cut and replaced with dynamics that aren't given us any weight or character information/growth/pushing arcs along etc.

272 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

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[the-dalseum-duet]

and so the… shark… fell in love with the… bird…

I have so many feelings abt fangstitch and I need to ramble to get them out. Bc nothing is really set in stone rn but I have many a concept in this junk drawer I call a brain

I’m just going to pretend the little Sutton Valence excerpts don’t exist I kind of hate them now. They were cute! They were fangstitch! But not quite the vibe I’m going for. These characters behave much differently in positions of government authority than in a boarding school 

I LOVE anything with dramatic classical historical energy. And fangstitch perfectly embodies this. An aloof prince of a remote kingdom with an insatiable thirst for blood? A British instigator who’s too nosy and detail-obsessed for his own good? Both of which have uptight manners on the surface but are fucked up in reality? We’re already off to a good start. 

And I think their histories are also very interesting. Gale does everything to feel like he has power and recognition. He revels in the elite. He lies and cheats to make his way to the top (he was supposed to be a lawyer what did you expect) and he hides this through pretending to be a friendly, trustworthy face to The Council. His true nature comes out when he begins working with Sonnet to sabotage Sara and Charlie. He’s a crafty little bitch and I LOVE that about him. I want to crush him like an ant! (affectionate)

I feel like this side of him perfectly meshes with Mako. Mako is fairly benevolent. He doesn’t actively want to hurt anyone, but he has a position of power. He wants to keep his status. He shows kindness to others, but he isn’t the most sincere. He’s actively rude to Crow when he expresses any of his complaints about the elite of anywhere, but especially Dalseum. He’s a prickly little bitch. He is Draco Malfoy deep down. And I love that about him. I want to punch out his teeth (affectionate).

(Side note: still not sure how Gale winds up with Mako. I like to think Sonnet has some sort of divine power that they don’t let on to. Maybe Gale is just destined to find himself wherever the nearest object of worship is. It’s like protons and electrons. But time slash universe travel)

So Gale latches onto this sassy little guy thinking that he’ll fix all his self-esteem problems and Mako latches onto him because he has a cute little guy to boss around who won’t complain about him. 

Gale is also capable of much more than Mako is. He tried to fuckin shoot Adam. He will take a bitch out for someone. Fortunately, so will Charlie. Rip Gale you will not be missed. But Mako definitely uses Gale’s endless loyalty to his advantage. I WILL be using Gale’s endless loyalty to my advantage.

They’re also very dip hellpark coded… one of my favorite ships eveerrrr it absolutely hits. I love ships that are just like… “these two guys are in charge but they both suck at being decent people. so good luck everyone else!” and they fit this oddly specific trope. Like “the world is on fire but I’m going to make out with you regardless” type shit

Also. Their differences in background. Scrumptious. I’m eating them both as we speak. 

Alr just to start I will admit that I do have a lot of HEAVY internalized fatphobia. We don’t talk abt what happened when I got back from GSP and realized I gained weight in my legs. Like. I’m not like that to people I know obviously. But I feel like a lot of those internalized issues are very much reflected in my work. And I’m doing my best to start overcoming that again by NOT having all of my characters built like skeletons anymore. 

And Gale was a prime contender for this imo. Mainly because of the way Noeul has treated him. I do project a lot of my internal biases on Noeul I CANNOT LIE. Noeul would absolutely shove someone to the side because they don’t fit his exact image of what a Council member should look like. Hell, he does it to Sonnet. If you’re going to be associated with Noeul, you must be perfect. Gale fights to keep his position by being his closest confidant. 

All this was to say. Chubby Gale canon fuck you (in reference to myself) 

And because of Noeul’s judgement, Gale does not feel truly appreciated in the slightest. He accepts this ridicule as a necessary side effect to being in power. But Mako? Mako doesn’t fucking care about his size. He just sees a guy with pretty eyes and soft skin who’s perfect to sleep beside. Lanky cold-blooded freak and his portable heater with plenty of flesh to sink his teeth into. It’s economical.

And Mako is very touchy. He’ll just pat you on the back or place his hand on your shoulder. Michelle energy. It’s in his genes to be handsy with people he probably shouldn’t be handsy with. Looking at both Noeul and Kai rn. But this freaks out Gale bc he’s never been respected enough for someone to be affectionate with him, even casually. He’s like “whyyy is this tall conventionally attractive man willing to give me a proper peck on the cheek innit” and mako’s just like “hehe. pretty man gets flustered when I hold his hand” 

it gives them both a power high dw about it

oh yeah and the whole blood drinking thing. It’s unnecessary but it’s DRAMATIC who gives a fuck?? Gale’s probably the only person who isn’t like “HELLLL NOOOO” when Mako mentions it so. They’re compatible there. Gale probably thinks it’s hot let’s be real… he’s not as innocent as he looks. He has most definitely read like. vampire jungkook x reader smut on Wattpad as an adolescent. 

just. I. them. stupid little faggots I hope they crash and die. I love them. i love that they have that soft tumblr fujobait outside but are absolutely rotten weirdos deep within their hearts. my babies i hope they sleep well tonight 

[drakenology]

Arguments - feat Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima and Tamaki Amajiki

author’s note: i’m feeling angsty today. so this is gonna be about arguing with some of the bnha characters. anyone else feel off today? just me?

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff 🥺, and suggestive themes not full on smut. characters aged up! some of these are long.. i was feeling dramatic

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Bakugo

as much as i love this man i can admit he would be SOO stubborn

would get frustrated easily

yells 🥺

he knows when to walk away when the conversation isn’t getting anywhere which is good

would NEVER hurt you (i’ve seen ppl write that this mf hits you... girl...domestic violence is not an aesthetic.)

he isn’t the best with words so it’ll take him a little while to admit he’s wrong because he can’t verbalize how sorry he is sometimes

when he does he’ll hug and kiss you and apologize like a million times after he’s done being a stubborn little prick.

gives you the best “i’m sorry “ dick imaginable holy shit

Bakugo done did it. He pissed you off. You were already having a terrible day and then you come home to this motherfucker with a bunch of people over after you told him that you weren’t in the mood for company. So for the rest of the night when everyone left, you gave him the silent treatment knowing that he HATES when you ignore him on purpose.

“Y/N?”

You say nothing, continuing scrolling through your phone to look like you were preoccupied.

“Y/N, what’s your problem? I know you hear me.” Bakugo persists.

You ignore him, turning your back to face him. He grunts and grabs your shoulder, turning you back around to face him.

“Y/N if you’re pissed at me just say that. But ignoring me is fucking immature and it’s pissing me off!” He yells. Translation: “What did I do? 🥺”

“I’M pissing YOU off!? That’s funny. Because it’s not like you didn’t completely ignore my fucking feelings tonight. Why did you invite Kirishima and Denki over after I specifically said I didn’t feel like playing fucking HOSTESS!” You shout back, throwing your phone somewhere.

“Are you serious!? I never told them to come here they just showed up. What was I supposed to do tell them to piss off!?” Katsuki asked.

“YES!” You scream, annoyed that he’s not getting the reason why you’re upset. You never minded having Bakugo’s friends over but you just wanted to have a calm night with just the two of you. You were exhausted and fixing dinner for you and 3 other people and listening to loud chatter about sports and video games was not on your to-do list.

“This is so fucking petty! I don’t get why you’re so mad that they came over.” Katsuki said shrugging his shoulders.

“That’s the problem, idiot! You don’t fucking get it! I worked all day today. I just wanted us to relax but no, you wanted to have a fucking guys night in my living room! It’s the complete disregard for my feelings that’s pissing me off not the fact that they came. I told you I was tired and you having them come over anyways was like a big fuck you to me!” You explain, your face pulled into a face Katsuki knows is your angry face. Bakugo sighs, not ready to admit that he was wrong.

“Tch. Whatever. I’m gonna go sleep on the fucking couch. Let me know when you’re done being fucking frigid.” He shouts, clearly out of anger.

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

Katsuki leaves your shared room and slammed the door, you throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel tears sting your eyes as you sob into your pillow. You hated fighting with Bakugo, and you knew he hated it too. He has a hard time expressing himself without getting defensive sometimes. But you knew he felt bad. You sigh and close your eyes and go to sleep.

The next morning you get up from bed and get ready to start your day. You shower and brush your teeth, you and Bakugo strategically avoiding each other all morning to go and do your daily routines. You didn’t utter a word to each other. Just questions and short answers.

“Got work?”

“Yup.”

“When?”

“7:30.”

The silence killed you both as you sat at the table and ate breakfast, Bakugo’s face pulled into a frown as he ate. You roll your eyes and go to put your dishes in the sink and grab his once he’s done. You can hear him get up from his chair as you wash both your plates and dry them. You had assumed he was leaving so you just wash all the rest of the dishes without turning your back. Suddenly you felt familiar arms wrap around your waist.

“Let me go.” You say, tearing up at the sudden touch. He was trying to make up with you and you were so ready to forgive him. The tension was almost too much to bear. This fight was small and it turned into something way bigger than need be.

“Not until you listen to me. I’m sorry, ok? I should have never yelled at you the way I did. And calling you frigid wasn’t ok either. I shoulda just told everyone to go home. We have those dumbasses over all the time. One night wouldn’t have killed me. I’m sorry. Can we just forget this shit ever happened? I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He pleaded, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. You smile and turn around to look at his face, cupping his cheeks in both your hands as you stand on you tip toes to kiss him. He kisses you back eagerly, happy that you and him are back on good terms. He pulled away from the heated kiss and looks at the clock on the microwave.

“6:30...we still have an hour to kill. If you’re late I’ll drop you off.” Katsuki says, his eyes turning dark with feral lust.

