#and i want to take a class on this next year

[beabatoru]

500 days of you ── .✦ spiderman! gojo x reader

pairing . academic rivals spiderman! gojo x reader

summary ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being at the top of your class for the past few years has not been a problem for you at all, that is until he transfers in, stealing away your spot with his genius intellect and annoyingly good 4.5 gpa, better than your 4.0, all while wearing that stupid grin you just want to punch off. what's worse is he also happens to be the cities hero, in who you fall in love with, unknowing to who was under the blue mask.

warning . college au, academic rivals to lovers, eventual smut, gojo is a pervert, panty stealing, dry humping, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, sexual harassment, toxic relationship with family, unhealthy diet, fluff, set in new york like any other spiderman, female reader, p in v, oral, reader is a virgin, violence, gojo is full of himself, webs used.. inappropriately.

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a . n : this is a reupload from my old blog ! it also means that I will continue this series because I miss spiderman gojo :((

500 days is all you have left until you graduate. according to your calendar that you have self made with several pictures from your childhood up to your teenage years, placed neatly beside your bed so you could cross each day as it passes with your baby pink highlighter, you have exactly two years. today, december 20, marks your first day of long awaited winter break in which you desperately needed after enduring what you believe was the worlds hardest final exam for your humanized and social science class.

your roommate has decided to take this time to go visit her family back at her hometown, to spend a few days with her family wrapped in a comforting warm and cozy atmosphere alongside whatever her family provides. but you chose to stay behind, not that you had anymore exams to finish up or anything, but because going back to see your family, if you could even call them one, wasn't even an option. your relationship with them wasn't abusive or anything, just strained, always putting your brother's needs before yours. that's part of why you picked the farthest college you could away from them, an entire different timezone.

you wouldn't call it running away, because that implies fear, you'd just call it more of a extraction. a nice and peaceful separation. sure, they reach out once in a while, but you always come up with excuses on the spot to end the call early. they barely knew that much about you, hell, they didn't even know which college you were going to even your plan in majoring in physics until a month before you left.

nyu is a beautiful campus, not traditional in any way, it bleeds right into the city. any spot there would be perfect to study, and well you didn't have anything to do for the next two weeks so a little studying before the next semester even starts. so with that you made your way over to your locker which was a brief fifteen minute walk away from your dorm.

you don't mind the walk, no rush, no crowds. the usual buzz of students chirping has died down. its not a eerily type of quiet, its peaceful. the faint sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the almost empty hallway. reaching your neatly decorated locker, you opened it unaware of the person right next to you, the door swung right into them.

"shit-"

your eyes widened as you saw the persons books fall right out their hands.

"oh my god im so sorry! I didn't see you there!" you immediately crouched down to pick of the several textbooks, most of them being physics for semester two. it wouldn't be a surprise if the owner of these books would be in the same class as you. "its alright" the mysterious person chuckled as they took away the books from your hands.

your eyes widened as they landed on them. or him, actually. he had beautiful bright blue eyes that for sure held every secret of the ocean, and snowy white hair that resembled the snow that was falling right outside. you couldn't even get a word out.

"im satoru." he said, waiting for you to give your name to him.

"right.. right. I mean- im y/n." you stumbled across your words. he gave you a crooked smile, almost naturally as he saw you stutter. his hands now itched onto his heavy physics books, tilting his head as he studied you. "you have any idea where mr. thompson's class is?" his smooth voice asked. mr. thompson. thats the name of your physics teacher.

"yeah! yeah he's my physics teacher!" that came out a bit more excited than you intended it to. "yeah? mind being an angel and leading me to it?"

you laughed softly, hoping the light pink tint on your cheeks weren't noticed by him. oh but they were. the awkward tension melted right away. "of course."

he didn't mind the blush, and the way his smile widened told you that he definitely noticed your blushing, but he didn't say anything about it, instead allowing you to show him the way around the campus. he fell into step beside you recalling how you as well had this course. "so.." he broke the silence, "you actually understand physics are you just one of those people who pretend to know what you're doing?"

you shook your head laughing a bit as your gaze fell down to your shoes against the pavement. "no, no I understand. im majoring in it so I kind of have to. but it honestly depends on the day, sometimes I feel like the textbook is gaslighting me" now it was his turn to let out a laugh. and it sounded genuine. "thats great. back at my old uni, people were only there for the credits or whatever. no one was really as passionate as I am." you gaze shifted to him. "oh, which school did you transfer from?"

"colombia university."

"is the lack of people taking physics seriously the reason for your transfer?" you asked half jokingly, but you wouldn't be surprised if that actually was the reason, you knew some people like that.

he sucked in a soft breath, eyes flickering from your figure to look forward. "no I just.. wanted a different environment I guess." there was a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you didn't push it. after all you just met this boy not even five minutes ago. you both finally reached mr. thompson's classroom, his door slightly ajar. "he should be in here.. he always is., im convinced he lives in there"

he hummed looking into the classroom, catching a glimpse of the bald headed man hunched over a stack of papers before looking down at you. "thank you, y/n. I hope we see each other in uh two weeks?" the way he said your name sent your butterflies on a rollercoaster.

"yeah.. yeah I hope so too." you said quietly which earned a sweet smile from him before he walked in to talk about whatever he needed to with the professor. with one final look at the door you turned, only to remember you didn't even grab your books, let alone close your locker which was the whole point you came out of your dorm. you quickly rushed back with the thought of the new student lingering in the back of your mind.

── .✦

in the blink of an eye, the break was over, and the dreadful second semester rolled right around the corner. the traumatizing sound of your alarm that was set at 7 on the dot woke you up for your 9 am physics class, slicing through the silence and especially your slumber.

you groaned, clicking repeatedly at your phone to shut the ear piercing sound off. for a second, you considered skipping. but you knew mr. thompson doesn't play no games, and neither did that syllabus. so you dragged yourself out of your bed, limbs heavy, and mind still foggy as you began to miss the warmth provided by your bed. the sky outside was still that dusty gray, soft flakes falling right out of it.

after making yourself a cup of coffee, you brushed out your hair to be somewhat socially acceptable. you were the top student of the school either way, you had to be presentable at all times. you threw on a jacket and a cute pair of pants before making your way out of your dorm, holding envy for your roommate for not having a morning class.

by the time you reached the lecture hall, well your body because your soul was still trapped in between your blankets, you noticed that you werent there first one there like always. your eyes landed on him.

satoru.

he was seated right there at the front of the class, his posture was excellent, back straight, shoulders relaxed, giving you another reason to like about him. his eyes were trained on his phone, with his earbuds blasting whatever he was listening to in his ears. but they shifted as you walked in, and when your eyes met, a soft smile appeared on his pink tinted lips making your chest feel just a little too full.

maybe the second semester didn't seem so dreadful at all.

"hey.." he took out an earbud out of his ear as you approached, sliding in the seat right next to him. "hi" you replied, placing your bag next to you. "glad we're in this class together. haven't really met anyone else since we talked."

"that so? not even your roommate?" you unconsciously fixed your hair to try and maybe woo him with your beauty. "oh actually i'm living in an apartment" your hand stopped playing with your hair.

"an apartment? in New York? the school is already bleeding us dry.. what are you, rich or something?"

that earned a chuckle from him, a quiet one that made your stomach flip. "yeah.. sure." he had a grin on his face, making you question if it was a joke or not. you both watched as more seats filled up with new and old students. but everyone was eventually startled when mr. thomspon walked in and slammed a textbook onto his desk.

"well I'd like to say im disappointed from last semesters final exam results." he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "but id be lying."

a beat of silence.

"im proud to say that everyone passed." a relieved sigh escaped almost everyones mouths, echoing across the room. "and of course, ms. l/n, miss goody two shoes," you placed a hand on your chest in mock offense making satoru sniffle a laugh next to you. "you got the highest mark, like every year." he grumbled. "im starting to think you're just here to make everyone else feel bad about their grades."

"only slightly." you muttered under your breath, loud enough for satoru to hear. he turned a bit towards you. "lets see how long you stay up there, miss top of the class, until I snatch your spot."

you stared at him while he turned back to face the front. he was just joking right? I mean no one could steal away your spot. no one has for the past two years, and no one will. right?

── .✦

oh but you were wrong. oh so so so wrong.

this boy wasn't your new friend. he was your rival, like his whole existence was to take away everything you've worked hard for. he wasn't your soon to be charming lab partner or the cute guy you'd hang out with at a local cafe after class.

he was your academic nemesis.

it didn't hit you right away. not until the first quiz given to the class was passed back in which you got a 97% on. but once you saw a fucking 100% on satoru's paper circled in a horrid red ink, thats when it hit you. and the cherry on top was when mr. thompson grinned and leaned down to whisper, "looks like you've got competition." you stared at satoru like he had just murdered your family, not that you minded, but in a way he murdered your entire existence.

he looked at the paper, like he didn't even care that he passed, because to him this was normal. he caught your expression and was confused to see that the usual soft look on your pretty face was now replaced with pure wrath.

this wasn't just 480 days of school anymore.

this was war.

every time you raised your hand to answer a question, it was always outshined by satorus. damn him and his longer limbs. and every time, the professor would call on him.

every. single. time.

you even considered this being sexist. then satoru would answer correctly, of course. damn mr. thompson for finding this whole rivalry hilarious. like if your whole identity as "the smart one" wasn't practically being lit on fire in front of everyone right now. you felt the shift, and you heard the whispers of you being out throned. and what made this whole situation worse was that stupid charm that he offered you with, "im glad to be in physics with you." a lie.

a damn lie.

and you couldn't help but hate him for it every day, every higher mark, every time he got called on, and every time he smiled at you in the mornings or in the hallways thinking you two were still friends.

it didn't help that everyone practically loved him. girls slipped their numbers to him every other day, even undergraduates which you found disgusting. he did everything so effortless while you stayed up until 2 am re-reading lessons, burning through notebooks, killing your pens, and even pulling all nighters like kay chung for important upcoming exams, mistreating your body with more caffeine than you could handle to try and claw your way back up the top.

until eventually you burnt out.

you ignored every 'hello' coming from him or any stupid joke he'd come up with, you settled on a different seat away from him not having the guts to stare at him be better than you for another second. not while he thrived and you crumbled.

and it was like you were back at home, always being seen as the second option right after your brother. a man. of course the second you feel like you are finally worthy of something, someone has to take it away from you. but why now? why after two years in which you spent trying to escape that feeling, was everything going downhill? you weren't even sure if he was even aware of the harm he was causing you mentally and physically.

that he was undoing you without even trying.

but he did notice. he noticed how you stopped talking to him, saying hello or laughing at his jokes or even avoiding his gaze like if it would burn your eyes if you made eye contact, and it hurt because you were practically his only friend other than a boy he met in his calculus class. suguru geto, aka his 'man in the chair.' he always alarmed satoru discreetly whenever there was a bank robbery happening down the street. because not only was satoru now holding the title of the top student of nyu, but he was also the hero of manhattan.

"spiderman makes an unwanted appearance again last night," the news reporter said with her voice being more sharper than the bold lettering on the headline scrolling beneath her, "at a secluded alley near the 'sunny time up' bar, involving a man attempting to steal one of the employee's vehicle."

click.

"when will this vigilante wake up and realize that this job is for law enforcement"

click.

"he's a danger to the people of manhattan! this isn't a comic book, he's interfering with police work!"

every time you clicked on the remote to change channels, spiderman was everywhere. for someone the people claim to hate, he sure is the talk of the week.

"dude is like time square on new years.." you mumbled mostly to yourself.

"my father hates him." your roommate, wendy's father is the head of the police department. he's always complaining about he boy who hides away behind the blue mask, claiming that he is causing more trouble in the busy city. you gave a dry laugh. "your father hates everyone, including me" she sat on your bed next to you, holding a bag of chips in her hand which she offered you.

"I dont see why it's such a big deal. he does more than the police has done in the past five years. he's like what? our age? from what I have heard he is definitely not beyond his twenties." you stared at the video of him swinging across buildings, the sharp blue color of his suit making it hard to lose sight of him.

the color reminded you of satoru's eyes.

your mood suddenly shifted as you thought of him, your appetite was long gone as your stomach twisted in disgust. "how are you holding up with the whole academic rivalry thing."

"shut up." you grumbled.

"I feel like it's one sided, well from what i've heard from you." wendy's voice was quiet, but her words stung. because deep down, you have told yourself the same thing.

"its like he doesn't even try." you dragged your hand across your face as you stared at the textbooks on your desk before they shifted to the calendar right above it. 455 more days.

454 more days.

453 more days.

452 more days.

451 more days.

450 more days.

another school week has passed by. another week of avoiding his intense stare across the lecture hall. another week of hearing him laugh with that black haired boy that had way too many piercings on his face. another week of debating if anything was even worth it anymore.

you looked back up to your calendar, staring at that number written beneath the date. 450 more days until graduation! you got this! how many more days until everything will stop feeling so heavy.

how many more until you stopped caring.

but its like you couldn't even catch a break. your negative thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone. you slowly dragged it out your back pocket before looking down at the called id.

mom.

you couldn't answer. not with your voice cracking or tears falling. you couldn't let them know that you were struggling the same way you were all your childhood and you especially couldn't give them that sense of pride in the way you were burning out. how could you tell them the pressure didn't go away but it only shifted from different mouths in different places. you couldn't handle hearing, "I told you so."

'just stay in state, I dont see why you have to move all the way to the other side of the world. you won't be able to handle it like your brother.'

'your brother stayed here in the same state, why can't you do the same? he visits us regularly!..'

shaking away the echoes of your parents voices, you watched the slow rise and fall of wendy's chest, and you quietly zipped up your jacket before sneaking out. fresh air was what you needed right now. it hit you like a reset button- the kind that clears your head. not caring where your feet took you, you made your way through the city.

the night was still alive, buildings lit up, parties at every corner you looked at, and other people walking as well. it did feel refreshing. until you heard it. a sharp, disgusting wolf whistle behind you. it was low and mocking. the city is big, its bound to have horrible beings. your steps didn't stop, your stomach twisted and you felt sick.