“Late? What are yo-“ you’re interrupted by Bakugo pulling you into your bedroom with determination to make things right.. his way.

Tamaki (🥺 my new found love)

Tamaki is NOT a confrontational person so arguing with you is really hard. He hates raising his voice or even getting to a point to where he’s angry because he doesn’t want to think about hurting you in anyway.

He’ll shut down and turn cold or try and act nonchalant.

he might even avoid conflict by changing the subject

if he’s riled up enough though he’ll cuss you out.. to his dismay

doesn’t like being mad at you and vice versa

hates arguments.. like honestly can you just get over it so he can eat you out now?

speaking of eating you out, he gives apology head and he won’t stop until you say you forgive him.

Tamaki didn’t like to admit it but he was really jealous. Like really really jealous like YANDERE type jealous. You and him were out to dinner with Mirio so you were all chatting about mindless nothing, catching up like you always do. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for you but to Tamaki it appeared that Mirio was a little too playful at dinner with you. He was cracking jokes and poking fun and Tamaki took it as him flirting with you; which Mirio would never disrespect your relationship like that. Rage sat in the pit of Tamaki’s chest as you laugh at all his jokes. He was furious but hid it pretty well for the night.

“And then Tamaki wet himself in front of the whole class when I scared him with my quirk in middle school. Can you believe it?” Mirio laughs, causing you to laugh at the thought.

“Oh leave him alone, Togata.” You giggle, waving your hand in front of your face to stop the tears from laughter. He had been making you laugh all night all to Tamaki’s disliking. He was quiet all dinner, which you noticed immediately after Togata’s last joke.

“Hey Tamaki, is everything ok?” You ask, concerned that he might not want to be out anymore.

“Yeah.” He said coldly. “Actually I’m just gonna go to the car. I feel kinda sick.” He stands from his seat and walks to the exit, absolutely fucking furious that you were “flirting” with his childhood friend right in front of him.

“Awkward. What’s up with him?” Mirio asks, completely dumb founded by Tamaki’s sudden disappearance.

“I dunno. I’m gonna go to the car and see what’s wrong. Do you mind?” You ask, standing from your seat.

“Nah that’s cool. I’m actually gonna head out. You go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll take care of the tab.. this time.” Mirio jokes. You giggle and thank him, walking towards the exit. You walk through the parking lot and find the car, seeing Tamaki sitting in the passenger side with his arms crossed across his chest. What was his deal? You open the car door and sit in the driver’s side to meet a thick tension.

“What’s wrong Tamaki? Do you really feel sick or are you upset with me?” You ask.

“Why don’t you ask Mirio? I’m sure he’ll be able to answer since he’s the only guy you talked to all night. It was like I wasn’t even there.” Tamaki says, calm but obviously pestered.

“Is that was this is about? Tama you know it wasn’t like that. Mirio has always been a jokester what’s the difference now?” You ask, getting a little upset at his accusation.

“The difference is that he was trying to make a pass at you. He was so obviously flirting with you.” He says, his tone becoming stern. You’re shocked at how he was getting, frowning at how unreasonable he was being.

“No he wasn’t, Tamaki.” You say, looking him dead in his eyes.

“Yes he was. I’m not about to fight with you about this he was clearly fucking flirting with you. He joked with you all night and you laughed at every single thing he said. You must want to fuck him, don’t you?” He asked, looking at you with some sort of betrayal in his eyes. This infuriates you.

“What are you talking about!? You know I would never cheat on you Tamaki. Especially not with your best friend. What’s with you!?” You ask sternly, not amused or pleased in the slightest.

“Whatever, Y/N.” Tamaki says, looking out the car window while turning the other way so he’s not facing your side of the car. He knew this was stupid and he knew your loyalty was never to be questioned but he couldn’t shake this feeling of jealousy.

“No. You don’t get to start a fight and then blow me off when you’re through arguing! Talk to me!” You yell, furious at this point. Tamaki shrugs, avoiding the situation entirely now.

“Just drive. I wanna go home.” He says, not taking his eyes off the view from his window. You roll your eyes and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot to start your way home. The drive home was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You were so angry that you didn’t talk to Tamaki the whole way home, knowing you’d probably cuss him out if he said the wrong thing. Tamaki immediately felt bad after picking that fight. He didn’t know what came over him, he knew he had to make it up to you before you two go to bed angry with each other. You approach your shared apartment and park the car, silence still riddling the car. The tension between you both was intense and it scared you. You’ve never seen Tamaki this upset. Jealousy was always an issue for him but he’s never reacted this strongly.

“Y/N?” Tamaki says breaking the silence. You look at him, a little relieved that he’s talking to you again.

“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I know you’d never cheat on me, of course. But I was just so jealous. It felt like you and Mirio were on a date and I was just the third wheel. The thought of him taking you from me drove me crazy. I wasn’t thinking. Can you forgive me?” He says, placing his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel. You sniffle, tearing up at his apology.

“Tamaki, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you so much. No one could ever take your place, not even Mirio. I’d never betray you like that, ever.” You sob, tears flowing down your face. Tamaki questioning your loyalty really hurt your feelings and he hated seeing you cry.

“I know that. Please don’t cry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. It was so stupid of me to even assume.” He says, taking his hand and wiping your tears away. He took your hand and gave it a sweet kiss to soothe you, rubbing circles with his thumb on it as he consoled you. You giggle and wipe your tears, happy that you guys made up after that silly fight.

“Let’s go inside.”

Todoroki

arguments between you two get heated. It gets to a point where sometimes you don’t speak to each other for days. he’ll definitely give small reminders that he still loves you to butter you up to alleviate some of the tension.

raises his voice

just as stubborn as bakugo

to a fault of his upbringing facing his emotions was hard for him sometimes, causing him to be cold when you fight

when it’s time to get over it and make up he’ll make it a huge event; flowers, chocolates and lots of freaky apology sex

cant stand arguing with you just like tamaki but wont back down in the slightest

is sure he doesn’t say anything harsh to make the situation worse.

“Why are you being so stubborn?!” You shout at your bi-colored haired boyfriend. The two of you have been fighting all day to your surprise. Shoto was usually easy going and you two hardly fought. But today, a bug seemed to have crawled up Todoroki’s ass and he’s been picking fights all day. You’ve been arguing about small things like who left the bathroom light on or who ate the last hot pocket. Right now it was an argument about when you’re going to meet his father Endeavor. It’s been almost a year since you two have been together and you don’t even think his father knows you exist.

“For the last time Y/N we’re not going to my dad’s house. That’s final! You can argue with yourself about this. End of discussion.” Shoto says, very annoyed at the thought of being near his father. He still couldn’t stand him, even as an adult. He can’t bring himself to bring you around him because he knows how he can be. If he even says something slightly rude to you he’ll flip the fuck out. You groan in frustration, wishing he’d at least consider.

“He doesn’t know we’re together does he!? What am I to you some secret? Why did you stay with me all this time if your family doesn’t even know I exist !?” You shout, tearing up with seering anger.

“It’s not that. Of course he knows we’re together; my whole family knows! Why do you want to involve him so badly?!” Shoto yells.

“Why wouldn’t I want to meet my fucking boyfriend’s father!? You’re not making any sense.” You say, getting more and more frustrated as Shoto makes excuses.

“You know what? Fine. We’ll go meet him tomorrow. But as soon as he treats you like you’re not good enough for me don’t be surprised when I tell you I fucking told you so. God you can be so stubborn sometimes.” Shoto shouts, rolling his eyes at you.

“Oh I’M stubborn!? That’s rich coming from you. You’re being so unreasonable right now. I know you and your father-“

“YOU DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT MY FATHER. Stop speaking on things you haven’t the first idea about!” Shoto yells, punching a nearby wall. (Oop.) You flinch, shocked at how angry he got so quickly. You tear up and run off to your bedroom, Todoroki immediately regretting getting so upset with you. He scared you and that’s something he never wanted to do to you under any circumstances. You cried yourself to sleep that night, angry that things got so heated. Why did he react like that? And why was he treating you as if you knew nothing about him and his father. He would vent to you about him all the time and you gave him advice when you could. But tonight you felt like you were nothing but an outsider. Shoto didn’t even bother coming into the room. He couldn’t face you after making you cry. Right now, he hated himself for treating you like that. He was just so afraid of his father’s judgement he didn’t want him to hurt your feelings with how crass he was. If Endeavor found the slightest thing wrong with you he’d never let you or him forget it. He could hear him now calling you unworthy of the Todoroki name. The thought alone enraged him. In his own cryptic way, he was trying to protect you from him but this was no way to do it nor did he have the right. Todoroki slept on the couch, missing your warmth against him in your bed.

The next morning the two of you drove to the Todoroki estates in silence. You were still pissed at him and Shoto didn’t want to say anything to further upset you. He was annoyed he was making this trip in the first place but he knew he had to man up for your sake. It was unfair of him to try and keep you away from his family especially since you would one day take on his name and be a part of the family when he married you. He knew he couldn’t keep you away forever, but god couldn’t he have had a little more time? He dreaded this day.

“Ready?” Shoto asks coldly, trying to hide his remorse from his tone. You nod, getting out of the car before he could walk over and open the door for you. Shoto is surprised and gets out with you, guiding you to his old home. He can’t lie, he’s so fucking nervous. What if he hates you? Not that he cares what he thinks, he’ll marry you anyway but still. He at least wants his blessing. You walk with Shoto to the main room of the home and wait for Endeavor to come downstairs. Suddenly you hear footsteps from across the room. It was him. He was tall and his aura was so dark and intimidating.

“You must be Y/N.” Endeavor says, looking down at your small frame. You nod, a wave of nervousness shooting through your body.

“N-Nice to meet you sir.” You bow respectfully.