"hey where are you goin' sweetheart? you look delicious." the slurred voice behind you said. you didn't even have to look back to know what kind of man it was. your pace quickened, trying to reach a store or anything that had some sort of crowd. but the footsteps behind you didn't stop, they matched your speed and quickened.

this was exactly what your brother warned you about. being in such. huge city will only be more dangerous. you felt your throat drying up and you looked down at your shadows, seeing the mans hand reach for you. but before even his fingers could brush against you, a blur of blue and white appeared. there was a soft thud, a groan, then silence.

you slowly turned.

"hey," spiderman said calmly shooting a web right on the strangers face. "she's not interested." the man stumbled back, letting out a muffled yelp, fear overthrowing whatever he was on. he didn't even budge. your heart was still racing as you took in his muscular figure. and then he turned to face you. ".. now what are you doing outside at night, hm?" his voice shifted into a much softer one, like he was talking to a kid. you wanted to talk but you couldn't get a word out as you felt the heaviness in your throat as well as the weight you've been carrying from the past few months.

the way he stood was so familiar. "im sorry.." is all you could get out, you soft voice quivered which immediately sent his senses off. "hey, hey its alright why are you apologizing?" his large hands cupped your cheeks. despite them being gloved, they were warm and comforting. his thumbs swept under your eyes wiping away any incoming tears. "why are you apologizing?"

"I dont know.." you answered honestly. but the ache of not being enough was resurfacing. he let out a quiet breath at your answer. "thats okay.. you dont have to explain." his hands didn't move away from your face, in fact you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"let me take you home." he whispered. "..I live at the nyu dorms"

he nodded before dropping his hands to grab the back of your knees without any warning, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "hold on baby, okay?" your tired mind couldn't even process the pet name before allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, placing your head in the crook of it as well.

without another word, he laughed upward, shooting a web into the sky. the loud roaring of the wind as you both swung across building from building deafened your ears. gravity tugged at your stomach with every sharp dip and rise. you unknowingly shook in his hold, the hand that was holding you rubbed your back before settling to cupping the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your ass. "its okay, I got you."

his hand and feet stuck to the side of the dormitory building. "which dorm is yours angel?"

angel

that pet name reminded you of satoru. why is it that the smallest things reminded you of him? why does your mind insist in continuing to think about him. "... that one." you pointed to the window just two floors up and to the side, in which he crawled to, tightening his hold your plush thigh. he carefully slid the window open, crawling in.

"we're here.." he could barely get out before the soft click of a lamp lit up the room, revealing wendy who was staring at the both of you, holding onto each other rather intimately. your arms were still wrapped around his neck while his leg was pressed right in between yours, in the middle of placing you down.

your eyes widened as you stared back at wendy. "you're awake.." you whispered.

"you're with spiderman.." she stated the obvious. you and him were quiet, the silence louder than you wanted it to as you backed away from him. "I wake up to see you missing, assuming you probably went out to party, only to see you grinding on spider mans leg? oh my dad would hate you even more right now" the masked vigilante cleared his throat, his hand was still placed on your waist, not wanting to completely let go of you yet.

"I should.. get going." he murmured, before looking at you, not wendy. and behind the mask, you swore that for whatever reason he didn't want to leave.

"oh.. yeah uhm thank you, have I thanked you yet? whatever just.. thanks for everything." you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. with one final lingering squeeze on your waist, he pulled away. "any time." he then turned back to wendy. "can you tell your dad to stop trying to tase me?"

"nope." she furrowed her eyebrows.

"..worth a shot. take good care of your friend for me yeah?" he asked before leaving through the window, allowing the city to take him back. wendy's head sharply turned to look at you.

"what..?"

she blinked, once and twice and thrice. "you've got a lot of explaining to do." she grinned.

── .✦

"you just come back from patrolling?" suguru asked as his fingers moved quickly on his controller letting out a few curse words when his opponent did damage on him. "yeah.." satoru closed the window behind him, tugging off his mask letting his white locks spread out, making him look like a model. he threw it on his bed, making his was deeper into his apartment. "you can't just use my pc whenever you want to man." he grumbled as he watched suguru get a victory royale.

"hey, if im helping you out on your little 'hero' shit, I can play whenever the hell I want."

satoru undressed, pulling up some grey sweatpants, but staying shirtless. scars adorned his torso and chest. "guess who I ran into."

"uhh that crazy police guy that tried tasing you."

satoru shivered at the memory. "no thank god. it was y/n." suguru clicked off the game turning his full attention to his friend. "the chick you like?" the blue eyed boy nodded. "saved her from some drunk shit, took everything in me not to kill that bastard after seeing her cry."

"what happened then?"

"took her back to her dorm.. met her roommate as well. turns out she's the daughter of the head of the police department. anyways, y/n looks horrible.. like there's something going on with her."

"yeah its you. you stole away her spot of top student." suguru reminded him. "I didn't mean to!" satoru defended himself.

"her friend for sure is going to spread around the fact that she saw y/n with spiderman. talk to her about it." satoru thought about it. if he asked you if everything was okay with you after last night, maybe you'll start talking to him again.

one thing about wendy is that she can't keep anything to herself. suguru was right, your encounter with spiderman spread like wildfire. like full blown social media wildfire. your name was brought up in multiple group chats, tweets, even those dumb confession accounts on instagram.

"SPIDERMANS GOT A GIRLFRIEND LMFAOOO"

"yall hear y/n slept with spiderman?"

"what do they call baby spiders?"

you were speeding past everyone, heart racing like you were in a heist movie making your way to your next class before you were stopped. "hey.." the familiar voice cut through the air. satoru. "heard what happened last night.. everything okay?" he asked, noticing how thin your wrists were.

was this another one of his acts? "yeah.." you mumbled. "everything fine." you tried brushing it off but he wasn't having it. he raised an eyebrow before his hand placed right on your waist, the same spot spider mans hand was on. "talk to me. you ghosted me weeks ago.. did I say something or do something?"

dont act so innocent, you thought. of course he did something. "physics is just,, stressing me out I guess." which was partially true. his eyes travelled down your face, looking at your lips before his tongue darted out to lick his. "let me help you then."

despite the hatred you held for your rival, you missed him. sure you only talked a few times, but you missed talking to him, his dumb jokes and his dorky smile. "..okay" you agreed. "maybe later this week." and for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest felt light.

── .✦

your classes were finally over. with your bag placed over your shoulder, you made your way outside after deciding to pick up some sweet treats for both you and wendy, who you were still kind of annoyed at for spreading around your encounter with spiderman. you reached the warm welcoming bakery, picking out whatever looked delicious, chocolate cover croissants, blueberry muffins, and a few cream puffs before making your way to check out. the second you stepped out, the rain decided to make an appearance. one that you weren't prepared for.

you clutched onto the bag full of treats.

"you again?" the voice came from above you. you looked up, moving your dripping wet hair to get a closer look. there he was, perched upside down from a streetlight. "..here to save me from the rain?" you asked half jokingly. he hummed, flipping down to land right in front of you. "of course baby. wouldn't want you to get sick.."

his arms wrapped around your waist before shooting a web straight up the roof of the bakery, pulling you both off the ground. you let out a little yelp holding onto both him and the pastry bag. seconds later you both were outside the window of your dorm, before he effortlessly opened it up placing you on your bed. your shirt rose up a little exposing your cute little spiderman boxers.

"is that me?" he asked tracing the waistband that had his heroine name in bold letters. your breath hitched. you completely forgot about those, or even buying them let alone wearing them today. both you and wendy went shopping a couple days back, going into the kids section and jokingly buying each a pair of spiderman undies.

'hey you should wear these to thank him.' she snorted

'eat shit.'

your hand shot out to push his away, chuckling nervously. "okay thats enough.." but he was faster, he grabbed your wrist forcing it to be on your mattress before his other gloved hand tugged up his mask enough to expose his mouth. his jawline was sharp, and those pink lips.. your eyes widened as you looked up at him. "ah.. spiderman?" he brought said hand up to his mouth, his teeth pulling off his glove before spitting it out somewhere else.

"nah.. let me see this." he pulled up your shirt, showing off your midriff, as well as pulling your pants down to your knees. "mm yeah thats me alright.." you felt your heart pounding in your ears. his tongue darted out to lick your stomach.

"spider-man..!" you gasped. he looked up at you, wanting to savor this moment. as if he wanted to memorize this exact version of you.

"never thought I'd be someones fashion statement." he moaned as he saw the wet patch starting to form. his thumb placed itself right on it. "this alright..?" he wanted you bad, but he also wanted you to be okay with this. you nodded looking up at him with a look that just drove him crazy.

his rubbing continued before he pulled away pulling down just the lower half of his suit. "its hard as hell to hide my dick in this shit." he grumbled.

oh.

oh.

he was huge. like really, really big and heavy, it couldn't even stand up correctly. he fisted his cock a few times, watching his pre- cum ooze out before placing it right on your clothed cunt. you wrapped your legs around his torso, bringing him closer in. "thats it." he groaned slowly rocking into you. your body shook with every hump of his hips, the wet patch in your spidey briefs grew bigger. his hands traveled throughout your body, hot and rough as two fingers found their way into your mouth, forcing you to lick them. "good girl, get them nice and wet for me baby."

his voice was low and dripping with arousal. he brought his head closer to your face. you whimpered softly as your hands tugged at his suit, your legs that were still wrapped around him trembled. "wearing these and you expect me not to ruin you?" he moaned as he dipped a finger into the pouch that every boxer had, feeling how much you wanted him. the two fingers that were toying with your tongue left with a loud pop before his lips found yours in a sweet but messy kiss.

just before he could release his hot seed onto you, there was a knock at the door.

"y/nnnn! let me in I forgot my keys!" damn wendy. spiderman sighed pecking your lips one more time before he pulled back, sliding down his mask. he reached for the glove he threw away as well as his lower part of his suit. "ill be taking these as well.." he murmured ripping off your briefs, which had you cringing at the sound, exposing your cunt to the cold air. "ill see you around okay, darling? thank you for this, such an angel."

and with that he left. leaving you with no release and nothing covering your lower half.

"y/n!" wendy knocked again.

"coming!"

oh you wish you were.

[flowerboypoet]

i reposted this like two months ago and he fucking died this morning.

i guess not this morning because it’s 1am the next day but like he was alive yesterday. he was alive in the morning. i was awake when he died in the morning.

i found out six hours ago and i have been crying on and off ever since. my friend called me immediately after she found out—didn’t even process her feelings just immediately was like “i have to call sol”. we were on the phone four and half hours. i’ve tried to fill the silence. i don’t want to be alone. or sober. but alas.

like what the fuck do you do when your favorite professor dies?

i will miss him forever. i am so beyond devastated.

this is the most pain i think ive ever been in.

he was fucking 48. he has a wife and three kids. he drove a stupid little blue car he was way too fucking big for and he’s a fucking nerd. he’s the professor the upper classmen tell you to never take a class with because “he’s mean” or whatever but he gave me so much grace and patience and showed me so much kindness and i will never be able to tell him that he fucking saved my life this year. i will never see him again. i was supposed to have him again in the fall. i was supposed to see him in two months. i haven’t seen him in over a month. i will never see him again.

i will miss him for the rest of my life. i don’t know how im supposed to just fucking do college after this. he fucking carried me through my whole freshman year and now i’m supposed to just do the rest of college without him. i feel like time has stopped moving.

Currently using the idea of "he will be proud of me" to study

[r3starttt]

MEET ME HALFWAY

SUMMARY: Abby falling for her baby's cute teacher ♡

CW: Abby’s child is referred as child and kid and they most time cs I couldn't decide if we want girl mom or boy mom. Pure fluff ♡

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Abigail Anderson is the kind of mom who shows up to every school event in running shoes and a flannel she barely remembered buttoning.

Coffee in hand. Hair in a ponytail.

And the most terrifying glare when someone tried to parent her baby wrong.

Her kid — 4 years old, wild curls, way too clever — was her entire world.

And then there’s you.

Her kid’s teacher who leaves sticky notes in the homework folder and always writes the cutest words of encouragement for the little goblin.

Who then turns into the friend she didn’t know she needed — who asks her if she's eaten, for once.

At first, Abby’s all boundaries.

No flirting. No mess. She’s a mom first.

But youre just too thoughtful.

You tell Abby she’s doing a good job — and she tries not to cry because no one says that.

And then one night after a school thing and a few words to convince you, her baby's asleep, and you’re helping wash dishes, laughing about something dumb.

And Abby just stops. Looks at you.

“Maybe we met a little too late… but exactly when we needed to.” Abby stops, fully blushed as she realized her words. "We— you know what I mean."

Your heart? Gone.

“You’re... too good at this. It's unfair.” Abby talks as you say nothing. Her hands holding the wet sponge as she washes the dishes next to you.

“At what?” Your tone is genuine, quiet. Being her kid's teacher? Being her kid's friend? Being Abby’s friend?

She hesitates.

“The whole… showing up. Making things feel easy. You make us feel… steady.”

She looks at you like she’s trying to say something else without saying it.

Her hands slow. The warm light above the sink flickers once, like even the kitchen’s holding its breath too.

You don’t look away.

Neither does she.

You murmur, “Steady’s a two-person job, you know.” Then a pause, one that comes along a nervous laugh on your behalf. "Well... in this case, a three person job."

Her breath comes out in a laugh, and she stares back at the sink. Her fingers turn the faucet off and she just holds the sponge. The soap running down her wrist.

“Yeah, but I haven’t had a two-person anything in a long time.”

You take the dish towel to dry your hands.

This is gonna take a while.

Abby looks at your mouth. Then your eyes. Then back again.

You don't notice, being too stupidity focused on drying your hands and not saying anything dumb.

“Would it be too much to ask you to stay a little longer?”

It's like her voice — usually warm — is suddenly too much, too cold and too loud.

-

The kid had finally fallen asleep — curled up under a blanket on the other side of the couch, their curls a mess, lightened by the soft TV glow.

Now it’s just the two of you.

The end of a movie neither of you were really watching plays out in blue light.

Abby sits beside you, one knee drawn up, her arm resting on the back cushion behind your shoulders.

You pass her a mug. Tea.

She takes it with both hands, nods a thank-you, but she doesn’t drink.