“No need for that. Please, have a seat.” Endeavor says gesturing to the couch. You and Shoto sit down next to each other, Endeavor following suit by sitting across from you two.

“So.. how long have you two been together?” Endeavor asks, his booming voice almost sending an echo throughout the empty room. You gulp and look towards Shoto.

“10 months.” He answers for you, taking your hand to calm you. You’re still mad at him but god you’re glad he’s doing his best to ease your anxiety.

“And you just now arrange a meeting? Hm.” Endeavor questions, looking at you as if he was scanning you to find something irredeemable about you. You look down at your lap, unable to keep eye contact with the intimidating man.

“I-I wanted to meet with you sooner. Me and Shoto fought about coming here last night but I convinced him.” You say nervously.

“I see. You seem like an ok girl. Shoto has had his fair share of.. inadequate women in his life so, you’re a step up from the rest.” Endeavor says, motioning for a maid to make you all some tea. You laugh nervously, Shoto squeezing your hand in annoyance. Was that a compliment?

“You two seem like you’ve been fighting.” Endeavor says suddenly, observing both your body language. You’re both shocked as you turn to look at each other. How’d he know that?

“What’s it to you?” Shoto asks, glaring at his father.

“Oh nothing. But if you’re planning on marrying this girl it’s probably best to not argue too much with her. Hell, she might up and leave.”

Shoto looks at you, pain in his eyes. The look on his face alone said “I’m sorry.” Shoto hated to admit it but his father was right. Fighting as much as you have been, especially the fight you had last night was toxic and could take a toll on your relationship.

You smile at him and turn to Endeavor

“I’d never leave him.” You say, snuggling closer to Shoto as he blushed. He was embarrassed that he was being so vulnerable around his father but he knew that only you could make this happen.

After a long conversation with Endeavor and Shoto, you leave with a feeling that you might have won him over. You think? He was hard to read, just like Shoto. He was more like his father than he likes to admit. Shoto opens the car door for you to get inside and then walks to the drivers side to come in. You sit in the car for a while, silent until Shoto grabs you and leans over to kiss you. You kiss him back, tearing up into the kiss.

“I’m sorry, snowflake. I can’t believe I raised my voice at you like that. I was just so scared that he was gonna hate you and say something disrespectful. I should have just told you that instead of being defensive. I’m so so sorry I scared you. Please forgive me. ” He pleaded, peppering kissing on your face.

“I know. And I forgive you.” You giggle, pulling Todoroki closer to you to kiss him again.

Kirishima

Out of all the boys he’s the least stubborn when it comes to fighting. But don’t be fooled, he’ll argue you down. he’s very good at managing his temper when it comes to you.

Regrets starting a fight in the first place

Just wants to cuddle and go back to normal

But when he’s angry hooo boy

doesn’t even yell, he’s like a calm angry which is terrifying

tries talking over you, trying to plead his case

will not rest until the situation is resolved and over with so you guys can move on

like all the others... apology sex

will try not to lose his patience

You and Kirishima had been together for a while now so it was only inevitable that you two have your first fight. You were always a vigilant person and wanted to help others even though you were quirkless like Deku was at one point. Kirishima is protective of you to a fault and the thought of you getting hurt or worse didn’t sit well with him at all. You assured him that you were capable of taking care of yourself and protecting yourself but he wasn’t having any of it. You spent years perfecting your martial arts skills, training your ass off for countless hours everyday and he knew that. But he didn’t want you to one day meet your match without him there to protect you.

“Y/N, drop it. You’re not going on missions with me and that’s final. It’s too dangerous.” Eijiro said, his brows furrowed. He was trying not to lose his patience with you but you kept insisting. He just wished you’d forget about this whole thing; for your safety.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do! I’m fully capable for taking care of myself and you know that.” You yell, irritated at your boyfriend underestimating your abilities. Eijiro sighs and stands up from the couch to stand in front of you, inching so close you could almost kiss.

“I’ll die before I let you go out there. Do you know what would happen to me; to your friends and family if something happened to you!? We’d be crushed. Please just drop this.” Kirishima says, wanting to avoid this conversation all together. But alas, nothing was changing your mind. You were very head strong and stubborn to no avail so you weren’t going down without a fight.

“You can’t stop me!” You yell

“Oh I can’t?” Eijiro challenged.

“No. You can’t. You can’t treat me like a child, Eijiro.” You say. “How can you say I’m not ready if you don’t give me a chance to prove I am!?”

“Because you just aren’t! Okay!? You say you’re not a child but you’re acting like one and a petulant one at that. Just drop it! God, you can be so stubborn sometimes. Don’t you see I’m just trying to keep you safe!?” Kirishima yells, instantly regretting raising his voice at you and losing his cool. You tear up, furious that he’s treating you like some kid. You grab your stuff and prepare to leave his apartment.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima sighs

“Fuck you, Eijiro.” You say, walking away from him and going outside to cool off. Kirishima tries to grab you before you leave but you snatch your arm away from him and walk outside with a huff and a slam of the door. You wipe your hot tears away and start aimlessly walking down the street to go home. Hell, you don’t even know your way home from Eijiro’s place but you’ll be damned if you go back there. As you walk you see Kirishima’s car pull up to the side of you, driving slowly to keep up with your walking pace.

“Y/N please get in the car.” He says out the car window

“No! I don’t wanna talk to you so just go away!” You yell, continuing to walk as the brisk wind assaults your bare skin. Dammit you forgot your coat.

“Y/N! You’re being ridiculous just please get in the car. You left your jacket; it’s freezing out here!” Eijiro shouts, getting out of the car and grabbing you to pull you inside. You groan, obviously being overpowered by your strong boyfriend. Kirishima slams the door and gets back inside, drives back to his apartment and parks in the driveway. He sighs and leans his head on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry I got so heated with you. But can you blame me? I’m worried about you. Sure we’ll be on these missions together but what if something happens? What if I’m not there to protect you when something goes wrong? These missions are unpredictable; anything could happen and I’d literally die if even a scratch is put on you.” Eijiro pleads. You start crying, sniffling at his words. He was right to be worried.

“I love you, Eijiro and I appreciate you being so concerned about me. But that doesn’t give you the right to shelter me. You can’t just force me to not follow my dream.” You sob, wiping your tears away. Eijiro grabs your hand and kisses it.

“I know. I just can’t bear the thought of you being hurt. But if this is what you really want, I have no choice but to at least see this through.” Kirishima says, holding your small hand in his two massive ones. You smile, putting your other hand on top of his.

“Thank you. Also, I’m sorry for saying fuck you to you. That was mean.” You say pouting.

“It was. Hurt my feelings.” Eijiro said faking sadness, immediately laughing as he watched your face frown up again at the thought of hurting his feelings.

“Oh shut up.”

[dragon-kazansky]

Only the best

Gender Neutral Reader

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Fun and games at the Hard Deck, all until Jake swears he’ll be leaving here with you on his arm. You’re up for the challenge.

♡♡♡

It's busy at the Hard Deck tonight. Noisy and full of life. That didn't matter though. If anything, you loved it all the more when it was like this. It was nice to see your friends having a good time, especially considering their jobs were so dangerous.

As you bring in a round of drinks, some of the guys have started up a pool game. You bring the tray of beers over to them, setting them on a table near by so they could all grab one. As Jake reaches for his, he purposefully reaches over your shoulder, chest pressed against your back. You glance up in time to catch him winking at you as he pulls away with a beer. You roll your eyes and take a seat near by to watch them play.

Bob comes and sits next to you.

“Not playing?” You ask, glancing at him.

“Against Hangman? No way.”

You laugh into your drink as you take a sip, eyes following Hangman around the table. Once they have the game set, he looks up and grins at you.

“How about we make this game more interesting?” He asks, looking you in the eye. You lower your drink to look back at him.

“How?” Phoenix asks, not exactly happy with the grin on his face.

“If I win, I get your company for the rest of the night,” Jake says, looking right at you. Phoenix turns to look at you also. You sit there and glare at him.

“Then Phoenix better not lose,” you say, no sense of enthusiasm in your voice.

Jake just smirks.

“I’m a great date, baby,” he says, winking at you.

You turn your eyes away from and pretend to gag off to the side. He just laughs again as they begin their game.

“I regret coming along now,” you say.

“It’s only one night. Can’t be that bad,” Bob shrugs. You turn to the young pilot.

“You be his date this evening then.”

Bob has never looked so shocked before. You just smile as you take another swig of your beer.

Phoenix tries her damn best to beat Jake, but this man seems to have all the luck on his side. You groan as the game ends and he celebrates. You turn to Phoenix and pout.

“Our friendship is over,” you claim dramatically.

Phoenix just rolls her eyes and puts the cue down.

“Enjoy your date,” she teases, walking away to get another drink.

You try and make a break for it, hoping to just get out and avoid him for the rest of the evening, but not such luck. Before you can even take a step in the opposite direction, an arm swings around your shoulders and brings you in to his side. Jake looks so proud of himself.

“Do I have to spend the evening with you?” You ask, groaning with unhappiness.

“Yes. All is fair in love and war,” he smiles.

Now, it’s not that you don’t like Jake. You do. You’ve gotten along with everyone on the team, but his ego is so huge, it leaves very little room for anything else. For instance, for any real feelings to spark.

All that matters is being the best of the best.

Jake orders you both a drink and then guides you out onto the deck outside. The sun is setting and the sky is is a beautiful colour. The sea is calm and there’s the odd cloud. You sip your drink as you look at the view.

“Do you hate being with me that much?” Jake asks, eyes on you.

You lower your drink and gaze at him.

“No. I just don’t like it when you get everything you want.”

Jake looks at you with curiosity.

“I didn’t cheat, if that’s what you think.”

“I don’t think that. I know you’re good. You’re good at everything. Pool, darts, flying.” You look at him with a straight face.

“You don’t have to stay. Go inside if you want to. I was just messing with you,” he says, turning his eyes away from you.

Eyebrows knitted together, you try to read him.

You don’t move.

Jake glances at you.

“I’m good,” you say, leaning against the railing with him. You cast your eyes back to the sea and let the silence settle.

Jake finishes his beer and peeks inside.

“Want another?” He asks, looking at what’s left of your drink. You gulp the last of it down and nod.

“Let me get this round.”

“Don’t be silly. They’re on me.”

Jake opens the door for you, but you just smirk at him. He looks at you confused. You dart inside quickly and hurry to the bar. Jake realises what you’re doing and tries to get in before you can pay, but Penny has already taken payment from you.

“I win this time. Probably the only thing I’ve ever beat you with,” you say smugly.

Jake chuckles as he settles beside you.

“I’m still the winner here,” he says, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

“If you say so.”

He smiles and thanks Penny for the drinks when she hands them over.

Both of you fall into a comfortable conversation as everyone else around you carries on. The bar is still full of life and there’s laughter in every corner. The bell rings and everyone cheers as someone as broken one of Penny’s rules. Jake flags down for two more drinks and you both move to a table.

The conversation moves from free drinks to Jake’s Top Gun training, from Rooster to Maverick, from what you’ve been doing to how you’re getting home.

“I can take you back.”

“You don’t have to. Don’t go out of your way for me Seresin.”

“I want to,” he says, smiling softly at you.

“OK, but don’t go complaining about it being a hassle later,” you laugh softly.

“Never.”

You finish up your last drinks and Jake announces to the rest that you’re both leaving. He swings his arm around you and guides you out, nodding to Maverick on the way outside.

It’s a long walk back to your place, but you’re both happy to go along. Jake keeps you close to his side as you walk slowly.

Eventually you reach your front door.

Jake lets go of you and smiles softly at you.

“You know something?” You ask, saying the first spoken words between you since leaving the bar

“What?”

“You are the best.”

Jake smiles.

“I hope you know that means more to me when you say it,” he tells you.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Shall we end this date on a high note?” He asks, watching you gently.

“I guess so.”

Jake steps forward and kisses you softly. There’s nothing else to say or do other than kiss him right there and then. He’s being so gentle and slow with you, the complete opposite of what you expect from him. Jake Seresin lives in the fast lane.

He steps back and smiles at you.

“Goodnight.”

He steps away further and goes to turn around, ready to leave you, but you grasp his sleeve and hold him there. He could easily shake you off, but he doesn’t.

“When will I see you next?” You ask.

He looks at you with the biggest, most charming, smile.

“Friday night?”

“The Hard Deck?” You smile back.

“Same time,” he states.

You let go of his sleeve, but kiss his cheek softly, bidding him a goodnight. Jake ushers you inside and then leaves.

Now he knows he really is the best, after all, he has you as his date.

[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

[teasty]

irresistible || h.hj (m)

a/n: yess fuck boy hyunjin ftw ngl,,,,i’m so in love with that idea,, especially with his long hair (i actually got into skz cuz of hyunjin’s hair lol i love longish hair on men)

● pairing: hwang hyunjin x (fem) reader

● genre: angsty n smutty (mdi!) | crack lol | enemies to lovers!au | college!au | nonidol!au

● warnings: hyunjin and reader hate each other at first :( | fighting | profanity | name calling | suggestive dialogue | fuckboy!hyunjin | snarky/goodgirl!reader | unprotected sex | hair pulling | cunnilingus | degradation + hints of praise | hyunjin is just an insecure baby underneath a tough guy exterior ;-; | virgin!reader | hyunjin keeps switching between fuck boy and sad boy |

● requested? yes!

● words: 9k

● summary: You despise Hwang Hyunjin with a passion. And he just hates you right back. You’re a good, moral student while he fucks around with everybody. He likes to pull at heartstrings while you like to pull at his palm tree hairdo. There’s nothing that makes you like the other, but when you wind up at the old art room with him and things get heated up, you see a softer, truer and more broken side to him.

Is falling in love with someone you've hated for years in the span of one night even possible? Apparently so...

i miss him so much don't @ me

“You’re too irresistible not to fuck until you're screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin, or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head,” you threaten darkly. The ever so proud Hyunjin only scoffs, laughing mockingly at you as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He crouched down to be at eye level with you. Despite you being much smaller than him, you still stood your group, even tripped over on the floor, your once organized papers sprawled out on the floor.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin’s brow raises, and your lips downturn into even more of a frown. You would never, ever dare to start a physical fight with Hyunjin, but boy you can talk. Sometimes, your mouth might even be a little bit too big for your own liking. The words just flow out so naturally, and you don’t even realize it to actually stop it from flowing off of your tongue.

It was your dumb mouth that started this whole mess, anyways. Back in the last few years of high school, your best friend (who, in the end, turned out to be the fakest bitch you’ve ever met) had gotten with a boy. A boy you had no clue even went to the school. And, that’s when you met Hwang Hyunjin at lunch that day. In all his short - haired glory. At first, he seemed pretty decent, but you knew something was off about him from the start. Sure, he had a bright smile that could make any girl with a brain filled with boys faint, but he just didn’t sit too right with you. The way he acted around your friend (at the time) and the way he’d talk to her and other girls.

At first, you didn’t think he was a fuckboy, but it was when he tried to get in your pants after you called him a fuckboy after school one day when it hit you. That was the first and only day you really punched him in the face. Giving him a black and blue bruise on his cheekbone from the impact when he tried to take your clothes off, not caring whether or not you said it was alright or not. Of course, he got mad at you, but didn’t lay a hand on you, like you thought he would. You remember bracing your body for some sort of punch, kick or push, but nothing came other than Hyunjin’s loud voice screaming curses at you and calling you all - too vulgar and hurtful names.

You would have apologized if you weren’t so upset with the fact that he tried to be your first fuck. Your virginity isn’t the most precious thing to you, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to lose it to Hwang Hyunjin. Especially not after that day he actually tried to fuck you behind the school. You went running to your friend afterwards. Who, to your surprise, got mad at you for trying to make her boyfriend cheat on her with you. You couldn’t believe her, and you dropped her right there.

It was actually Hyunjin who broke up with her, having her come running to you with tears in her eyes about how upset she is that Hyunjin broke up with her. Of course, you didn’t react and only ignored her for… the rest of her life so far. She eventually gave up on trying to be friends with you, and went her own direction. However, Hyunjin didn’t leave you alone.

You can swear that he’s vowed to make your life living hell after you rejected him with your fist. At first, it was just teasing. Calling you names. Making fun of stupid mistakes. Sometimes even flirting with you just to make you mad. And no matter how many times you seemed to reject, verbally or physically, he never gave. Maybe he doesn’t try to get in your pants anymore, but he won’t stop calling you stupid nicknames when he’s being a dick to you… like “princess, baby, babygirl, darling, honey, sweetheart.” Stupid, meaningless nicknames to call you just to pull at both your heartstrings and your thin line of patience.

You weren’t so friendly to call him bittersweet names like that. You decided to go with a more aggressive route of, “dickhead, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, asshat, shithead” and other conjugations of any curse word you could think of. Of course, none of it fazed him one bit. In fact, it all seemed to amuse him. Like your anger was his entertainment, and that idea pissed you off.

You’ve had friends tell you to “Just not give him the attention since that’s what he wants!” But, that was the most difficult thing to do when Hyunjin was always following behind you, yet always a step ahead. Everywhere you end up, he’s somehow ironically there, too. Everywhere you plan to go, he’s somehow, ironically, planning to go there, too. Sometimes you debate if he’s stalking, but you don’t have much social media (nor do you post anything if you did) and you made sure to always keep away from the name Hyunjin just in case it’s the Hyunjin.

But, now, you’re sitting on your ass like an idiot, papers flown around you as Hyunjin crouches down in front of you. Almost as if peering down at his prey. His judgemental eyes scan your trembling figure, shaking from the pent up anger, up and down as he smirks like the little devil he is.

You’d been running back to your classroom, having to collect papers for your professor from the teacher’s lounge. She specifically asked for them to be organized by date, and you spent a few well - focused and frustrating minutes organizing the papers. Of course, as you were running through the supposedly empty hall, looking down at your phone to check the time to make sure you’ll have enough time before the end of the class period, you slammed face first into Hyunjin’s chest. Knocking him off of his balance, but catching himself on the wall, and sending you flying back and the papers to fly out of your arms, all your hard work scattered around you as you glare up at him with a deadly look in your eyes.

“Oh…” Hyunjin smiles down at you, leaning against the wall. His brows creasing up in a fake worry, his bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout, staining his handsome face with the pathetic expression, “Poor baby… Do you need help picking up your papers?” He asks in a high pitched voice, and you try to hold back the urge to kick him right in the balls.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin,” you growl out darkly, and Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his fake, bitter smile widens in a pathetic imitation of shock and hurt, “Or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head.” You shamelessly threaten, both of you knowing you’re probably not going to even try to rip Hyunjin’s gorgeous hair for his scalp.

Hyunjin gets up off of the wall and walks over to you, you sitting on your ass with a glare that could spew daggers, and he crouches in front of you. His elbows on his knees, and he peers down at you like a predator stalking over its prey, ready to pounce at any second. He scans you, his half lidded, judgemental eyes peering over your body, heavily hidden by your black leggings and dark blue hoodie that was two sizes too big.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin cocks a brow at you, his eyes finally landing on your dark ones.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead,” you spit right back, but he only chuckles darkly, his head falling briefly before he lifts his head up again. Shaking it slightly as he critically smiles at you, his mocking laugh making you feel small and weak.