Her legs are pulled up beside her. There’s a baby blanket folded over the armrest, and a sippy cup abandoned under the coffee table.

Her eyes are somewhere else, and so, youre left alone with a worried mom in her own little world.

“They were showing off today,” you say gently, a smile curling on your lips. “Told the whole class they know cursive now. Said mom taught her.”

Abby exhales — a small breath, but proud.

“Yeah. I showed them how to write ‘fierce.’ It felt right.”

You nod, watching her from the corner of your eye. “Agreed.”

Abby bites back a smile, eyes fixed on her phone. “Sometimes too much like me. Scares the hell out of me.”

Not that you're counting but it's the third time in five minutes that she looks at the monitor on her kid's room.

You nudge her with your socked foot. “They’re okay.”

“I know.”

You tilt your head. “Probably dreaming about how much mom loves them." You pause, simply staring at her still worried and pouty face. "You’re allowed to relax.”

Abby sighs. “Yeah, but what if—”

“They’re with me,” you say gently. “If anything happens, they're at school. With me.”

That’s what gets her to go still. Her eyes flick toward you, tired.

"And if not, they're here with their mom."

You lean your head back on the couch cushion. “Now that we’ve established your child is safe, and probably dreaming of something cute… tell me about you.”

She blinks. “Me?”

“Mhm.”

There’s a pause. She shifts, arms wrapped loosely around herself.

“I just want my kid to be okay. To feel safe. Like I did one thing right.”

You sit with that for a second. Let it bloom between you.

“You’re doing more than one thing right.”

She doesn’t answer. Just breathes. Stares at your hands folded in your lap like she’s thinking something but doesn’t know how to say it.

You lean in a little. Not enough to crowd her — just enough for her to know it’s okay.

Abby turns her head to look at you.

“I like plants now,” she says with a little smile. “I didn’t use to. And I still want a dog.”

You nod.

“We’re getting somewhere.”

Her laugh is quieter this time. Nervous.

“What else?” you ask, softer now. “What do you want, Abby?”

She goes quiet.

For a second, you think she won’t answer.

But then she glances down at her mug and says, half-smiling, “I used to watch nature documentaries when I couldn’t sleep. Like… obsessively.”

You don’t say anything.

You just… listen.

She shrugs, still looking down.

“I haven’t watched one in years. Didn’t feel like there was time.”

You reach over — not even thinking — and your fingers are already looking for something like that on her TV.

“There’s time now.”

Abby looks up.

You’re both quiet again.

But this time it’s not awkward. It’s charged.

Her eyes flick to your mouth. You do notice this time, but say nothing.

Because she's a single mom who's tired and you're her kid’s teacher.

And this can't be.

But it is.

Slow — like she’s giving you every chance to pull away.

But you don’t. You couldn’t.

You meet her halfway.

It’s not fireworks.

It’s not some earth-shaking thing.

It’s better.

Like something that was meant to happen and just needed the right night.

“Was that okay?” She whispers, like it's innocent and pure and not scarying every bone in her.

And you nod. Breathless.

“Yeah.”

[himasgod]

Hiya, could I please request first years with a reader/Yuu who's actually a lot older? Like, old enough to be a second or third year or maybe old enough to graduate but thanks to Crowley they're stuck in first year 😞

FIRST YEARS X READER

Where you are some years older than them, already graduated back in your world

At first, Ace doesn’t notice you're older. You’re smart, quick-witted, lowkey hot under stress, which is kind of his type, and you're way more competent than the average freshman. He assumes you just have your life together.

Then one day you offhandedly mention you already graduated somewhere else in your world. That this isn’t your first rodeo. That Crowley, in all his magnificent wisdom, stuck you in first year anyway.

“Wait. WHAT?”

He laughs—loudly.“Oh my Seven. You’re an undercover senior?! That’s so cursed. I love it.”

From then on, it’s constant teasing.

“Hey, Grandma, need help crossing the road to Alchemy?”

“Should I walk you Ramshackle after class, or do you want your cane first?”

But the teasing isn’t mean-spirited—it’s Ace’s very acelike way of flirting. What gives him away is the way his eyes linger on you when you laugh, the way he blushes when you lean in too close. The way he gets weirdly smug when you call him cute.

At some point, he admits it:

“Y’know… it’s kinda hot, actually. You being older and all. Like you’ve got everything figured out.”

“I’m literally re-doing high school.”

“Yeah. And now you’re stuck with me,which is obviously the real tragedy here.”

Despite the joking, he starts to really look out for you. Carries your textbooks. Makes sure you eat. Challenges anyone who talks down to you for being a “first year.”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks you deserve more than this weird limbo Crowley dumped you in. And if he can make you smile through it—even if you’re older, even if it’s complicated—he’ll take every chance he gets.

The moment Deuce finds out you’re older than him, it’s over. He’s already liked yo, your poise, your patience—but learning you’re basically repeating school? That you’re dealing with all this on top of it?

He looks at you like you’re a war hero.

“You’ve… already graduated? Like from a whole school back in your world?”

��And now I’m back in first year hell.”

“That’s amazing! I mean—horrible! I mean—”

He bows.

“I promise to support you to the best of my ability, sen—uh—Yuu!”

After that, Deuce is 1000% more formal. He tries so hard to be “mature enough” for you—sits straighter, studies harder, even pretends he totally understands advanced spell theory just to impress you.

You try to ease his tension, but he keeps glancing at you like you're this untouchable inspiring figure.

Which is hilarious when you’re both in a group project and you groan, “Gods, not again,” because you’ve done this assignment in a past life.

“It must really suck, huh? Being older and stuck with a bunch of us dummies.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still… I wish you didn’t have to go through this. You deserve better.”“But selfishly, I’m glad I met you this way.”

He gets bolder after that. Offers you his hand when you’re tired. Studies next to you even when he doesn't have to. And every now and then, he’ll slip:

“When we graduate—uh—I mean—when you re-graduate, I hope we can… keep seeing each other? If you're not back in your world by then....”

The crush is obvious. He respects you, maybe a little too much, but there’s something so earnest about how badly he wants to deserve you.

That might be what makes you fall for him in return.

When you first meet, Epel thinks you’re cool as hell. Calm under pressure, sarcastic, kinda intimidating in that “I’ve seen some things” way. He definitely does not clock you as someone older than him.

Then you casually mention you’ve already graduated once. And the look on his face is priceless.

“WAIT. YOU’RE���YOU’RE A WHOLE ADULT?!”

He’s flustered for like three straight weeks after that. Can’t make eye contact. Keeps forgetting his words around you. He’ll be like:

“I wasn’t checking you out! I mean—yes, but I mean, you’re all wise and stuff and I’m just a country boy and—"

Runs into a door.

What makes it worse (for him, better for us): the crush only deepens. Epel is so into the idea of someone older, more experienced, who doesn’t treat him like a delicate little flower. You actually listen when he talks. You know how to handle things. You’re cool.

He starts trying to prove himself: carrying things for you, using big words, pretending to know complex magic theories.

“Oh yeah, totally read that thesis on temporal rune distortion. Real eye-opener.”

(He 100% did not. He saw the title once.)

Eventually, he drops the act. One day, you’re both sitting under a tree after class, and he looks at you.

“I know I’m younger. And maybe I still got stuff to learn. But I ain’t a kid. I mean what I say. And I think I… y’know… I like you.”

There’s a beat of silence. He fumbles.

“Romantically! I mean romantically!!”

You laugh, but the warm kind, and Epel is pink for a week.

He doesn’t stop trying to impress you. But now he does it honestly, with his real self.

You tell him early on. It’s not like you’re trying to hide it.

“I’m technically older. Like, I was going to enter university back in my world. I should be in like... third or fourth grade here. But Crowley…”

Jack’s eyebrows go up.

“Seriously? You already graduated?”

You nod.

“…That sucks.”

And it does. But the way he says it? You know he gets it. He respects you even more after that. You’re responsible, experienced, and clearly strong enough to endure the humiliation of being stuck in first year again.

He also becomes so respectful it's actually kind of adorable. Like you’re this older pack member or smth. Holds doors open for you. Offers to carry your things. Tries not to speak over you.

You catch him watching you sometimes—like he wants to say something but keeps holding back.

Eventually, he admits it:

“I know I’m younger. But I don’t think feelings care about that stuff. I’ve… liked you for a while.”

He avoids eye contact.

“I respect you too much to pretend I don’t.”

If you accept his feelings, Jack is overjoyed—in the quiet, overwhelmed mood. He’s loyal to a fault, protective, and so serious about making you feel respected, not “babysat.”

He knows you’ve had a life before this. But he wants to be part of the next chapter.

When you reveal your age and educational background, Sebek does not take it well.

“You are a first-year! A fellow beginner! It is utterly irrational for you to be older than me!”

Cue him spiraling. He's stomping around, muttering about rules, ORDER. But then he is very flustered. Like so so flustered.

“How DARE Crowley place someone of your caliber in the same year as—”

Pause.

“…As ME.”

Then silence. Then blushing.

Because Sebek absolutely has a crush on you. And now he’s losing it internally because you’re older, more experienced, and somehow even more alluring.

He starts acting even more pompous—like he has to prove himself worthy of your attention.

“Older or not, I shall surpass you through diligence and dedication!”

He shouts this in the hallway. Loudly. In front of everyone.

He won’t say it, but he’s in awe of your emotional maturity. You don’t get rattled the way others do. You handle Crowley’s nonsense with a sigh. You don’t baby him, but you do take him seriously, which throws him completely off balance.

And that only deepens his feelings.

Eventually, after much overthinking and dramatic pacing, he storms up to you one day and blurts out:

“YOUR AGE IS IRRELEVANT TO ME. I ADMIRE YOU. I—CARE FOR YOU. ROMANTICALLY. PLEASE—DON’T LAUGH :( ”

You don’t.

Instead, you gently kiss his cheek. He goes silent.

His ears are red for three days. He refuses to make eye contact and keeps yelling “FOCUS!” at himself under his breath.

But he also stays by your side. Proudly. Passionately.

[fiamat12]

Re: "You think it's perfect? Watch what happens next..."

I found myself & others swiping through N's post earlier feeling a bit bored... this is fake, this is fake, this is fake... wow, that resort is gorgeous, life is sweet, eh? Then it dawned on me: she looks happy... SORT OF... and that nagging feeling I get when things aren't aligned bubbled up, followed by an uneasy thought - how can she act so happy for the camera when her other half has to stay hidden?

So I went back to the 2nd to last post: the meme w/ the quote from "Muriel's Wedding". I thought ok, it's a nod to Australian film/ Sydney but I can't recall that scene (haven't seen the movie in years) so what does it actually mean? Are we supposed to take it at face value? Knowing N, probably not...

So @jmuz09 asked Sunny the Robot to refresh us on the scene, and well... I'll just say that I firmly believe N was letting us know that all that glitters isn't gold... 😞

Recalling the scene ⬇️

A small correction: the AI robot says Muriel is married to the swimmer when she says that line, but she doesn’t marry him until later. The sentiment is still the same/ it doesn't change the overall analysis (esp. the longer breakdown).

Thoughts after reading just that? The peanut gallery had them: ⬇️

I wanted a breakdown of the parallels between N and the main character in the scene. jmuz09 jested that it felt like homework for English class lol (N was an English major, after all), but I'm glad we went through the exercise...

Revealing more layers... ⬇️

Another note on the scene: it has the theme of rebirth, as did the song "Hammer" by Lorde that N posted a few weeks ago.

I disagree w/ Sunny on a few points: 1- baby Newts isn't just a possibility, he or she is a foregone conclusion and 2- N may be feeling pressure to come forth but I don't think she will have any problem embracing it once they're free to do so. In fact, I think she can't wait to openly appear w/ L and BN. Bring it!

Here is the clip (below). ⬇️

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Forbidden Fruit

Stepbro!Hyunjin x Stepsis!Reader Synopsis: Being step siblings is hard, especially when as adults you both know things aren't typical. Warnings: SMUT, cunnilingus, oral, fingering, unprotected p in v, step sibling stuff, fluff A/N: If this isn't your thing, no big deal just scroll on. I wanted to try something a little more taboo. I hope you guys like it! Xoxo💋

8 years ago…

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, too lost in thought to register anything outside of your own ball of anxiety. The cutest guy in school asked you out on a date today, your first date, and he’d be here soon to pick you up.

Hyunjin leans against the door frame, tapping his knuckle against the wooden door.

“Can I borrow your acrylic-” he trails off seeing your spaced-out state; confusion etched onto his face.

“Y/n?” You give no response, prompting Hyunjin to step into the room fully, taking note of the baby pink skirt that sat just a little too high on your thighs, exposing your long and smooth legs.

“Hey, shortstack,” he says bending down to your line of sight.

“Huh? What?”

“What’s wrong?” Hyunjin asks noting the frantic sound in your voice. His arms come to either side of you, caging you against the bed.

Hyunjin was always one to worry, even though you were only a year apart he still looked out for you.

“I have a date tonight,” you flush. Hyunjin’s face scrunches up.

“With who?” he asks, tone sharp.

“This boy in my math class. But I’ve never really gone on a date before and you know what happens on first dates… After all you’ve had plenty of them,” you mumble the last part. Your step brother was notorious for short little flings and being a player.

“What? The kiss?” his brows raise in question. You nod feebly.

“I’ve never, ya know,” you try to say without actually saying, embarrassment striking your face.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before? You’re like 16, I had my first kiss at 13,” he chuckles and you groan.

“If you’re gonna laugh at me just leave.” You pickup a pillow and slightly whack him with it.

“Woah, ok ok, I’m sorry, it’s just, really? Never?” He sounds surprised.

“What did you need?” you ask desperately trying to change the subject. You stand up from the bed but Hyunjin captures your wrist in his hand, pulling you to face him as he sits on the bed.

“No, hey, come on, I’m sorry. I was just,” he sighs as he thinks of his next words, “Shocked.”

You sigh not making eye contact with him, too embarrassed.

“I um, I could help, ya know. If- if you want me to.” He stands up tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, his dark eyes soft but sincere.

“Wha- how?”

“Practice with me,” he says lowly, eyes flitting to your lips. Your eyes widen at his proposition. Your relationship with Hyunjin isn’t typical. You became step siblings at the ages of 13 and 14. You never really fought, of course he teased you but what brother doesn’t?

You typically did enjoy each other’s company, having movie nights, him letting you play on his xbox with him, teaching you dance moves he’d learned; fun little ways of spending time together eventually led to a small crush on your end. Something you thought would die down after a while, but it never did.

“I- uh, o-ok,” your words stumble out, and Hyunjin smirks at fact that you’re nervous.

“I’ve got you, ok? Just mimic me. Just like when we’re dancing. Follow my lead,” his eyes gaze into yours, something you could swear looked real and his hand caresses your cheek, “He should be gentle, not forceful, not rough; patient.” He mumbles, feeling your body shake as you inhale a breath. You nod weakly throat feeling slightly dry; the moment tense with anticipation.

You watch as his eyes flit down to your lips before he leans in slowly, gently brushing his lips against yours. You hesitate for a moment, allowing your eyes to flutter shut once you feel the way he moves his lips against yours. Just as he’s about to pull away, you brush your own against his in a way that’s more than gentle, something ardent and slightly desperate.

A soft moan escapes his mouth and as your arms dare to lift from your sides-

“Y/n! Jungwoo is here!” your mother calls up the stairs. Hyunjin hesitantly pulls back.

You stare at each other for what feels hours, his eyes searching yours for… something, but you’re not sure what. Hyunjin purses his lips tightly.

“You’ll be fine. Have fun,” he says all too quickly and flees the room. Your head spins from everything, the desire for your date completely gone. And yet you go anyway.

Present Day…

Moving in with your step brother meant a few things.

Mom and dad wouldn’t be on your back about getting a boyfriend and getting married. More independence as Hyunjin wasn’t the over protective type, usually. And more autonomy over your life as he wasn’t able to be nosy due to being constantly being busy.

The rules were simple, Hyunjin would pay rent as long as you took care of the place and Kkami while he’s gone on tour, until you saved up enough money to get your own place. Something you were close to doing with your secret job of being a stripper.

You decided to keep your job secret, because it simply wasn’t anyone’s business. You’re grown, your body is killer and you can do what you want to with it. When Hyunjin is on tour, it’s smooth sailing, its when he’s home that things are more complicated.

When he asked about your job you mentioned you were a waitress, which wasn’t a total lie, that’s how you started out, only two weeks in had you decided to start stripping and seeing the real money.

Hyunjin knew you weren’t a waitress. He knew where you worked, in fact he frequented the establishment many times, for you. He’d always made sure to stay out of sight for the most part. On nights when he dared to get closer to the stage to watch your set, he wore a mask, and his hair covered his face mostly.

Tonight though, he felt brave. It started off like any night would. Practice was over, and he thought of you, working so hard to make money doing what he considered something so degrading for you. He would often shell out his own money on you, even if it was indirectly. He’d send a friend, who didn’t know you, to go up to the stage with wads of cash. He’d even have said friend pay you for a dance.

He told himself he was there to keep an eye on you, which he was, but he knew deep down why he was really there. Why he wanted to watch you. The way your hips would sway when you moved was mesmerizing and he took a bit of pride in knowing he taught you how to move them.

He walks in, the air hazy from smoke and music vibrating off the walls. His eyes scan the crowd, mask over his face, looking for you.

He finds you ‘flirting’ with some man and his eyes stayed glued to you as he watches you disappear with him to one of the little privacy rooms available. His stomach twists, the thought of a guy trying to touch you always makes his blood boil. You weren’t a prize to be won, a thing to be played with, a toy to use. You were a beautiful woman, one that deserved respect, to be revered, to be treated like royalty.

He knew guys would get grabby at the club, he could tell when it would happen too. You’d come home, he’d still be awake waiting on you with warm food, and some nights you were just quiet. Some nights you would burst into silent tears as he held you and you’d tell him a customer gave you a really hard time. How they yelled at you or were rude. He knew what you meant, and yet as much as he hated to seeing you in pain, he loved the fact that you would cling to him as if he was your safe space; someone you could trust.

Hyunjin really did treat you well, more than a sister, but obviously that’s all you’d ever be to him, at least that’s what you convinced yourself.

Hyunjin is solicited for dances and he turns them down, simply grabbing a drink at the bar, waiting on you to come out of the room with the guy. He downs about two drinks before he see’s you, the man trailing behind and you walk in his direction.

You don’t recognize him, you simply go to walk past him, but he stands up and darts in front of you.

“Can I get a dance?” he asks over the loud music.

“Sure sweetheart, it’s,” you go to say the price but Hyunjin holds out a wad of cash rolled up with a rubber band. Your heart races at the amount. Something about him feels familiar, but you can’t place your finger on it. You brush it aside and take his hand, leading him to another room in the back.

The music is muffled as the door creaks open under your touch allowing you two to be in your own private world.

“You can remove the mask ya know.” You smile at him.

“No, I’m good,” he says simply.

“Ok, well sit back, and relax,” you smile slyly, causing his knees to buckle as he sits on the plush sofa. You begin dancing once he pays over the proper amount. The room is set in a romantic tone, candles, low lighting, decent music as you sway your hips, before climbing the pole doing all sorts of sexy tricks. You find yourself giggling as his eyes are glued to you, slightly widened.

You slide down, arching your back throwing your head back to look at him, shaking your chest a little. You notice the way his brows furrow together and the slight scar in his brow. For a split moment your heart races at the idea that it could be him, but you convince yourself it couldn’t be.

Hyunjin shifts his pants as you walk over, continuing the dance, shaking your chest in his face as you straddle his hips. His fingers flex at his sides, desperate to touch you.

“You wanna touch me, baby?” Your voice is seductive in his ear. Your heart races as you watch him nod, eyes closed briefly. You pick up his hands, placing them on your breasts, helping his hands squeeze a little.

“Touching’s gonna cost you though,” you smirk and he lets out a barely audible moan. You chuckle at him, hips grinding against him. You let his hands rest there for a moment, only for them to run down your sides to your ass with his eyes watching you as you smile as you shake it in his hands.

You use his hands to slide the strap of your dress down your shoulder, and same goes for the other as you stand up and move your hands over your body as you slink out of the tight piece of clothing.

Your bra and panties are sheer and Hyunjin feels a jealousy burn inside his chest. How many other men had seen you like this tonight? He knew the guy before him did. Did he touch you? Did he touch what was his- or what he wanted to be his? Did he try to make a move? Were you safe? Why did they all get to see this but he didn’t without a mask?

Watching you like this is wrong. He shouldn’t be here; he should have showed his face and let you choose. Hell, he never should have showed up at all. But it was too tempting to have you all to himself, in ways he was sure you’d never be.

The dance comes to an end all too soon and Hyunjin leaves you with the wad he showed you earlier, not saying a word as he exits the room.

“Thank you,” you call out unsure of if he heard you.

-

You sneak in the apartment that night, hearing the tv in his room still on. He hadn’t met you with dinner that night, which was strange, but you were a big girl, you could handle fixing your own food. The smile plastered on your face was hard to miss. You shut the door behind you, now in an outfit that looks more like a restaurant uniform. You kick off your shoes and stretch for a moment.

Hyunjin comes walking in, barely sparing a glance your way as he grabs a drink from the fridge.

“Uh, hey?”

“What?” he snaps. Your head pops back at his tone, confusion coming across your face.

“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” you ask as you open the fridge searching for food.

“Just forget it. Foods in the microwave.” He mumbles, clearly upset over something, walking back towards his room.

“No I’m not just gonna forget it, what happened? You can’t honestly be mad at me, I just walked in the door.” You say as you walk after him.

“Y/n, forget it, ok?”

“Jinnie, you know you can talk to me,” you go to stand in front of him and he looks as if it’s all he can do to hold himself back.

“Hyunjin, seriously what’s wrong, you’re scaring me,” your hand goes to pick up his, but before you can fully reach it, your back is against the wall. Your eyes are wide, his chest is falling up and down. Neither of you says a word, tension building quickly as your lips are inches apart.

“Jinnie?” You ask quietly, your bodies drawn to one another like a magnet. His eyes look between yours. He furrows his brows together, shutting his eyes and that’s when you see it coupled with that cute little scar you remembered from earlier that night.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your eyes widen with genuine shock.

“Oh my god!” His eyes pop open at your sudden shriek. Hyunjin leaps back from you.

“You were- holy shit, it was you?” you ask and yet accuse him all at once.

“What was me?” he tries to play it off.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin!”

“I’m not, what the hell are you going on about!”

“So, if I call Chan can he vouch that you were here all night?” your voice is filled with anger, covering up the embarrassment and slight shame you feel. How could you have not known?

“No, we went to go eat after practice.”

“Let’s test that then,” you pull out your phone defiantly and Hyunjin sighs dragging a hand down his face. He walks over to you slowly, taking the phone from your hand.

“It was you,” you whisper again as you process, “Oh my god I let you touch me. You touched me,” you say starting to freak out.

“Shhhh, it’s ok,”

“Hyunjin you’re my brother, it’s not-”

“Y/n, we aren’t kids anymore. I’m nothing to you, now. A friend maybe.” He whispers, noses touching. His lips dip down to capture yours, the kiss soft, sweet, familiar.

“Hyunjin, stop we can’t do this,” you say against his lips, your body betraying you by putting your arms around his neck.

“Why not?” he asks between kisses.

“Because, we- we grew up together, we’re,”

“We lived in the same house together. But I never once looked at you like you were my sister,” he whispers against your lips. His lips are smooth, mouth possessive as you rest against the wall once more. You whimper into his mouth, desperate to feel him.

“I want you,” he whispers in your ear before kissing your lips again.

“Hyunjin,” you whimper as his hands squeeze your ass.

“What would people think of us?”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he says before his tongue swipes into your mouth, tasting you properly. A deep moan escapes him as the taste of your mouth lands on his tongue. He takes your hand, placing it over his sweats.

“That’s what you do to me,” he whispers as he forces your hand to grasp him and he hisses. You whimper involuntarily.

“I’m scared,” you whisper.

“Of what?” he asks gently, a hand cupping your face with his thumb rubbing over your cheek.

“I don’t know, I,” you sigh and look away. He guides your face back to him making you look into his eyes.

“Let me take care of you, let me melt all that fear away.” His face is soft, pleading and you feel the twist in your stomach, the nerves are apparent but you push past them.

“I- ok,” you breathe and Hyunjin practically swallows the words as his lips find yours again, soft yet possessive. His hands come under your thighs helping you jump and support you as your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you off to his room, gently laying you on the bed. He pulls himself away from you, looking down at you, letting reality set in.

“So pretty,” he mumbles as he trails kisses to your cheek, jawline then your neck, sucking harshly against the sweet spot under your ear.

“Hyunjin,” you whimper as you feel his teeth.

“Say my name baby, sounds so sweet falling from your lips.” He breathes in your ear. You feel his hand come to undo the buttons of your white top.

“Wait,” you stop him.

“Baby I’ve already seen you,” he reassures you, “You’re beautiful,”

“But that was me performing, this isn’t as sexy,”

“You trusting me? Letting me have you? God I couldn’t ask for anything better. This is the sexiest thing you can do.” He whispers as his fingers undo the first button. Your face flushes red as he snaps the buttons open now, some of them popping off the shirt. He bites his lip as a groan leaves him.

He lets you sit up and slides off the shirt as well as unhooking your bra letting it fall down. You look away from him, nerves getting the better of you.

“A masterpiece,” he whispers before circling your nipple with his tongue. A gasp leaves your mouth as you cradle his head in your hands. You moan as his mouth encompasses it. He flicks his tongue over it, looking up at you through his lashes.

“That feels good,” you encourage breathily as you arch into him when he gently takes the bud between his teeth. He smiles at your reaction before giving attention to your other breast, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud, thumb rubbing over the abandoned one. Pinching it and kneading your flesh.

“Fuck,” you whisper as you grab at the sheet, desperate for something to hang on to.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers before kissing down your body, tongue darting out over your skin every so often. He slides off your pants and panties in one go, looking at you like you’re the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.

“Fuck I knew you were gorgeous but damn,” he says as he settles between your legs. He places kisses to your inner thighs teasingly as he ghosts his breath over your folds.

You buck your hips in response.

“Hyunnie please,” you ask, voice shaky.

“Still nervous baby?” He asks and you nod slightly. He takes hold of your hand, rubbing soothing circles on top of it as he spreads you open with his free hand.

“Such a pretty thing,” he says earnestly. He flattens his tongue and slowly drags it from your entrance all the way up to your clit, slowly circling it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh shit,” you gasp as your eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you feel him flick it with soft pressure.

“Don’t tease me,” you whimper. When you look down at him, his eyes are trained on you, a sight you’d dreamt of seeing but never actually thought you’d get to see. His thumb helps ground you as he picks up the pace and presses harder onto your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck Hyunjin,” you cry out as arch your back. He moves his tongue side to side before sucking your clit into his mouth, making you cry out. Hyunjin can feel his cock in his pants straining, leaking at all your noises. He grinds himself onto the bed, desperate for his own friction.

Hyunjin’s mouth starts to get messy, hot breathing, moans and whimpers fall into your pussy as he eats like it’s his last meal. Your hips roll against his face, the tight coil in your belly forming.

“Fuck I’m close,” you whimper as your back once again arches for him.

“Cum for me, baby. I want all of you. Mmm, wanna taste you,” he says as he licks harder, a finger entering you entrance curling up into your g spot.

“’m gonna cum,” you squeak out as your body starts to lock up, his finger working quickly.

“Ah-ha,” you cry out as your back arches off the bed, body completely wrecked by your first orgasm.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, wait, ah shit,” you squeal as your hips violently buck as his tongue doesn’t stop and neither do his fingers.

“Hyunjin, please ‘s too much.”

“You can take it, come on baby girl one more. Fuck give me one more, please, I need it,” he begs. He adds another finger, quickly curling his fingers as he pulls another orgasm out of you.

He watches you like he’s the one being wrecked, watches as your pussy sucks his fingers in, desperately clinging to them as you ride out the second high of the night. Your chest rises up and down as you calm down, the feeling of Hyunjin’s tongue kitten licking your pussy clean makes you squirm.  