“That’s a no - can - do. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, alright? Princess?” Hyunjin’s face dips down, nearing yours. You do the first thing you think of, grabbing a handful of papers, wrinkling them and throwing them with full force at Hyunjin’s face. He flinches back and stands up, swatting away the papers quickly. “Fucking hell! You scared me for a second there.”

“Good, now piss off. I have places to be. And shouldn’t you be in class?” You grumble as you collect the papers, trying your best to get them as organized as possible in your arms, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in case Hyunjin tried to do anything.

“Aw, do you suddenly care for me?” He places a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically, “I’m touched.”

“In your dreams, dipshit. Leave me alone,” you snap out, already getting a headache from this as you walk around on your knees to try and collect the papers, cursing to yourself when you find a wrinkled one, trying to smooth it out. Hyunjin watches you with a stoic expression, leaning against the wall. You don’t even bother saying another thing to him before you gather up the last of the papers and dash away, trying to organize the papers best you could before you reach your class.

Thankfully, Hyunjin didn’t follow you like he usually did. You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you neared the classroom, your hands moving quickly to organise the papers. You open the door, somewhat out of breath as you hand them to the professor. Letting her know that you dropped them on your way here and they got a bit disorganized, but you tried your best to organize them again. She dismissed you and thanked you, sending you back to your seat to pack up (since it’s the end of the class, which is why you were hurrying).

Thankfully, your last class period is a study hall, so you take this time to run down to the library to work on assignments that are due soon. You prefer the library since it’s a calm and quiet place, and you know the librarian quite well, since you’re usually there during study hall. If you’re not there, you’re somewhere with a friend, and that’s usually not in the comfort of the library since you get pretty loud and unfiltered when you’re with friends. So, in the end, you’ll get booted out by the librarian.

When you get there, there’s already quite a few students sitting around, listening to music and typing vigorously on their laptops. You bow briefly to the librarian, who gives you a warm smile before you take a seat at a table in the corner of the library, far from the others. You take out your laptop and phone, plugging your earbuds into the earphone jack in your phone to play music into your ears.

You spend a good fifteen minutes writing an essay for your English Literature class. Focused in on the task at hand while soft lofi flows into your ears, letting your mind relax, but focus on what you’re doing.

So, it’s totally normal that you let out a short scream when your earbuds are painfully ripped out of your ears, your hands flying up to cup your ears. People glare at you, but turn back when they see who’s looming over your desk. Your earbuds and phone in his hand, and you could faintly hear the sound of the lofi that once calmed your mind. He stood there with a proud smile, and he raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh… quiet in the library,” Hyunjin says just above a whisper, and your lip twitches from holding back from strangling him in front of everyone. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? He’s always made a note to let you know how annoying you can be or how much he hates you, so why doesn’t he just leave you alone? He knows how much he upsets you, but it seems to make him happy. He already wears a stupid smile all the time. You’ve seen him upset before, plenty of times. But when he’s teasing you or doing things to make you miserable, he wears that same devilish smirk.

“I… Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin. Give me my phone back.” You stand up, reaching for the phone, but his hand yanks back away from you. Giving you a sarcastic smile as he looks down at you.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin giggles darkly. Looking at something on your phone and even pressing a few buttons. Your eyes widen.

“Fuck no, just give it back!” You whisper - yell, reaching for it again, leaning over the table to grab for it.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said to beg for it…~” he sings - songs in a hushed tone, and your hands tense, his neck lookingly plenty good to just strangle. You don’t say anything, and you fold your arms over your chest. Raising a brow at you. “You think that’s gonna change my mind, hon? I still want you to beg for it.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, it’s annoying,” you grumble, and shut your laptop close and push it into your backpack. You start walking out, shoving past Hyunjin and fighting against frustrated tears. You don’t even bother to bow to the librarian as you walk out, on fist gripping the sleeve of your backpack and the other clenched tightly at your side.

You walk out of the library, into the court of the university. There’s not many people there, since it’s the last class period of the day and everyone was getting ready to go home for the weekend. You stood underneath a tree, and turned, cocking a brow at Hyunjin who followed behind you slowly. You frown at him, and his brow raises.

“So? You’re gonna get ‘em or no? You know I’m not giving them if you just frown at me, (Y/N),” Hyunjin smiles snarkily, and you visibly roll your eyes at him. You sigh softly.

“Hyunjin. Give them to me. I’m being serious, now, no fuckin’ around,” You hold your hand out, finally speaking in a normal, harsh tone now that you’re out of the library.

“Hm… Nah. You still have to beg for it like a bitch. Or else they’re mine,” Hyunjin gives you a pitifully fake smile, and your eyes close, trying to ease the rising rage inside you.

“Hyunjin. I’m not begging for it,” You take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. Your headphones still clutch in his hand as he holds them away from you. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond, you finally act. Dropping your backpack and letting it slip off your shoulder and onto the grass, propping itself against the tree. Hyunjin’s smile finally drops when you grip his wrist, pulling it towards you harshly. But, on instinct, Hyunjin pulls himself away, pulling you towards him.

So, you push him down onto the grass, not caring for onlookers as you straddle Hyunjin’s waist before he could even try getting up. One of your hands reaches up to press against his chest, but Hyunjin doesn’t struggle. Not one bit. In fact, he doesn’t even smirk anymore. He’s just staring at you as you reach for his hand.

“(Y/N),” Hyunjin’s dark voice pipes up, and you shoot him a glare.

“Shut up,” you snap, and you pry open his fingers, which was much easier than you though. His hands are hot and sweaty, and you almost laugh at it. Is he nervous that you’re straddling him let alone touching him in the first place? You will admit, it’s an intimate position, but you only got on top of him like that to prevent him from moving so you could grab your earbuds and phone out of his hands and stuff them into your pocket.

You smirk down at him, your hair falling past your face. It feels good to be the one in control, and now that Hyunjin’s vulnerable, you utter out, “And you almost got me to beg. Boohoo. Better luck next time, dipshit.” You finally get off of him, and the moment you’re off of him, he gets up and dusts himself off.

“(Y/N),” He calls out your name as he watches you grab your backpack.

“Shut up and don’t talk to me,” You snap, and Hyunjin’s lip clamp shut. He looks conflicted, and you would feel bad if it weren’t Hyunjin. The same Hwang Hyunjin who’s decided to make your every day a living headache.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again,” Hyunjin’s hand snatches your wrist, but you pull yourself away swiftly, “If you do that ever, and I mean ever again, I will not hesitate to stuff your face in the dirt.” Hyunjin gets dangerously close to you, and you back away. You’re brows creasing. Sure, Hyunjin is a huge dick to you, but he’s not this much of a dick. So, it took you by surprise, but you felt proud. It’s obvious that forcing Hyunjin into such a vulnerable position both mentally and physically set him off, and you were proud of yourself for that. He’s always been the one trapping you, making you feel small and tugging at your strings of patience, and sometimes your heartstrings, too.

“Oh, fuck off, Hyunjin.” You groan out, your hands falling to your side as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “You do that shit to me all the time. What’s it if I do it to you?”

“Just don’t do it a - fuckin’ - gain, (Y/N). Don’t, unless you don’t wanna walk straight the next day.” Hyunjin threatens, and your brows furrow.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” You scoff as Hyunjin shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Hyunjin!” You yell after him, but he thrusts up his hand, his slim middle finger in your direction. You scoff, surprised by such behavior from a guy like him, who’s usually the one doing the teasing instead of the flipping off.

You try your best to ignore him and head back to the dorm to your shared one with your friend. You were able to settle down for a bit, especially since your roommate wasn’t there yet. You finished up your work. Working on assignments that you couldn’t get to finish because of a certain someone who decided to snag your phone.

Speaking of your phone, about two hours after you get back to the dorm, your friend comes walking in.

“Hey Yeona,” You pipe up, acknowledging her presence as she peels off her flats from her feet. Yeona waves briefly before plopping on her bed.

“Hey (Y/N). How was it going today?”

“Terrible.” You admit, Hyunjin being the only thing coursing through your head.

“Terrible? Lemme guess,” Yeona sits up, glaring at you, “it’s that one Hwang guy you keep ranting about?” You nod slowly, “Ah. Well, sorry about that. Actually, that reminds me. Someone was asking for you. A boy… A really, really cute boy.”

“Oh? Who?” Your brow raises.

Yeona shrugs, “No clue. Couldn’t catch his name; he seemed like he was in a rush. He wants you to meet him in the old art room. The one they use for storage, you know? He said to take your time, but he seemed desperate as hell.”

“The old art room? Don’t people go there to fuck because the camera’s are busted at the school’s too lazy to replace ‘em?” your brow raises, a bitter smile etching your lip.

“That’s the one. Hey, you might get some dick tonight. At least he’s cute,” she wiggles her brows, and you laugh. “Go one. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yes, ma’am,” You jokingly salute, and Yeona does it right back. You stuff your phone in your back pocket, and give her a playful smile before you leave.

The old art room is at the very core of the school, and you know exactly where it is. Everybody does. It’s not exactly something that just goes unnoticed by the students. Since it’s old, the camera’s are very much out of date and therefore can’t hook up to the ‘new and improved’ security system. Usually people snuck there to fuck during passing hall, since no teacher went in there. Only special people on special occasions use it for storage.

You were somewhat excited. You still have your v - card, whether you like it or not. You originally planned to save it for someone special. But, at this point, you’re too stressed to care about who’s taking your virginity and who’s not. At this point, you’d get on your knees for anyone willing.