“Hold still baby,” he says as he rubs your thigh with his free hand.

“’m almost done.” He moans as he cleans you up, your taste is like catnip to him. He kisses up your body, nipping at your hips. He hovers himself over you, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

“Not too bad right?” he asks with a small smirk. Your hand goes to the back of his neck and brings his head down to you, his lips still taste of you and you both groan.

“Tell me what you want,” he says against you,

“I wanna taste you,” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks and you nod.

“’s only fair.” You mumble as he puts his back to the headboard, undoing his pants and sliding them off.

“Do you know how?” He asks with a brow quirked. You nod simply and settle yourself between his legs. You lick a stripe up the underneath side, feeling the large vein there. You flick your tongue over the head and watch as his head tilts back, eyes screwing shut.

You smile to yourself, proud to see the effect you have on him. You sink your mouth down slowly, taking in every single inch that you can, your nose brushing his pelvis as you suck.

“Ah, fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans as he watches his cock disappear inside your mouth. You moan around him, causing his hips to buck.

“Don’t do that, baby, I’m not gonna last.” you glance up at him through your lashes and he moans at the eye contact.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispers as you raise your head up again.

“Your mouth is perfect, ngh,” he moans as you set a consistent speed, moaning around him every now and again. You swirl your tongue around the head, teasing his slit a little as you look up at him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whimpers as his hips buck up into your mouth, causing a slight gagging noise to be heard from you, tears brimming your eyes.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry. Fuck you just, feel so good,” he says through labored breaths.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he says as you suck harder, moving faster up and down.

“nnnngh,” he says as he bends forward, the thick white streams coating the back of your throat; the salty taste hitting your tastebuds. You swallow every bit of him before you slowly take your mouth off him, a string of saliva connecting him and your bottom lip.

“Fuck that was so hot,” he says as he leans forward to kiss you desperately.

“I want you,” you whimper against his lips.

“Ain’t gotta tell me twice,” he chuckles as he rolls you to your back.

He lines himself up, looking back at your face for any sign of hesitancy.

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

He slides in slow, allowing your body to slowly stretch around him. As he sinks in as you gasp and once he bottoms out, you both moan grasping onto each other.

“Wanted this for so long,” he says in your ear, “Knew you’d fit around me perfectly, so tight and warm, ready for me to make you mine,” he groans. He feels your hips buck, signaling him its time to move. He pulls himself almost all the way out before sliding back in easy, letting you feel every inch of him against your gummy walls. 

Your body arches into him as he thrusts in harder, hitting your g spot easily.

“So wet, so tight,” he babbles as his hips find a steady pace. His lips find yours again, hands lacing together beside your head.

“That’s my girl, look at how well you take me. I knew you were made for me,” he whispers. Something about the possessiveness in his voice makes your walls clench around him,

He chuckles at your body’s response, kissing you once more, tongues now gliding together in an open kiss. He unlaces your hands, feeling your walls flutter more frequently, and moves it down to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Mmmf,” you whimper as your cling to him, both your bodies slick with sweat as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’ve got you, let go for me. Cum on my cock, sweet girl.” He moans in your ear. His words push you over the edge, eyes screwing shut as you cry out in pure pleasure, your orgasm washing over you as you cum all over his cock, body trembling beneath him.

Hyunjin’s hips stutter as he feels his own climax reach him and he paints your insides, fingers flexing against the mattress as you hold onto him.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he catches his breath and you pull back, cupping his face. He looks at you, part of him terrified you regret it, but he’s met with soft sincere eyes.

“That was amazing,” you whisper to him and your lips connect for a sweet kiss.

“Not so scary after all, huh?” you giggle and shake your head no, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face.

“God you’re perfect,” he says pulling out of you. He quickly gets up, grabbing a warm, damp towel and helps clean you up.

Your hips buck as he cleans near your sensitive clit.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he wipes up the rest of the mess, mesmerized by how it seeps out of you before he finishes. He tosses the towel in the bin before cuddling with you under the blankets, holding you tight.

“I really wish you wouldn’t go back that club,” he says quietly.

“I want to take care of you, spoil you.”

“You already do that, Jinnie,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, but I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine.” He smiles and you hum in agreement. There’s a beat of silence that follows, one that’s comfortable and easy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that,” he smiles as he kisses the top of your head.

“You did so well, my sweet girl,” he whispers into your hair.

“Hyunjin,” you ask cautiously.

“Hmm?”

“You do realize this isn’t gonna be easy to explain, to anyone.”

“It’s none of their business.” He says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“I love you and you love me, I know you do.” He says as he tilts your face up to look at him.

“I do,” you smile and nuzzle your head under his.

“Then we’ll figure out the rest.” He says as he hugs you impossibly tighter against him; the two of you falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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[coolwyous]

oh, you thought i forgot about hockey!daddy dani? 🤭🤭🤭 the dittoverse daddies universe expands!

daniela was the one who the team was most in disbelief about being a good parent, and for GOOD reason. megan was always going to be a decent parent and lara was made for this whole parenting shit, but retired frat boy daniela seemed like a less than ideal candidate to raise a child. the team loves dani through all her flaws but as soon as she posted the "welcome to the world baby avanzini!" everyone was losing their shit. dani's kid is the youngest in the group but not by much!

esmeralda had a ton of health issues as a baby, but reader never doubted that dani would be ready to step up, which she absolutely did. dani spent every waking moment at the hospital, arguing w doctors to make sure they were doing everything they were supposed to, sleeping nightly next to the hospital bed, making sure your guys' baby never needed anything. megan and lara would switch off bringing you guys food but never once did daniela complain about a single thing. as soon as she became a parent it truly took over her— everything in her life revolves around protecting your guys' daughter.

dani & reader got divorced shortly after esme's second bday, so currently dani has 50/50 shared custody of her precious little baby girl. she is def not beating the annoying fuckass bd allegations bc even though you and dani haven't been together for like almost 4 years she always talks about wanting u back, complimenting you during custody swaps, if you ask for pics of esme on your off week you can 100% bet dani will include herself in every single photo. annoying ass 🙄

esme gets WHATEVER she wants at daddy's house, literally has never been told no in her whole life by that woman!! esme likes hello kitty? dani is buying her a hello kitty stuffie bigger than herself. esme points once to a bluey shirt? dani is buying her 3 sets of bluey snow jackets and gets a matching sled so they can go sled in the backyard. esme waddles into the living room asking dani to stay up late watching movies ("i know it's my bedtime but can we please stay up and watch a movie together?") dani immediately drops everything she's doing to curl up on the couch with her baby girl. dani doesn't look at it as spoiling her, i think she truly looks at it as wanting to make sure her daughter feels seen and taken care of every waking moment!! like she's never going to get these baby years back so she's gonna make the most of them

(luckily, esme is the sweetest, most laid back kid ever— so well-behaved and inquisitive, such a rule follower and insanely nervous around most other kids tbh. daniela is literally her best friend and dani would probably say the same they are so obsessed w each other it's sickening! esme cries every time you and dani have to swap which you try not to take personally but then dani is saying some fuck shit about wanting her family back together and u need to leave asap before she keeps running her mouth...)

dani would TRULY move mountains for her little angel. esme got hearing aids shortly after turning 2 and dani forced megan and lara's famlilies to come take sign language classes with her just to make sure if esme needed anything, the whole village would be ready to help her. she never uses it as a flex either, it's 100% something she did dotingly to make her daughter's life easier, esme loves switching to sign language w her when her ears get fatigued and dani is SO cute and expressive, her exaggerated faces as esme tells her about her day in sign, the two of them in a world of their own. esme also speaks spanish and dani loves to flex that her daughter is trilingual!

dani treats esme like a tiny adult and this has made esme super mature for her age! no baby talk here no sir. but the flip side is that dani does not believe in kids meals, will literally order herself two steak dinners, one for her one for her daughter, bone app the teeth <3 only the BEST for her tiny princess truly has spoiled that child since day 1 lmao

keeps a giant framed picture of esme on her desk in the coach's office at the university <3 AND reader's dad is still coaching, lowkey gets kinda awkward some days like imagine working w ur ex-father-in-law yikes...... the team gets scared bc dani is now the head coach and her + coach y/ln will butt heads like CRAZY some days and take it out on the team w some insane drills, but on the days that dani brings esme to work they're both cordial as possible bc they don't want esme to see them bickering <3 the hockey girls all fawn over esme and coach y/ln is like "that little girl is the only good thing that came out of you getting involved with my daughter, i warned her from the start" and dani just rolls her eyes and bites her tongue!

dani never wanted esme to get into hockey, she was similar to lara in that sense of wanting her kids to just explore whatever they loved, but it was megan who insisted on teaching esme how to skate and as soon as esme picked up a stick, she kept begging to go back to auntie megan's house and keep playing hockey in the backyard! once megan started coaching the kid's league, she offered to train esme and dani PANICKED bc this was the first time she ever felt like she'd have to say no to her baby girl..... esme is so tiny and delicate, has always been smaller than other kids her age, wears glasses and has these sparkly purple hearing aids like that tiny girl is literally daniela's whole world...... the idea of her on the ice w these bigger kids would make dani absolutely sick to her stomach

dani calls you later that night to explain her panic, and you don't want to entertain your ex-wife any longer than you must but you appreciate how thoughtful she is about looping you in w your daughter.... you have to remind her that "sheltering esme isn't going to do her any favors, and if esme is anything like either of us then she's just gonna find a way to sneak around if she wants it bad enough" and you hear dani laugh on the other side of the phone. you both take a second, smiling, reminiscing about how you met.... and then you hear your precious daughter's voice on the other end "is that mami? did she say i can play?" and your heart bursts in your chest..... dani lets out a quiet sigh, "of course we're gonna let you play, mi amor, papi just needed a reminder from mami of how determined you are, you'll be amazing. say goodnight to mami," and lets esme blow you a kiss through the phone..... you're annoyed but dani's voice is so familiar, "good night, mami," she teases you and you can already tell she's got that damn smirk.... "good night, daniela," you roll your eyes and hang up.

dani gets lowkey emotional sometimes that her daughter isn't going to grow up w all her grandparents since dani still isn't in contact w her parents, but she does a good job of hiding it. megan and lara can sense it though, and that's why even when it's not dani's custody week they're constantly inviting her to hang out w their families, to give her that sense of found family and remind her that she's loved <333

even though dani is an AMAZING influence on her own daughter, the moment someone else's kids come into the picture she is back to her old hellion ways. taught megan's kids how to shotgun coca cola cans and now they race to see who can do it faster (josie always wins and max throws up each time,) taught yunjin & chaewon's boys a bunch of swear words in spanish so they can cuss without getting in trouble, is constantly feeding lara's twins things they're not supposed to be eating and then dropping them off at dance practice all amped up on sugar singing profane music much to lara's horror <3 auntie dani is adored by all the hockey babies but the parents still complain in the gc about what a horrible influence she is <333 nobody understands how she ended up with the sweetest, most well-behaved kid out of the group!

[moonlight-ba3]

Hey, would you maybe be up for writing something about Gabe Perreault? Like a little story where he meets someone totally outside the hockey world — and something kind of unexpected develops?

Promise

pairing:gabe perreault x reader

summary:you meet gabe at BC and start dating. it’s great until he says something and you don’t know how to react.

warnings:fluff, angst, mentions of a bad past relationship, not proofread!!!

a/n: thank you sm for the request<3, srry this took me so long to post!!

In your first year of college you met Gabe in your French class. You guys sat next to each other, stealing glances every now and then.

A few months after talking, he built up the courage to ask you out. You guys went to a nice restaurant, dimly lit with a rose and a candle on the table.

You and Gabe have been together for 6 months, and it’s been amazing. Gabe shows up to your apartment with flowers that have a mix of red, pink, and white.

“These are beautiful” you tell him before hugging him. “Wanted them to be special” his voice muffled slightly as his head is rested on top of yours.

“I have another one” He gets something out of his pocket. I pout, feeling bad that he’s spending all his money on me.

It’s a tiny black box with a bow wrapped around it. He opens it, a diamond ring with probably the most shiniest diamond in the store.

“Oh my god, Gabe this is beautiful” He takes it out of the box and hands it me “Look at the inside of it” I look inside of the ring “always n forever”. I stare at it “well…” his voice full of hesitation “I mean it’s a big thing to say only 6 months into a relationship”

Neither of us move.

I fiddle with the ring realizing what I just said. Gabe steps back “Gabe..I’m sorry” I tell him but he’s already walking to the door.

I dread going to class. I can’t see Gabe after what I told him on Friday.

When I walk in I see him sitting somewhere far from where we usually sit. I let out a deep sigh and walk towards my seat. Neither of us have close friends in this class.

The class finally ends after what felt like 5 hours. I start walking towards Gabe, but before I can even get up he bolts out the room.

It’s been a week since I’ve talked to Gabe. I feel so bad for what I said. I’ve talked to Will and Ryan about it both of them saying he hasn’t been talking, playing as good as he usually does.

Can we talk?

Please

sure

ok im coming

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I walk towards Gabe’s dorm, wearing his hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. I knock on his door, my hands shaking slightly. When he opens the door I can tell he’s been crying.

“I know what I said hurt you. But the last time somebody told me they cheated on me three weeks later.” He doesn’t say anything just stares at the floor. “Gabe, I’m not saying I don’t love you. I love you more than words can describe. Seeing those words just scared me.”

“I know” he finally responds “I just want you to know I’m not like him, and I never will be.”

“You’re still wearing it?”

“Of course I am”

He pulls me by my waist I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He places a kiss on my forehead. “I love you”

[rederiss]

My Jeremy Knox headcanons:

- He hates most fruits, but he rocks some melons. Watermelon, honeydew, cantaloupe, you name it. Out of all of the melons, his favorite is watermelon because it’s a typical beach food. He specifically likes putting salt on the watermelon to enhance the sweetness and thinks it’s fantastic. once he saw someone grill a watermelon and tried it, but it had a weird texture that he didn’t like.

- Speaking of textures, Jeremy is a texture eater. It’s why he doesn’t like most fruits, especially strawberries. He also doesn’t like sticky foods that much, so he doesn’t go for the gummies or syrup. the only time he is okay with sticky is marshmallows though, because he loves roasting a good marshmallow and eating it straight off the stick.

- He’s afraid of the dark and he thinks it’s very childish of him to be afraid of the dark. However, he has a good reason. Bryson spooked him multiple times in the dark. He would randomly turn off lights while Jeremy was showering. Essentially being a terror. He also doesn’t know what’s n the dark. He doesn’t know who is on the other side of the hallway if it’s dark. Could be Bryson. Could be Warren.

- His favorite movie genre is horror, but immediately after is rom coms. If he could, he would have had posters from the scream franchise, thinking its a cinematic masterpiece.

- He was going to study film in college. I WILL stand by that. He stated that English was a compromise for his mother. it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, but it’s a compromise. English is a great degree for law but it can also work well with film (I say this as an English major. I took a class where I had to analyze films… so It’s not too far off). He wanted to study film because of his grandmother.

- He relapsed withing the first year after going to rehab. It’s only realistic that he does, especially with cocaine. It did scare him, though. He had a panic attack the next day and had to call his therapist and beg her not to go back to rehab. After the incident, Jeremy further withdrew himself from the little amount of friends he had and eventually told Rhemann what happened. The two had a long conversation that ended with Jeremy having another panic attack, but he made a promise and bettered himself from that moment on. (Pretty sure he said he never relapse, but again, this is just a headcanon. Plus it’s realistic)

- Jeremy wears fun socks when he can. Space, dinosaurs, sharks, dogs, you name it. He adores them. (Jean noticed and got him a pair for his birthday)

- He LOVES ATLA. His favorite character in that show is Zuko because… well, he reminds him of Jean. (He would never admit to that)

- Jeremy Knox is a chronic nail biter. One time, he painted his nails to see if it would help but a) it did not and b) his mother told him to take it off. The color he painted it was blue.

[weighted-tfs]

F is for Fraternity

Logan was pretty terrible at school, focusing more on the college experience rather than his classes. He’s hanging on by a thread, barely passing by taking easy classes for his business major except there’s one class giving him trouble. One day while training with his football buddies he complained about the teacher for his finance class, “Bruh i’m like totally failing my finance class. I don’t know how anyone understands that geeky shit, especially when our professors some jealous fag! He totally has it out for me bros, I catch him staring at me constantly! Bet he’s real jealous I live my life as a fucking jock while he’s stuck teaching this nerd shit, don’t gotta take it out on me bruh.”

His teammates couldn’t believe it, all of them trying to give Logan ideas to find a solution. One of Logan’s best friends spoke up with the idea to just go in there and assert himself, “Dude if he’s such a nerd all you gotta do is tease him a bit! Bet he’ll cave in for a guy like you easily!” Logan’s eyes lit up and asked some of the guys to come with him, he took his group over to the teacher’s office for a “meeting.” Logan opened the door and was greeted by Mr. Bell sitting at his desk and looking right at him, “Yooo Mr. B, reallllyy gonna need you to change my grade bruh. You really think a stud like me deserves to fail your class?” Logan and his buddies couldn’t help but smirk and giggle, feeling like they have the upper hand.

Mr. Bell just crossed his arms and shook his head at the jock’s silly attempt at a plead. “So you’re finally here to discuss your abysmal grade, not sure if you want an audience for something this embarrassing Logan. While you are attractive that isn’t good enough to make it through life sir. Brains matter more than brawn, you should all pick up a textbook instead of weights sometimes…”

Mr. Bell’s smug attitude just made Logan angry, he rolled his sleeves up and flexed both biceps to really show off. Mr. Bell just stared in shock and awe, Logan noticed his gaze and kept going, “You’re just jealous brah, bet you wish you were surrounded by chicks and guys all day instead of some dumbass numbers!” Mr. Bell didn’t even answer, he just continued to stare as every jock copied Logan and showed their hard-earned muscles off.

Logan smirked and walked over to be right next to his teacher. “Go on bro, get a feel of a real man’s arm!” Mr. Bell felt entranced by the jock’s arm, reaching out and squeezing his massive bicep. The rest of the boys roared with laughter! Logan loved the rush of all the attention and power, going further with his teasing by shoving the teacher’s face right into his pit! “Yeah get a good whiff of that man smell!” As Mr. Bell got a face full of the jock’s sweaty underarm he felt pure bliss, unknowingly to both he started transforming to be just like his student.

Mr. Bell’s quickly started to grow younger, his body filling with muscle as if he’s spent years working out. His hair lightened to a brown while stubble covered his once smooth face and his skin tanned to perfection! Once the physical changes finished his mind started to catch up, years of schooling and information emptied from his brain as gym and sports took its spot to make him the perfect jock! New memories also replaced his old ones, remembering his new life as the richest kid on the team. Even memories of men he’s lusted over were replaced by women, going from gay mathematician to a rich straight douchebag! Logan finished his teasing and looked down at the newest member of his squad. “How ya feeling now Derek? No more faggy shit right?”

Derek Bell looked up at Logan with a stupid grin on his face, laughing as he answered. “Of course not bro! Now who’s ready to party at my place! We’ve got all the beer you could ever need dudes!” The other members of the team cheered, excited to use the newest player to their full advantage!

[stlllle]

Hi, could you make a angst of the nerd Niragi cheating on the reader with another girl (a friend of the bullies) Niragi who felt something because another girl besides the reader feels something for him?😖

Last Betrayal — Full Fic

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Title: Last Betrayal (Complete Fic)

Fandom: Alice in Borderland (Pre-Borderlands AU)

Character: Nerd!Niragi x Reader

Word count: 26.900 words

Genre: Angst, Betrayal, Hurt/Comfort, Drama,smut

Warnings: Emotional cheating, explicit sexual content (Part 3), betrayal, bullying, humiliation, emotional breakdown, manipulation, character regrets, confrontation, heartbreak, trauma aftermath, mild violence, explicit language.

Notes: Multi-part fic now posted in full as requested. This story takes place before the events of Alice in Borderland. Reader and Niragi have a childhood history together, and everything goes downhill after a brutal betrayal. The story gets progressively heavier.

Status: Completed.

🛑 Content Warnings:

This fic contains emotional cheating, bullying, explicit sex scene (consensual but emotionally detached), mental breakdown, and heavy angst themes. Please read responsibly.

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📚 Summary:

Y/N and Niragi grew up together. She’s the popular girl with a heart, he’s the bullied nerd who always loved her in silence. When a cruel girl from Y/N’s past seduces and manipulates Niragi into betraying her, everything shatters. This is a story of hurt, regret, lost innocence, and the impossible question: can you ever fix what’s truly broken?

💌 Author's notes:Hiiiii!! I honestly loved your request so, so much!!! It was such a joy to write this for you!!! 🥺✨ I really hope it turned out just the way you wanted 🙂.

If you ever feel like sending me another request, please don’t hesitate — it would make me so happy to write for you again!!! 💖

And if you liked what you read and want something else, my requests are always open for you! 😃

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⚠️ Warnings: Light tone at first, mentions of social exclusion, verbal bullying. No explicit content or violence in this part. The fic will gradually become darker in the next parts.–part 1

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The Things We Don’t Say

School wasn’t exactly hell… for those who fit in.

For Y/N, social life came easy. She was beautiful, popular, adored by teachers and always surrounded by people. But unlike the rest of her crowd, she didn’t take pleasure in humiliating others. In fact, she made a point of avoiding groups that laughed at the outcasts.

Especially him.

Suguru Niragi.

That skinny kid, with uneven hair, glasses always slipping down his nose, and his face forever hidden behind a sci-fi book or scribbled math notes.

The truth was, to Y/N, Niragi was never just “the weird nerd.” They’d known each other since they were seven. Built blanket forts together, fought over toys, shared bizarre secrets and laughed until their stomachs hurt. But the years went by, and school social ranks did what they always do — drove them apart.

Her popularity only grew. His isolation too.

Still… she always found a way to be around.

In class, she’d sit behind him. Sometimes, she’d strike up a conversation during breaks, making sure no one noticed. She’d text him asking if he needed help with projects. Brought candies and secretly left them in his locker. Little things — that meant the world to Niragi.

And he… fell in love.

Of course, he did.

How could he not? She was the only one who treated him like a human being.

“You should stop hanging around that freak, Y/N.”

Haruka, the queen bee of the popular girls, sneered, arms crossed.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, Haruka.” Y/N shot back without even looking at her.

It was always like that. A silent tug of war. Y/N’s popularity shielded her from being a target, but it didn’t stop the snide remarks. And she didn’t care. The only problem was… Niragi noticed. And it made him shrink.

With every snide comment, every whispered joke when he walked by, every stifled laugh, he withdrew further. And even though Y/N tried, she knew she couldn’t stop it.

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One stuffy afternoon after history class, she waited for everyone to leave and approached his desk.

“Suguru…” she called softly.

He looked up, startled.

“Hey.”

She smiled — that same smile he remembered from when they were kids.

“Wanna come over later? I… found some old pictures of us. And I bought that sweet potato snack you like.”

He hesitated. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to. But he knew what people would say.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

Y/N sighed.

“Why not? You’re really gonna let those assholes control you?”

Niragi met her gaze. And for a moment, the world stopped. He remembered the little girl who used to stand up to bullies in kindergarten. Who shared candy with him at recess. Who he’d known — deep down — that he loved his entire life without the guts to say it.

But before he could answer, the classroom door slammed open.

And there stood Aiko.

Haruka’s best friend. Gorgeous, venomous, and faker than a politician’s smile. Her gaze landed on Niragi like he was some new toy she’d just decided to play with.

“Hey, Niragi.” Her voice was syrupy-sweet and fake as hell. “Need help with that physics assignment?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, instantly wary.

Niragi just blinked, confused.

“Uh… no, I…”

Aiko giggled.

“Come on, I’m good at it. I could teach you a thing or two… in the library. Just us.”

Y/N felt her stomach drop. Aiko had never spoken a word to Niragi before. Never even looked at him. And now, out of nowhere, she was offering “private tutoring”?

“He doesn’t need your help.” Y/N cut in, firm.

Aiko feigned surprise.

“Wow, didn’t know he was taken.”

The air thickened.

Niragi, embarrassed, grabbed his stuff.

“I… I gotta go.”

And left.

Y/N stood there, chest tight. She watched Aiko flash a smug, knowing look before vanishing into the hallway.

Right then, Y/N knew.

Something was starting. And it wasn’t good.

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That night, Niragi stared at his phone. A message from her blinked on the screen:

“If you wanna talk or come by, my window’s open.”

He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But Aiko’s voice kept echoing in his head.

"You know… you could be so much more. If you wanted. Girls like Y/N only hang around you to feel better about themselves. I see who you really are."

And even though part of him knew it was a lie… another part of him wanted to believe, for once, that maybe someone besides Y/N actually cared.

And that was the beginning of the end.

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⚠️Warnings: Rising tension, emotional manipulation, social exclusion, beginning of conflict. No explicit content yet, but the atmosphere is getting heavier –Part 2

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First Cracks

The school hallway had never felt so long.

Niragi kept his eyes glued to the floor, hands buried deep in his pockets, trying to ignore the muffled giggles and side-eyes. He was used to it. He’d learned to survive in that place years ago.

But that afternoon had been different.

Ever since what happened in class with Aiko, something had changed.

The way people looked at him…

The way Aiko smiled…

And the way Y/N watched him from across the room, that worried look she always gave when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

He knew he should've climbed up to her window the night before.

She’d messaged him, left the damn window open — like they used to when they were kids. But Niragi didn’t go. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, hearing Aiko’s words echo in his head:

"You know she only keeps you around to feel better about herself, right? To look like a good person."

And he hated how much that poked at a part of him he didn’t want to acknowledge.

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What Niragi didn’t know was that Y/N hadn’t slept either.

She’d spent hours replaying that classroom scene in her head. Aiko never went near him. Never even acknowledged his existence. And suddenly, this sugary invitation, that fake interest?

No.

Something was off.

Y/N knew that kind of game better than anyone. She was part of that world — unwillingly, but she was. She knew how those girls worked, how they latched onto the weaker ones, only to laugh behind their backs later.

And Niragi…

He wasn’t like the others.

He’d fall for it.

And that terrified her.

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The next morning, it got worse.

Down the hallway, Niragi wasn’t carrying his books the usual way. His head wasn’t lowered. He walked taller — or at least pretended to. A half-smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

And walking next to him?

Aiko.

Her arm hooked around his like they were best friends.

Y/N felt her stomach turn.

The others snickered and whispered. Haruka sent her a smug look.

“Look at that, the nerd’s with Aiko now. Bet she’ll clean him up and toss him out like trash.”

Y/N didn’t reply.

But something inside her cracked.

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During lunch break, Y/N waited for him near the vending machines. When Niragi showed up, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

“Can we talk?”

He hesitated, eyes darting away.

“Aiko’s waiting for me.”

“Fuck Aiko.”

His eyes widened. Y/N almost never spoke like that. But right now, she didn’t care.

“What the hell’s going on, Suguru? Since when do you hang out with her?”

“Since someone finally decided to treat me like a person.”

The words hit like a slap. And they stung more than she’d admit.

She drew in a sharp breath.

“I always treated you like a person.”

He let out a bitter laugh.

“No, Y/N. You treated me like a charity case. So you could feel better about yourself in your perfect little group.”

The words were knives.

Y/N’s throat tightened.

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” He stared at her. “The only time you notice me is when someone else does.”

“I care about you, dammit!”

“Then where the hell were you when they locked me in the locker room? When they trashed my stuff? When they wrote shit all over my locker? You laughed with them, remember?”

Y/N froze.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

Not completely — but not wrong either.

She never laughed. But she never spoke up either. Never stood beside him publicly.

And in that moment, that weighed more than any good memory they had.

Niragi saw the effect of his words and felt a pang of guilt.

But it was too late.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he mumbled, “Aiko’s waiting.”

And he left.

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Y/N stood there, swallowing the burn in her throat.

At that moment, she realized she was about to lose what little part of Niragi still belonged to her.

And that someone else was pulling the strings behind it.

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That night, Aiko sent a message.

“Home alone. Come over?”

And Niragi, without a second thought, went.