Except for Hwang Hyunjin. Of fucking course. You know so many people who would literally beg to be fucked by none other than Hwang Hyunjin. You were not one of those people. You weren’t one of Hyunjin’s toys, even though he treated you like one. You would never let him get to your head, though. You know that you shouldn’t listen to Hyunjin even if your life depended on it. He might mean those things, those vulgar things he says to you, but you choose not to believe them.

You were trembling by the time we were standing in front of the old art room. The rusty door is slightly ajar, signifying that someone’s inside. Of course there is, but it’s still weird that they didn’t shut the door in case any teacher got concerned and checked in. Whoever’s inside must be stupid, but you’re not one to ghost someone like that, especially if Yeona said that they seemed desperate. Someone desperate for you? You had no clue who. No one ever stared at you in class. No one ever teased you. Tried to constantly get your attention.

Actually, that’s a lie. That’s a bitter lie.

Hwang Hyunjin fit into every aspect of someone who’d be desperate for your attention. That’s when it hit you that Hyunjin’s only trying to gain your attention in the worst way.

And, he did. Because he’s standing right in front of you.

You turned to leave, but Hyunjin’s hand slammed against the closed door, making you flinch at the close proximity between the two of you, and you turned to look at Hyunjin. He’s not smiling like he usually is when he first sees you. In fact, you can’t tell what expression laces his godly face.

“Hyunjin? Was it you that told my friend to bring me here?” You ask, not so much a harsh tone, but trying to make things clear despite the answer being (literally) right in front of your face. There’s no one else in the old art room but empty boxes, old art tables and storage boxes littered here and there. “This isn’t funny, Hyunjin. I’m leaving.” You turn back around to grip the doorknob, but Hyunjin’s warm, shaking hand grips your wrist firmly, yet oddly gently.

“Don’t,” he utters out. His voice was strangely small. Nimble, even. Weak. “Don’t go. I need to talk to you.”

“Since when do you wanna talk to me?” You snap, and Hyunjin dodges your intense glare. His confidence seeps to be depleting by the minute.

“I just need to. I need to get things figured out,” Hyunjin grumbles out, letting go of your wrist. He steps away from you and sits on one of the old art tables, manspreading, stretching the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Get what figured out? Tell me,” you demand, now stepping away from the door and sitting across from Hyunjin on another table. Before Hyunjin could speak, though, you raise a hand, a thought coming to mind, “Wait, no. Why did you not just come to my dorm like a normal person? Why the art room? Do you know how many people have fucked in here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, sighing softly, “Yes, I do. It’s just the only place we could truly be alone.”

“Wait… you’re not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?” You back up, reaching for your phone.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, I’m not. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore, (Y/N). And neither are you.” You sigh, relaxing, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I can’t take this anymore, (Y/N). I’m so lost without you.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his, looking for any sign of mischief or joke in his eyes. But, no. Instead, they’re genuine. Your brows furrow, confusion crashing over you.

“I don’t want to live with the thought that I make every day for you living hell,” Hyunjin looks away, ashamed.

“Then why do you taunt me in the first place?” You nearly yell, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker closed. You get off of the table, standing in front of him, “Why do you work so hard to just get me pissed off for the rest of the day, huh? Why do you want my attention so bad? Why can’t you just leave me alone, then, if you don’t want to make my college life a living hell, huh?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

So blunt. So stoic. So true.

You’re silenced by his words, shock overcoming you. Overwhelmingly dominating your anger as your eyes widen slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact, this time. He doesn’t bother looking away. He’s standing his ground. He’s telling the truth.

You shake your head, “No your not.”

“You don’t decide that,” Hyunjin says almost directly after your voice drifts off.

“You can’t be in love with me, Hyunjin. You can’t,” You shake your head, backing away.

“It’s not my fault!” Hyunjin finally raises his voice, getting off of the table and taking an intimidating step towards you. Making you falter and scramble back, your lower back hitting the old art table. “I can’t help it. I can’t help, (Y/N). I’ve tried everything. I’ve been with so many girls, even guys. Trying to get out of my mind but nothing, nothing works. It’s always been you. Ever since high school.”

“Even when you were dating her…?”

“Even when I was dating her. The only reason I dated your fucking friend was to try and get close to you,” Hyunjin admits, and your mouth falls open. You lost a friend just because he wanted to get close to you? Your anger was slowly gaining back it’s superiority over your shock, “I tried to talk to you, but every time I did it just came out as mean. You viewed me as a fuckboy, and I fulfilled that role. Only to try and get you out of my fucking head.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “I’ve tried to make myself hate you, despise you. And, don’t get me wrong, hon, a small part of me hates you’re short, annoying ass. But everything else is incomplete without you.”

“Why didn’t you just confront me? If you didn’t decide to date my friend then we wouldn’t be here right now!” You yell, pressing a finger to his chest.

“I was sixteen, (Y/N)! Sixteen. Everything that I did ended in my misfortune,” Hyunjin yells right back.

“And was that my fault? Huh?”

“Yes! It is! Yes, it fuckin’ is!”

“How in the fuck is it ever my fault with you?!” You shove him away.

“Because it was. All. For. You. Get that through your thick fucking skull!” Hyunjin yells so loudly, so aggressively that it brought you to tears. But, you didn’t show any sign of fear. You weren’t backing down from this.

After his yelling, things quieted. You’re too nervous to talk, afraid your voice would pathetically crack from the painful lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin stared at you, as if waiting for you to say something, anything. But, you couldn’t utter a word. Only a few pathetic tears slipping from your eyes. His brows crease up when he watches the quick, warm tears fall over your cheek and down your neck. His bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth, and he looks down for a bit.

You’re tired of the silence. You simply can’t take it anymore. It’s driving you mad how tense and uncomfortable the silence between you and Hyunjin is.

“Hyunjin, I-“

You’re not able to finish before a pair of soft lips press themselves to yours. Your mind goes blank, and your body stiffens as you stare into Hyunjin’s closed eyes. Your hands gripping the table behind you for balance as Hyunjin’s trembling hands creep up to grip your face. He’s kissing you.

Hwang fucking Hyunjin is kissing you.

That’s a first.

You want to push him away, but no matter how much you tell yourself to, you only relax more and more. The feeling of his lips against yours was supposed to repulse you, give you the push you need to slam a fist into Hyunjin’s face. But, with how delicately he kisses you and how his gentle, trembling fingers caress your warm cheeks, you can’t bear even clenching your fist in the need to hurt him or to get him away from you.

You couldn’t bear to admit it, but you were slowly melting into the kiss. It was as though Hyunjin was casting some sort of spell on you. Your eyes relax. Going from a dim half - lidded until they flutter shut. Your hands let go of the table. You’re shaking, ever so slightly. Your hands guide themselves as they bring themselves up to press against Hyunjin’s collarbone. At first, you believe you’re trying to push him away. But, your own hands deceive you when they slowly trail up to run your hands through his long grown hair.

You finally let your lips move, and you finally kiss him back.

Hyunjin’s reaction to it is one to die for. His back stiffens when he feels your lips part and move with his. One of his hands moves to caress your jaw, his thumb running across the bone, his hands a bit more firm as the kiss gets passionate.

You want to hate yourself for kissing him back. For succumbing to him and letting yourself fall weak underneath him. But, you just couldn’t help yourself. Hyunjin’s lips pulled you in and didn’t seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.

It seems like a flash when your tongue presses flush against Hyunjin’s. The feelings send your back stiff and you tightly grip his hair, as if you were going to break apart from the feeling. Hyunjin’s experienced lips guided your inexperienced ones, despite him obviously being nervous.

You try to breath through your nose like Hyunjin does when things start getting more and more intense, and Hyunjin’s hands slowly start to creep away from your face. Tongues clash, and instead of fighting for dominance over one another, you both move in sync. Your torso pressed against his as Hyunjin traps you in between him and the table.

One of Hyunjin’s hands falls down your arm, gently caressing your side before picking up your thigh to push you to sit on the table. He pushes you back.

“Hyunjin - ah… We can’t…” You mumble out breathily as he kisses the sides of your lips. His lips instantly connect back with yours.

“And here… I thought… you were standing so strong and proud,” Hyunjin chuckles darkly, whispering out the words in between wet kisses. His usual self coming back, and your brows furrow. “But… no. You’re letting me… do this… without fight.”

Your head cranes back as Hyunjin’s lips drag down to your neck. Licking wet strips up and down your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your skin. You bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything…” You whimper out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your neck.

“Maybe, but you’ve passed the point of no return when you kissed back. And here I thought you’d punch me in the face,” Hyunjin laughs against your skin, moving you so your legs are spread for him to press more and more against you.

“Maybe I should’ve,” you whisper out in one breath.

“Mmh, but you know you like it, baby,” Hyunjin smirks.

“What happened to you wanting to talk?” You breath out, your breath moans getting louder, and you bite your lip to hold your voice back.

“You ruined it,” Hyunjin grumbles, nibbling on your skin briefly.

“Fuck you…” you grumble, your arms wrapping around his neck unconsciously.

“Already, hmm? Impatient, are we?”

“Fuck off…!” You groan at his dumb joke, and Hyunjin laughs against you. “But… seriously, Hyunjin… Wait… I’m still a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s head snaps up, his brows furrowed. “You’re a what, again?”

“A virgin, dumbass.”

“Are you saying you want to have sex-..”

“Hyunjin! Don’t take this so lightly. I’ve never done it with anyone before, and I definitely wasn’t planning on someone like you being my first,” you admit, and Hyunjin cocks a brow at you.

“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure this is a night for you to remember,” Hyunjin snaps, his words dark, and you swallow. “But, I need you to let me know that you want me, too.”

“Goddamn it, Hyunjin,” you groan, and your hand grips a lock of his hair, pulling his back so he can look clearly at you, “I want you to fuck me, Hyun - ah…”

A smirk creeps up on his lips, and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows his spit, and you let go of his hair, and his head dives back into your neck. Not exactly going back to kissing you, but resting his lips there. He mumbles out, “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” And neither did you. You tried to deny it, telling yourself that it’s a spur of the moment idea. But, right now, again, you can’t push Hyunjin away. Your body won't let you.

Fuck it, your mind screams, and you let your legs wrap around Hyunjin’s waist. His hands find themselves caressing your thighs, your waist and back as his lips start moving again over your neck. The sensation sending constant chills up and down your spine, causing your back to stiffen and arch at the new feeling erupting in your core. You’ve masturbated before, that’s not the issue. But, being in the control of somebody gave you a whole new stimulation with even having to be touched too much. A new spark of intensity.

Hyunjin’s hands are rough, yet cautious. Trying not to go too far, but obviously trying not to pull away himself.

He eventually pushed your shoulders lightly, but with enough force to push your back flat against the old art table. He’s still standing, but he’s leaning over you, his hands on either side of your head and his pelvis nearly pressed against yours, standing in between your legs.

His warm hands move slowly underneath your shirt. Your back lifts at the feeling of his hands meeting your untouched skin, and you let out a hoarse breath as Hyunjin sucks on the skin below your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give him the access he needed. Your neck craning, and your eyes flutter shut from the bliss. Your lips parting in a silent moan. Too embarrassed to actually make too much noise. Hyunjin’s hands move up the sides of your bare waist, carrying your shirt and hoodie with it. He parts from your neck to look up at you, his hands coming to a sudden halt.

You only glare over to him before you take your shirt and hoodie yourself, peeling it quickly off and over your head and tossing them to the side, trying to make it onto another table, but it landed on the floor. You could care less. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dart down to stare at your semi - exposed torso. You bite your bottom as Hyunjin’s hand eases up, poking at the wire of your cherry pink bra. “Pink? Cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Hmm, that’s not gonna happen and you know that.” Hyunjin winks at you, and you roll your eyes before your head falls back again. Hyunjin’s wet lips come back to your neck, but this time, he starts pressing slow, wet kisses down your neck. Over your collarbone and chest before over the bump of your breasts. You watch him with nervous eyes as Hyunjin presses wet kisses over the skin of your breasts. The feeling of the sensitive, untouched skin being no longer untouched is euphoric. However, he doesn’t take off your bra, most likely since you’re in the old art room and being completely nude would be a bit too overbearing and overwhelming for both of your likings.

You thought Hyunjin was going to stop there, but no. He kept on kissing down, now going over your stomach. Your heartbeat got louder and louder as he kept going down. His warm mouth pressing warm kisses to you before moving down, the area before being shadowed by the cold air.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Hyunjin’s fingers loop around the loose hem of your jeans. His eyes darting up to look at you briefly. But, this time, he doesn’t wait for you to take them off. One finger undoes the first button before he swiftly moves out of the way to pull them down. Your legs try to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s knee jerks up, stopping them from closing. Your panties don’t match your bra, since they’re black and not as fancy. However, Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care at all.

Your pink face watches as Hyunjin tosses your jeans to the side, with the rest of your clothes.

“Hyunjin - ah…” You utter out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, one brow raising in question.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Hyunjin gives you a sarcastic smile, and you don’t have the willpower to roll your eyes. Your pussy is already sopping wet, and you hold back the urge to throw yourself on top of him. You’re not surprised by how blunt he is, but it’s still nerve wracking for you. “Don’t be scared. You’ll be perfectly fine.” He reassures, and you know you’re fine. That you’re safe, but, as said before, you were so nervous.

You watch as Hyunjin dips between your legs, getting on his knees on the floor, perfectly level with you. He looks from your wet panties to you for a moment before he presses a firm kiss to your clothed cunt. Your hips jut up from the sensitivity of it, your legs trying to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s hand is quicker. His hand flush against your thigh. He smirks against you, pressing another feather light kiss to your clothes pussy once more before he licks up it, firmly pressing his tongue against you, sending your hand to your mouth to hide your choked moans.

However, Hyunjin’s hand flies up to pull your arm down, grumbling out, “Don’t be fucking quiet this time, (Y/N).”

“We’re in a fucking classroom, Hyunjin, I have to be!” You let out a throaty groan as Hyunjin licks another long, slow strip over your panties.

“All the teachers are gone. God, relax,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, and you shoot him a confused look.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You snarl, propping yourself, and Hyunjin cocks a brow, his long fingers hooking around the hem of your pantines. You tried to close your legs, but they’re blocked by Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin only shoots you glare before pulling down your panties, and you gasp when your sopping pussy meets the cold air of the old art room.

“Ha,” Hyunjin scoffs, one of his fingers moving up to grace itself over the smooth, all too stimulative and sensitive skin around you, making your hips jutter, “No matter how mad you try to make yourself, you’re still dripping wet like a bitch in heat. Didn’t know I turned you on so much, sweetheart.”

“I’ll kill you,” you snap, but your hand goes to grip the edge of the table.

“You’ll love me after this,” Hyunjin winks at you again.

“I doubt it,” you backfire, and Hyunjin’s brow raises. A challenging smile on his face as his lips near your throbbing womanhood. So close, you could feel his breath fanning you. Hyunjin holds eye contact with you as his lips make contact with your warm, wet cunt. Your head falls back when you feel Hyunjin’s tongue against your clit. You let out a breathy moan and your hand flies down to tug at Hyunjin’s hair.

Hyunjin doesn’t go slow. He’s already teasing your hole with his middle finger as he licks and suckes around your pussy. His lips and tongue working wonders no toy you’ve ever owned ever could. The explicit sounds he makes turn you on even more, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his mouth’s movement more than your face, which is tilted back. Your back arches from the pleasure, and you let out delicate moans as Hyunjin’s lips satisfy your throbbing pussy, giving it the attention it’s been craving.

Hyunjin slowly eases one finger into you, and your hips buck onto it. Hyunjin chuckles against you at your movement and raises a hand to press against your gut, pushing you down and holding you there as he lapped up your flowing juices while his finger inserts inside you. His knuckles soon flush against you, slowly twisting his hand inside you as you push yourself against him. Chills running through your body as Hyunjin’s tongue presses against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, Hyunjin…!” You moan out when he presses another finger into you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your trembling hands grip Hyunjin’s hair, your legs resting over his shoulders as he begins to thrust his fingers into you at a decently fast pace. His long fingers penetrate your tight, virgin hole. Pumping them in and out quickly, and you clench around him.

Your hands that grip Hyunjin’s hair pulls him further towards you, trying to get more and more of his tongue on you. Your hips grinding down on his fingers as your mind fogs from the pleasure. Now, you don’t care that it’s Hwang Hyunjin, you’re just loving the pleasure he’s providing you. You neck cranes, almost as if trying to pull away from how sensitive you were and how Hyunjin was abusing that.

However, when he enters a third finger, stretching you out, you feel your orgasm nearing. You clench around his fingers, your moans getting louder. Now, the thought of a teacher overhearing your explicit moans clearing from your head, your mind relaxing on the thought. All you can think of is how high you’re getting from the pleasure.

“Hyunjin… Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum soon… Hyunjin - ah, mmh,” one hand reaching up, the back of your hand pressing against your lips. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down. His hands move faster, and his mouth sucks at your clit. Your back begins to arch, your climax dangerously close.

But, it doesn’t come.

Hyunjin’s hands pull out of your pussy and he stands up when your back twitches, about to throw itself up when your climax hits. You look at Hyunjin with wide, glossy eyes. Sweat dripping down your forehead. Your legs twitch from the lost orgasm.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You snap, and Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you a raised brow and a smirk.

“You don’t get to cum, yet,” Hyunjin climbs over you again, trapping you down underneath his arms as he pushes himself in between your legs, and you could feel how hard he was just by a small brush of his bulge against your thigh. “Now, be good for me and take my cock like a good slut.” Your back stiffens from the vulgar slur, but it only makes your oversensitive pussy even wetter.

Hyunjin is quick when he lets his pants drop down with his boxers, and his dick springs free. His achingly red cock pressing against his stomach. As you look from his cock to his eyes, you feel waves of fear spring over you. However, Hyunjin’s soft touch on your face calms your nerves. His other hand pumps his member a few times before the tip it teases against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” Hyunjin groans, and you don’t answer, watching as Hyunjin slowly pushes himself into you, raw. Your head falls from the feeling, and Hyunjin’s mouth falls open, letting out a breathy groan as he eased himself into you. Your throbbing womanhood getting used to such a feeling. Once his pelvis bone is pressed against your ass, he stays there like that for a moment, and you get used to his size.

After a few moments of the sounds of both of your loud breaths, Hyunjin’s face nears yours, and your eyes flicker open to stare into his dark eyes. “I’m gonna start movin’, (Y/N),” he warns, and you nod.

“Please…” You grumble, and Hyunjin’s lip rises in a smirk.

“Please?”

“Move… Fuck me hard, Hyunjinnie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s about time you stopped fucking teasing me, huh?” You growl out, irritated.

Hyunjin’s smirk drops to a frown, and his hand grips your cheeks harshly, “Watch your tone with me, (Y/N). You can be so fucking proud, and that’s one of the reasons I wanna hate you. But, you’re too irresistable not to fuck until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” And, after that, he ever so slowly pulls out of you before ramming himself back into you. So harshly and aggressively, it moves the whole table enough to where it creaks on it’s old legs. You let out a loud, inevitable moan that forces its way out of your lips.

Hyunjin does that a few times, and he throws his head back because of the pleasure. His face drowned in lust, and you clung to the table. A new burning sensation in your core as Hyunjin’s dick rams into your pure walls, deriving them from their innocence. You’re heat clenches around him as he pulls himself in and out of you. Slowly driving himself out before ramming into you.