And what started as a harmless flirt, a game of manipulation, was about to become the biggest mistake of his life.

But that…

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⚠️ Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), uncomfortable and manipulated sex, inexperienced character, emotional manipulation, gaslighting, heavy drama, possessiveness and progressive angst.part-3

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The Worst Kind of Loneliness

The night was stifling.

Streetlights flickered weakly as Niragi walked with sweaty hands buried in his pockets. He didn’t really know why he was going there. Well, he did — Aiko’s invitation hadn’t left room for interpretation. But somewhere deep down, something screamed that this wasn’t right.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Y/N had texted again.

“I need to talk to you. Please.”

He ignored it.

Fuck, she only showed up when things were already ruined. When he was locked in the supply closet? When they smeared shit on his notebook? When they tore up his drawings?

She just watched.

And now… now Aiko was here.

Smiling at him. Calling him.

Making him feel seen. Wanted. Even if it was a lie.

But a lie was better than nothing.

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Her house was big, modern, and cold. The parents weren’t home. Low lighting, some soft music playing in the background. Niragi’s stomach churned, the cloying scent of her perfume thick in the air.

— Didn’t think you’d come, — Aiko smirked, closing the door behind him.

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, uncomfortable.

— Was busy.

She stepped closer, a finger tracing his chest.

— Doesn’t look like you are now.

And before he could think, her mouth was on his.

It felt weird.

The kiss lacked the warmth of Y/N’s smiles, or the familiar scent of afternoons by the window. Aiko’s mouth was cold, aggressive, like she was claiming him. Niragi tried to follow along, but everything about him was hesitant.

Her hands tugged at his shirt.

— Take it off, — she murmured.

He obeyed, skin prickling at the contact.

They stumbled down the hallway, into her bedroom.

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That’s when it got worse.

Aiko pushed him down onto the bed, stripping off her own shirt with practiced ease. Niragi had never seen someone naked up close before. His hands trembled.

— Nervous, virgin? — she mocked, climbing onto him.

The words stung.

He hated that. The label. The insecurity.

But he stayed quiet.

Aiko took the lead, guiding his hand to her breasts, forcing him to touch her.

It was strange.

Her skin was cold. The kisses were too fast. The sickly-sweet mix of cheap perfume and menthol cigarettes made him nauseous. Niragi wasn’t aroused. His body reacted purely out of instinct, afraid of seeming pathetic.

When she stripped off his pants, his face burned with shame.

— Wow… — she snorted. — Never done this, huh?

He didn’t answer.

Aiko grabbed a condom, rolling it on him carelessly, and straddled his lap. The sensation was uncomfortable, dry, lacking any connection. The penetration happened too quickly, no preparation. It hurt — for him.

Niragi’s body was rigid, unsure of where to place his hands.

Aiko moaned, but not from pleasure. It was fake. Performative. As if there was an audience.

He tried to move, to find a rhythm, but shame and discomfort only grew.

It wasn’t what he’d imagined.

It wasn’t like in movies.

It wasn’t even close to what he’d hoped.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. Of Y/N. Her smile. The way she ruffled his hair when he was sad.

But Aiko was a suffocating presence.

Biting his neck too hard. Leaving marks. Her pleasure was in the humiliation.

— Who’d have thought… the nerd can handle it.

He hated this.

More than anything.

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When it was over, Aiko lay beside him, lighting a cigarette.

— Now you’re mine, — she declared, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.

Niragi didn’t respond.

He felt filthy. Empty. Pathetic.

He got dressed in silence, eager to leave.

But Aiko grabbed him.

— One more thing… — her finger slid down his chest. — I need a favor.

He looked at her.

— What?

She smirked.

— I’ve got some things about Y/N your bully friends would love to see.

He paled.

— Why?

— Because she acts like she’s better than everyone. And you know it. Always did. She just uses you. I’ve got screenshots, videos… But if you’re the one to spread them, I can guarantee no one will mess with you again.

It was cruel. Twisted.

And he knew it.

But he was weak. Starved for attention.

And he said:

— Send them to me.

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That night, the messages spread.

Old pictures. A private video of Y/N with her ex — leaked without consent. Things only an enemy would have.

And by the time Y/N woke up, it was too late.

The whole school knew.

Niragi knew what he’d done.

And there was no turning back.

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The next morning, he could barely look at himself in the mirror.

But part of him felt like he deserved it.

Part of him felt like, for the first time, someone had noticed his existence — even in the worst possible way.

And emptiness was worse than guilt.

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⚠️ Warnings: Emotional confrontation, dramatic resolution, emotional breakdown, betrayal aftermath, character regrets.-part 4

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Ruin and Rebirth

Second period started, but for Y/N, the world had already stopped.

Her phone kept buzzing non-stop. Messages and notifications flooding every social app. Whatsapp, Instagram, Snapchat, group chats. Everything revolving around her. Intimate pictures leaked, cruel comments, videos, screenshots.

And there, scrolling down, was his name: Suguru.

The same one she used to call by affectionate nicknames just yesterday.

Pain. A burning pit in her stomach. Fire and ice all at once. He was there — involved, complicit, responsible.

She glanced sideways and caught Lulu’s (her best friend) urgent look.

— Did you see this? — she whispered, handing her phone.

Y/N let the phone drop in her hand, fingers trembling. “No, no, please…” was all she managed to say.

Classes passed in a blur. The world turned into a storm she couldn’t hold back. Outside the classroom, whispers followed her every step.

And there, right in the hallway, she found Niragi.

He saw her. Froze. Didn’t know what to say. The confident, cocky persona Aiko had fed him completely vanished in the face of devastating truth. His hands trembled, uniform wrinkled, eyes heavy.

The two of them stood there, a few meters apart. Time froze.

— You… — Y/N started, her voice breaking — how could you?

He choked.

— Y/N… I…

She stepped back.

— Don’t say a word. Just so I get this straight: you fucking humiliated me. Betrayed me. Used my private video… for what? Revenge? Power? How could you sink this low?

Niragi lowered his gaze.

— I… it was Aiko. After that night… she made promises, twisted my head around. I got confused. I liked the feeling of being looked at for once. And then I felt powerful.

— Powerful? — she spat, disgust clear in her eyes. — At this cost?

He stayed silent. The timid, broken boy resurfacing beneath the guilt.

— You know what hurts most? — she exhaled sharply — that it wasn’t just about me. It was everything I built. Our history. The quiet ways you used to protect me. The tiny moments we shared. You traded all that for a show. And played it to the crowd.

He shrank, every word hitting like a punch.

Lulu hovered nearby, silently pulling Y/N.

— I… — he tried to speak, but she pushed his hand away — I’m leaving.

And she did.

The school bell rang. Break time exploded. They separated like two ghosts.

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Outside, Aiko lingered by the sidewalk. Fully aware of the destruction she caused. She saw Y/N pass by, clinging to Lulu, tears dry on her face. She saw Niragi’s hunched figure cross the courtyard. And she felt nothing — cold, calculated, unrepentant.

She stayed until the last light in the building died and the halls emptied.

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Later that evening, Y/N walked home, arms crossed, dried tears on her cheeks, backpack swaying.

Turning the corner, she saw Niragi waiting by a lamppost, like a cheap cliché. Her heart leapt.

— Y/N. — it was all he could say.

She stopped. Took a deep breath.

— I want you to know… I regret it. All of it. It was cowardice. Weakness. I hated myself the second I did it. You were right: I felt important for a second. And then… empty. And disgustingly guilty.

He looked at her but didn’t touch.

— I… honestly, I don’t know if I can forgive myself. But I think… you deserve to know why. And to hear it straight from me, face to face, that I’m miserable. That I broke everything good between us. That I know how badly I hurt everything we were.

She bit her lip.

— Why her?

— Aiko knows how to deal with… people like me. She gave me attention, made me feel like I mattered. But it was never about me. It was about using me, twisting me. After the sex, she pressured me. I didn’t feel used — I felt like I sold myself. And brought out in those messages… the worst parts of myself. Because she promised me freedom.

Y/N swallowed hard.

— You traded me for a lie?

— Yes. And I’ve been fucking drowning in it.

She looked down at the pavement.

— And now?

— I… don’t expect anything. I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. And I genuinely hate myself for not being better.

She ran a hand through her hair.

— I… don’t know how to forgive. And maybe we don’t need to go back to what we were. But today I managed to listen. Even though it’ll take time to digest it all. I hope one day this’ll just be a sad story, not something that defines us.

He nodded, swallowing his tears.

— Thank you for listening.

— Thanks for having the guts to say it.

They stared at each other for a moment. No hug. No tears. Just raw honesty — the only refuge left after a broken day.

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The next morning, Y/N walked into school. Her world reduced to an inner silence. No clicks around her. She felt empty, but strong. Some friends approached with kind looks. A few whispered words of support among the usual rumors. But she stood tall.

And Niragi? Did he stay at school? No. He vanished after their talk in the street. Nobody saw him in the hallways. Maybe he was sent home for his mental state, or maybe he disappeared straight home — no one knew. But somehow, the school felt his absence.

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📌 Last Betrayal — Epilogue

Warnings: Angst, emotional tension, implied violence, reference to past betrayal, pre-apocalypse setting, canon divergence.

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📖 Plot Recap:

Before the deadly games of Borderland, Niragi was just a bitter, bullied nerd hiding a dangerous crush on you — the popular girl who was never cruel, who always tried to protect him. But his resentment and longing led him to a cruel betrayal: sleeping with your enemy and exposing your most intimate secret to the school. Years later, fate brings you both back together on the fateful day Shibuya is wiped out by a blinding light.

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Epilogue: A Thousand Years of Regret

The streets of Shibuya were just as suffocating as you remembered them. Neon signs flickered under the darkening sky, and the smell of street food lingered between the crowded sidewalks. People brushed past you like waves, unbothered, their eyes glued to their phones, unaware that the end was hanging just above their heads.

You hadn’t wanted to come back here.

Shibuya was a place of ghosts.

It had been years since you last stepped foot on these streets. Everything was different, and yet somehow, suffocatingly familiar. The memories clung to the corners of every alley, every crosswalk, every neon reflection in the puddles.

Your fingers instinctively pulled the collar of your jacket higher as you walked, hoping the city would swallow you whole before you could run into anyone you once knew.

But fate wasn’t that kind.

And as you crossed Center Gai Street, heading toward the famous Scramble Crossing, you felt it.

A presence.

Heavy.

Familiar.

Inevitable.

Your stomach knotted, and your steps slowed, your gaze scanning the crowd against your will — until you saw him.

And fuck, he was unrecognizable.

Niragi Suguru.

He wasn’t the awkward, scrawny nerd from high school anymore.

Gone were the thick glasses, the greasy fringe, the slouched posture.

In his place stood a man you barely recognized — all sharp angles and cruel eyes, his hair now an unholy mess of dark, unruly strands that clung to his skin like ink. Piercings glittered against his ears, and a jagged scar cut across the corner of his lips, twisting his mouth into something unreadable. His once-dull gaze was now alive with something volatile, something dangerous.

And yet.

It was still him.

You knew those eyes.

You knew the weight of them, the way they used to follow you from across the classroom.

You knew how they felt when they betrayed you.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to turn, tried to disappear into the crowd — but it was already too late.

His eyes locked onto you.

His entire body tensed.

And then he was moving.

“Y/N…?”

You froze.

His voice was deeper now, rough and hoarse, like every word scraped up his throat against his will. But it was him.

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t look back.

You kept walking, fast.

But Niragi was faster.

He cut through the crowd, shoving past people, ignoring their protests, until he was beside you. Grabbing your wrist.

“Wait—! It’s you. It’s really you.”

You yanked your arm away like his touch burned.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Niragi.”

Your voice came out sharper than intended, but you didn’t care.

His face twisted, somewhere between hurt and stubborn anger.

“I need to talk to you—”

“After what you did? After everything? Go fuck yourself.”

His eyes flickered, something breaking behind them for a split second before hardening again.

“I fucked up,” he muttered, almost to himself. **“I know I did. But… fuck, Y/N—”

“You didn’t just fuck up,” you snapped. “You destroyed me. And for what? So you could impress a bunch of assholes who spat on you every day? You think I’m gonna forget that?”

The streetlights flickered above you.

A strange hush swept over the crowd.

It was subtle — the way conversations died out, the way people began to look up at the sky.

You noticed it too, your anger cooling enough to sense the shift in the air.

“Look—” Niragi started, but you cut him off.

“I don’t care what you have to say.”

And you meant it.

Or maybe you didn’t.

Maybe you were still the stupid girl who couldn’t quite forget the boy who used to hide bruises behind long sleeves and steal glances when he thought no one was looking.

But you didn’t have time to figure it out.

Because in that moment — the sky split open.

A blinding light.

A deafening silence.

And then — nothing.

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Borderlands

When you woke up, the world was wrong.

Shibuya was empty.

The neon signs still flickered, the buildings still stood — but not a single soul moved through the streets. The city was a graveyard.

You stumbled to your feet, disoriented, your head pounding.

And then you saw him.

Niragi.

Leaning against a wall, bleeding from a cut above his brow, his face pale and eyes wild.

“Y/N?”

He looked like a ghost.

And for a moment, you forgot to hate him.

“What the hell happened—?” you rasped, voice cracking.

“I don’t know… the light… and then—”

He gestured helplessly to the empty street.

You took a step back.

“Don’t follow me.”

“Y/N, wait—”

“I swear to God, Niragi—if you think I’m gonna stick around for whatever this is, you’re out of your fucking mind.”

But even as you said it, you both knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Because as you turned the corner, a screen lit up on one of the empty building facades — a message in bold, blood-red letters:

WELCOME TO BORDERLAND.

YOUR GAME WILL BEGIN SHORTLY.

And your stomach dropped.

Niragi stared at the message, then at you, his face draining of what little color remained.

“What the fuck is this…?”

You didn’t have an answer.

You didn’t have time.

Because somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled — low, ominous.

The game was about to begin.

And whether you liked it or not, you were stuck with him now.

Again.

To Be Continued?

If you guys want a Borderlands-era continuation of Y/N and Niragi’s twisted dynamic in this new world… let me know. There’s so much more story to tell.