But, he doesn’t do that for long when he starts to find a fast rhythm. One hand gripping your thigh while the other holds himself up on the table. He’ll sometimes let out breathy grunts or groans, but you’re on the verge of screaming out from how fast he was going. His cock burning your walls, sending a new sensation through you. It’s painful, but you’re loving it so much. You’re loving the burn, the penetration, everything.

Your eyes are closed, pure ecstasy running through you as your hands move up to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him close to you and into a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. Both of your mouths open to crash your tongues together in bliss as your legs wrap around Hyunjin loosely. His hips stay consistent, but your hips twitch and stutter. Your back stiffening and twitching, pressing tight against Hyunjin’s clothed torso as he kisses you. One of his hands guiding up to harshly caress your cheek, jaw and neck. His long fingers tugging lightly at your hair as your hands screwed with Hyunjin’s hair. Running through it, gripping it, even tugging it sometimes.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N),” He moans against your lips, moving away to rest his lips against your neck as he groans, his hips stuttering slightly, throwing him off his rhythm, “You’re pussy’s so fuckin’ good. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You moan out in response, too lost in desire, lust and euphoric, blissful pleasure to form something as simple as a response. Your mind so blank, nothing running through your mind other than how Hyunjin’s cock makes your pussy feel so fucking good. How he makes you feel so fucking good. The way it’s overstimulated and edged on, it’s almost overwhelming to the point you want to cry from the stimulation.

You begin to moan, nearly screaming out Hyunjin’s name as you feel your climax nearing, clenching helplessly around his cock. “Hyunjin… Hyunjin! Oh, fuck, Hyunjin - ah, I’m gonna cum! Please, oh god, please, I wanna cum so… ah! - so fuckin’ bad…” Your words are slurred, but enough for Hyunjin to make out.

“Mmh… Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, baby girl,” your back arches, flush against Hyunjin’s body as your gut erupts with a new feeling. Your neck cranes as your eyes open, rolling into the back of your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Cumming all over Hyunjin’s cock as he stops his thrusts, deep inside you to let you cum. Your mind hazing as you let out a string of high - pitched moans. Your body twitches and your knuckles turn white from gripping Hyunjin’s tee shirt.

Once you’re halfway through your climax, nearing the part where your whole body relaxes, Hyunjin quickly pulls out. Getting up from you, and your arms drop to your side as you breath heavily, coming down from your high. Hyunjin pumps his cock fast in his hands. Not slowing down whatsoever as his eyes squeeze shut. You watch his face as his mouth opens, moaning loudly as he cums over your stomach.

Once he is down from his climax, he breathes heavily. Sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. Your head falls back, your eyes closing as exhaustion then waves over your body. Catching your breath.

You didn’t even notice Hyunjin leaving shortly to grab an old cup from the counter and fill it with water before coming back. Dipping his fingers in the water to wipe his cum off of you. You jump at the sensation, but relax when you see Hyunjin’s distant, wistful smile. You watch as he wipes it off, making sure it’s clean before dumping the cup in the sink. Your heart quickens as Hyunjin puts on his clothes before he walks over to grab your clothes and silently help you put them on. He doesn’t really make eye contact with you, but it’s a comfortable silence. The first ever comfortable silence you’ve had with him.

It’s then, as he helped wipe you clean, dress you and make sure you were already by wiping the sweat off of your face with the back of his hand that Hyunjin wasn’t who you thought he was. Everything’s not as it seems. The way he smiles so adoringly at you as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheekbone ever so lovingly makes you feel conflicted with feelings.

At some point, Hyunjin lays down next to you on the art table. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of your just staring at the ceiling, shoulders and legs touching.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He whispers, and you finally look over to him. He wears a delicate smile, and a tear trickles down the side of his face, “I really shouldn’t. I really don’t know why, but I do.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence, and you swear your heart shattered right there. “I… I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It’s only making everything worse for me. It’s making everything hurt so much more.”

He sits up, wiping his face, turning his back from you. He sniffs softly, letting out sharp breaths as his back trembled from his hoarse breathing.

You sit up, too. Reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, but you hesitate.

No. If Hyunjin isn’t really who you thought he was, you want, you need to get to know the real him.

So, you make up your mind.

You get off of the table to move in front of him, and he tries to move away, his hands covering his red face. You gently grip his hands, pulling them away from his face. And it’s a sight you thought you’d never have to see. His eyes are red, his face wet and pink from the tears staining his face. It’s such a pitiful look on him, and you thought you’d never, ever see him so vulnerable. He keeps him looking down, trying to pull his hands away, but you have a tight grip on them.

“Look at me, Hyunjin.” You demand in a soft, yet firm voice. Hyunjin doesn’t for a moment, and you were about to repeat yourself, but Hyunjin’s eyes lock with yours. You give him a soft sigh and smile, “Hyunjin. You’ve proved to me that you’re not the person I thought you were. And… if you’re really not the douchebag, fuckboy and absolute asshate that I know, then… then I’ll stay by your side. Alright?”

Your heart hammers against your chest as Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly, another tear slowly dripping down his face. You let go of one of his hands to gently rub it away with your thumb. Just below his eye. Hyunjin stares at you with wide, doubtful eyes. His lips slightly ajar as his hand trembles in yours.

So, to ease the silence, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. With no tongue, it’s an innocent kiss. He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he does after a moment.

And, the rest of that night was spent in that old art room. Either talking to each other, kissing each other or holding each other that night. You learned a lot about Hyunjin. About why he likes to fuck around, why he thinks he’s in love with you and other things about his life. You also told him a lot about you, about why you didn’t feel right about him at first.

And, by the end of that night, you could easily conclude that you’re in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and that it’s possible to fall in love with someone in the span of one night after years and years of hating each other.

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An AU where nobody's an orphan! Hc Sparda twins' s/o meeting their parents plz- Watch out here's some mama Eva

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Ah yes. What could have been if Capcom hadn’t cheated us out of it.

Here, Dante and Vergil are depicted in their DMC3 age of nineteen. This also turned into a college AU, so.

Toxic

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Dante

He was going to drop out if you hadn’t offered to tutor him. Vergil wouldn’t do it, saying that Dante would actually understand the curriculum if he didn’t slack off.

So when you offered to do it, it was a lifesaving moment.

“I hate this boring shit,” Dante groans, slamming his head into his book.

“You’re just being dramatic.” You smile and hand him some coffee.

Over your study and tutoring sessions, you both developed crushes on each other. You thought Dante was cute despite the constant whining, and he thought you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on. Unlike everyone he knew, you actually took the time out of your day to put up with him, willingly. It was heartwarming.

But you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to risk what you had with your feelings.

Your relationship with Dante changed the moment he got his exam score back. He stood there in absolute shock. It was an A-, a massive improvement. You congratulated him, praising him on a job well done, and that’s when Dante strode over and pressed your lips together.

You two became a couple after that. So, for a few months it was just dates and getting to know each other better. (And getting snuck into Dante’s dorm.)

Dante and his brother planned on returning home for Christmas break, which made you a little jealous. You didn’t really have anywhere to go. Knowing this, Dante invited you to come with them. You gladly accepted.

Dante laughed at your awestruck face over the mansion. You knew of his background, but you didn’t know it was like this!

You were accepted immediately by Sparda and Eva. But as kind as they were, you instantly knew how protective they were of him. Dante told you the story of the house fire years ago, which nearly resulted in his and Eva’s lives. So their protective nature was understandable.

You had a talk with Eva. While you had her approval, you knew that if you were to ever break Dante’s heart, you would regret it. You would never do that, but still.

Momma Eva will come after you if you hurt her baby. She may be kind, but mothers are a force to be reckoned with.

Vergil

You were both the top of your class, so therefore rivals (or, at least, you proclaimed the two of you to be rivals. Vergil couldn’t care less.)

The “rivalry” stopped when Vergil saved you one night. You refused to tutor some boy, someone who was notorious for intimidating top students into doing his work for him. You were stubborn in refusing, but he didn’t take it well. He and his friends jumped you, and that’s when Vergil arrived out of nowhere. He stood between you and your attackers, who were stunned and frightened. Vergil could be quite intimidating, especially now that he had a sword. Wait, where the hell did he get a sword??

They ran with their tails between their legs. Cowards, really.

You tried to play it off coolly. “Thought you were gonna kill them for a second.”

A scoff. “Mother would have my head if I harmed a human.”

Ah. A momma’s boy, then.

You managed to worm your way into his life after that, and slowly, into his heart. Vergil watched you and your mannerisms, and, as gross as it was, he found it adorable. You seemed… precious. The urge to protect you strengthened as time went on. It was an unlikely change.

At one point you tried grabbing this large, heavy box off a high shelf. It would have fallen off and crushed you if Vergil hadn’t darted over and and stopped it with his hands, grabbing it and pulling it down. You sighed, and Vergil started scolding you.

“What were you thinking? I’m 6’5”, I could have easily gotten that for you. If I hadn’t rushed over and stopped it in time it would have—”

You grabbed the side of his face and kissed his cheek. Vergil immediately stopped talking.

“My fierce protector,” You chuckled, kissing his temple. “Thank you for being there for me.” You’ve never seen Vergil blush before.

When you met Sparda and Eva, they were shocked. They didn’t expect Vergil to be the one to leave and come back with a partner, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

Like with Dante, they’re protective of him. His first trigger was under… dire and traumatic circumstances, nearly losing his mother and brother one night. After going through so much, Eva became quite protective over her son, and obviously talked to you voicing her concerns.

“Just don’t hurt him.” Eva told you. “He’s so young and has been through so much already. So treat him nice. Do not hurt him.”

Of course you wouldn’t. How could you? You loved him, after all.

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