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💬 “Fuck You Means I Miss You” 

✨ description & prompts:

character: Luke hughes

prompt: you try to set him up with someone else, but it backfires you

type: jealousy, possessive smut! 

wc ~1.6

additional prompt: exes forced to share a hotel bed

✨🧁🍒🛼

You hadn’t seen Luke Hughes in five months.

Not since you walked out of his apartment, coat soaked in rain, mascara streaked, with his voice echoing down the hallway: “You don’t get to leave and act like it doesn’t fucking hurt.”

You hadn’t answered. You didn’t know how.

Now, five months later, you’re standing in a Bauer PR room in Chicago, smile frozen in place while some rep talks about unity and gender integration and how great it is for the sport to see the WNHL and NHL collaborate for this year’s ad campaign.

And you’re stuck doing it with Luke.

Your ex.

He walks in five minutes late, eyes flicking over the room until they land on you — sharp, unreadable, jaw tight. You feel it instantly. That low, aching pull in your gut. The one you swore you’d erased. He’s tanner now. A little bigger. Same stupid smirk when he finally walks over and mumbles, “Didn’t think you’d show.”

You don’t blink. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

Next to you, Sienna — your mutual friend, the one you invited to make it easier — coughs awkwardly. Luke shoots her a look, curious. Then amused.

“You brought her?” he mutters later, under his breath. “What are we, on Love Island now?”

“She’s a friend,” you snap. “And she’s single. You’re single. Just thought I’d…help.”

He lets out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Help? Yeah, right.”

⸻

The shoot is tense. You pose with the stick in hand, Luke passing you a puck. Your hands touch once — you jerk back. His eyes darken.

Sienna keeps trying to flirt. Luke keeps ignoring her.

And you… you keep checking your phone. Because Quinn texted you something earlier.

Quinn [17:42]

Miss you already. Hope you can still walk tomorrow 😉

It was a joke. Something dumb about the spin class you both took before the flight. But when Luke saw it?

He fucking snapped.

“Of course,” he mutters, grabbing your wrist after the shoot, dragging you into the hallway. “Of course you’re still fucking my brother.”

You freeze. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shows you the text.

You groan. “He’s not flirting. We took a workout class. It’s a joke—”

“You think I’m an idiot?”

You wrench your arm free. “I think you’re a jealous asshole.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” he spits. “The girl who brought a puck bunny to set me up with, just so she didn’t have to deal with the fact she’s still in love with me.”

You slap him. Quietly. In the chest.

He doesn’t move. Just stares down at you with fire in his jaw.

⸻

The storm strands you there.

Flights cancelled. PR team panicking. Hotel overbooked. Only one room left.

Of course it’s yours.

Of course there’s only one bed.

You walk in first. Drop your bag. Breathe deep.

“I’ll take the floor,” you mumble.

But Luke? He just locks the door. Slowly. Loud enough that you turn to look.

And he’s already storming toward you.

“You know what pisses me off the most?” he says, voice low and raw. “You left me. You walked out without even looking back. And now you act like I’m the one who should’ve moved on? You don’t get to set me up with some girl who laughs like a dolphin and smells like glitter.”

You swallow. “Don’t do this.”

“You don’t get to do this,” he snarls. “I’m not Quinn. I don’t play nice. I want what’s mine.”

You back up until you hit the window. “I’m on my period.”

He stops. Looks at you. Breathes in.

Then says, low, hungry, “That doesn’t mean you can’t be used.”

⸻

His mouth is on yours before you can reply. Rough. Unapologetic. Tongue demanding entry. You moan into it, all teeth and want and months of denial cracking open.

His hands slide under your thighs and lift you like you weigh nothing. He lays you on the bed, rips your leggings down.

“You sure?” he mutters, voice trembling. “Tell me now.”

You nod. “Yes. Please, yes.”

He groans. Digs his face into your neck. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You guide his hand between your legs. “Here,” you whisper, breath hitching. “Just fingers.”

He slips two in with ease, thumb circling your clit. “So wet already,” he mutters. “God, I fucking missed this.”

You pant, arching. “Luke…”

But he pulls back.

“Turn over,” he says. “On your knees.”

You blink.

“Please,” he adds, voice cracked. “I just… I need to feel you. I need to ruin you again.”

You do. Slowly. Nervously.

And when his spit-slick finger presses behind you — careful, patient — your gasp echoes across the room.

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “You’re mine. No one else has ever touched you here. Right?”

You shake your head. “No. Only you.”

He groans. Loud. “Fuck.”

He opens you up slow, inch by inch, before guiding himself in — careful at first, then deeper.

“Too much?” he asks, teeth gritted.

“No,” you moan. “More.”

He pounds into you, hands tight on your hips, your name falling from his lips like a prayer and a curse.

“Mine,” he growls. “You’re fucking mine.”

⸻

You lie there, trembling, legs tangled with his, heart pounding.

Luke strokes your back, kisses your shoulder.

“I never wanted anyone else,” he whispers. “Even when you left.”

You blink at the ceiling.

“I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you,” you admit, quietly. “I left because I was scared.”

He pulls you tighter. “Then don’t be scared anymore.”

You don’t answer. You just reach for his hand, lace your fingers through his.

[beemynumberone]

when I’m with you (miya arse-sumu)

→ third-year! Miya Atsumu x captain of the girls’ volleyball team!Reader

→ fluff, banter turned established relationship

→ reader is kind of tall (?) I envisioned her to be like 10cm shorter than Atsumu ‘cos ✨realism✨

a/n: guys I really can’t add the Kansai-fied accent :”) love reading it tho!

my Haikyuu masterlist

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It all started with Kita Shinsuke.

“Atsumu, you can ask the girls’ team for suggestions on special attacks. They should have more experience with those.”

He nodded, but the opportunity to talk to them never came. Different classes and all.

Until the next year, when he was forcefully (more like volunteered, says Osamu) partnered with you — the girls’ volleyball team captain.

For what? You may ask. Inarizaki was anything if not meticulous. The school made it a point to update the banners hung outside the school every five years. To show school pride or whatever.

So he’s stuck with you, to do a photoshoot, in your jerseys.

“You can stand here and face sideways. Pose with your arms crossed and look to the camera.”

You nod to every word the photographer says. Nudge him when you realise his attention is wandering.

How prissy. Atsumu huffs but refocuses anyway.

The photographer gestures for him to make the same pose, but now with his back to yours.

(Your butts are not touching, don’t worry)

Atsumu takes some pride in being able to replicate the pose in record time.

The camera lens pointed at both of you goes off with a click. He blinks off the aftershocks of the bright flashes.

“Stay in this position.” The photographer looks back at the camera again. “Actually, can the girl let her hair down? It might look nicer.”

“Who plays volleyball with their hair down?” Atsumu pipes up. Really. Pipes. Up. His voice echoes through the rooom.

Your face turns beet red.

“It isn’t a rule, Miya. Don’t be an ass.”

He almost gasps in shock, insult not getting through to him.

You know him? By name? Well of course you do. He smirks to himself.

He likes to think he is a celebrity of sorts, judging from the fans and their fans. And the bountiful chocolates on Valentine’s Day. (Also, it’s not that he doesn’t know your name, he just needs to… flip the school yearbook to find out.)

“Just watch our next practice match.” You run your fingers through your hair and readjust into the previous position.

All Atsumu can think about is how devastatingly good your hair smells.

The light flashes again and you shoot the cuntiest look you can muster, redirecting the aggression you have for the setter-turned-captain beside you.

“Good! We’re done. Thank you for your time.”

You both thank the photographer in response.

“Um, if you could spare a moment.” Atsumu takes a deep breath in. Your shampoo scent wafts deeper into his lungs.

It actually calms his nerves. What is this voodoo

“Yes?” You turn to him.

Atsumu scratches his nape.

“Would it be possible if the boys team came to watch the next practice match? We’re, trying to learn more special attacks and stuff.”

You nod. “Sure, will let the team know. And by the way, I didn’t joke when I talked about the hair rule.”

“Thanks. And I was hoping you weren’t.” Atsumu hopes it sounds like a strong enough comeback.

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Atsumu sits on the bleachers, watching the match like a hawk. It’s a neighbouring school, a moderately tough opponent. Ball after ball, he sees why Kita wanted him to observe their more agile playstyle.

The boys cheer and support.

And true to your word, you have your hair down.

It’s uncomfortable, judging by the number of times you pull your hair back as if in a ponytail and fan the nape of your neck.

He can’t feel remorse though. It was your idea in the first place.

And your team wins. The boys clap thunderous applause. You turn back, smile to the chaotic bunch, and search the small crowd.

Your eyes land on him. You point, then turn the gesture into an “L” on your forehead. Even worse (or better, he doesn’t know) you stick your tongue out.

This is so childish, you know. But you’re petty. It’s what has driven you to stick with volleyball after all.

Your teammates snicker, who were forewarned about your apparent rivalry with Miya Atsumu (that darn setter-captain you’ve been ranting in the locker room). And then you hear the loud, uncoordinated whistling the guys pile on Atsumu.

He covers his ears, which are undoubtedly pink. Suna even takes a selfie with his curled form.

And when you walk off the court to cool down, Atsumu can’t help but have his eyes on you.

He doesn’t usually think himself a pervert, but the way your hair sticks to your forehead makes you look… like ten times hotter. Evidence of hard work, of your silly one-sided deal. That you set up just to prove a point.

He could get used to this.

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It is nationals, and Atsumu, as always, is in the supporter stands. He shouts for your attention while your team is warming up.

You look left, then right, then back up at Atsumu in the stands. Blow him a begrudging kiss and turn back to the court.

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You stay back till 7pm to wait for Atsumu to finish his match. The match had overrun, as expected.

You go to greet him and get hit by a wave of sweat. The kind that smells like a ton of water and must. You wrinkle your nose at him.

“Where’s your deodorant?”

“Where’s yours?” He counters, smirking.

You roll your eyes in mock annoyance and fish one out of your small backpack.

He grins, then steps aside, shakes the can and sprays it. All over.

“Not so much Atsumu! It’s the only one I have this trip.”

“You’ll find another, probably from one of the dozens of opponents you’ve defeated.”

He hands you back the can, and you reach for it.

Too late.

He grabs your wrist to pull you closer, burying you in his chest. Well, almost. You try to subtly rest your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for staying.”

It’s sincere, every word of it. Atsumu may shout most of the time, but this soft, serene voice just hits different, angled a sharper way into your heart.

You hear the other players groan and fake-hurl out of view.

“You guys are just jealous!” Atsumu retorts.

Atsumu (and Osamu)’s fans’ fans

[delinquentfromspace]

OOC POST!!!! long post about my personal opinions about murphy and sex. soo cw..sexual talk.

so, something i see a lot of is murphy being into violence with sex and also being really good at it. personally, i disagree on both of those.

now, according to the wiki, richard harmon has said he thinks murphy’s dad died when he was 10, his mother a couple years later, resulting in his arrest happening at 13. if we go by that, hes been in the sky box for four years. almost his entire teenage life. i dont really know what the conditions were like there but i dont think there was a lot of opportunity for some proper sex. maybe he got handsy with some people at most. i assume the cells were separated by gender which means he was in with other young boys, and we dont really know the culture around queerness was on the ark but personally im not very optimistic. teenage boys are some of the most ruthless perpetrators of homophobia. murphy seems like a pretty traditionally masculine guy, and honestly i wouldnt put it past him to make a couple of backhandedly homophobic remarks. not like calling someone a fag outright but he’s definitely made some distasteful jokes. also the flashbacks of earth skills classes in s3 show him making a jab to harper, and overall just doesn’t seem like he’s genuinely popular with girls. to me he kinda feels like a huge twat.

when the 100 go down, murphy establishes himself with bellamy. it’s clear that bellamy is the ladies man of the group. murphy isn’t hated but he isn’t quite liked, and i just don’t get the impression that people are falling over themselves to sleep with him. i do find him very pretty, but he kinda gives weird loner vibes, and also is an ass which imo his looks aren’t enough to save him from.

he’s a prick and pretty selfish, i imagine sex with him is not about pleasing you. but the thing is, i don’t think he’d be mean about it he just wouldn’t care. and he doesn’t know what he’s doing at all. something i think fics get right is that it’s messy and quick, but especially when it comes to afab folks bro is not taking the time do foreplay. i just don’t believe that he knows what to do, especially not with his hands. another thing is despite the fact that he displays sadistic behavior i don’t think he wants to hold a knife against you while you’re having sex. the most harm i think he’d /intentionally/ do is just like toss you around a little roughly. if anything it’s the power he gets off on, not so much the pain. as much as i enjoy a fic where he’s beating the shit out of bellamy or getting choked while he gets fucked, i think it’s really out of character for him. honestly i think he’s pretty vanilla. that is if you even have sex. which brings me to my next point. if you don’t want to read spoilers then skip this last part of the paragraph. when he meets emori, he’s immediately taken with her. he has no other love interest besides her. he kisses her like a starving man, and he’s devoted to her from the beginning. i think with that as a result of that sex goes from being a release to an emotional act. as for other sexual encounters, yes he sneaks glances at ontari, but would you kill me for saying he’s just a guy. and they have sex, but she forced that upon him, he objected on grounds of emori. he’s the most gentle with her. while i think he’s a crude person when it comes to sex, i don’t think he’s the type to sleep around. maybe a make out late at night, coming in his pants or something, but i highly doubt it.

spoilers over

as much as i like to have fun and play around, I don’t think murphy would give himself over like that willy nilly with just anyone. despite sex being a very emotionally removed thing for him it is nonetheless a very vulnerable thing, and hes been stuck alone with his trauma for so many years, he wouldn’t open himself up that easily to somebody, not unless he liked them a lot. which we see with emori. even with her, it still took them a bit to pass that physical line.

tldr, in my heart murphy is honestly kind of vanilla (though emori might change that) and pretty inexperienced, and anything but a slut. bellamy is canonically a bigger slut than he could ever be. but nevertheless, i don’t mind doing this with you all, its fan service and i have a good time. thank you for reading if you got this far!’ and if you have any thoughts about him yourself please share them below!!!!

[ilovecoelacanths]

what if i told you guys i actually decided not to drop out of college

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

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