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OVERHEATED : MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, YUUJI ITADORI

stealing alcohol at the festival night, doing inappropriate things in the classroom ( making out with your two classmates) and having your teacher catch you, have you ever thought about the possibility of being in that kind of position?

warning. age-up! itafushi ( three of you are 18+), drinking mention, drunk mention, make outttttttt.

moonlight creeps through the cracks of the wooden walls and streams in through the windows, casting pale shadows along the dim hallway of the school. your footsteps are unsteady as you make your way down the corridor, the faint buzz of alcohol coursing through your veins. the warm flush on your cheeks is courtesy of the drinks you had earlier at the festival—more like the drinks you swiped from nanami when he wasn’t looking. the air feels thick with mischief and a carefree atmosphere, the kind that lingers after a long night of celebration.

as you walk, the soft sound of laughter catches your attention, muffled through the door of a nearby classroom. curiosity tugs at you, and with a lazy grin on your face, you push open the door, stepping inside. your vision takes a moment to adjust to the dim light filtering in through the windows, and you immediately spot yuuji and megumi inside, both looking a little worse for wear, clearly drunk themselves. a quiet chuckle escapes you as you take in the scene.

megumi is perched on top of a desk, his long legs dangling lazily, while yuuji sits in front of him on a chair, leaning back slightly as he lets out another burst of laughter, clearly entertained by something. their faces are flushed, probably from the alcohol, and there’s a sense of ease between them that only comes after a few drinks. you sway slightly, your feet wobbling a bit as you walk toward them with an amused smile tugging at your lips.

“well, well, well, look what we have here,” you tease, your voice light and playful. “you two look like you’re having a good time.”

yuuji grins up at you, his eyes slightly glassy but full of warmth. “hey! you made it!” he exclaims, his voice just a bit too loud in the quiet of the room. “come join us!”

megumi glances at you, his expression more reserved but softened by the alcohol. he raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “did you steal nanami’s stash too?” he asks, clearly amused.

you laugh softly, moving closer to the two boys, feeling the warmth of the alcohol mixing with the cozy atmosphere of the room. “maybe,” you say, winking at megumi, “but i won’t confirm or deny that.” your legs feel a little unsteady, reaching your hands out to one of them.

megumi chuckles, leaning back against the desk as he watches you approach. “you’re tipsy, aren’t you?” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. he reaches out a hand to steady you as you stumble slightly, gently grabbing your wrist to keep you from falling.

yuuji, meanwhile, grins up at you, his eyes shining with mischief. “you look like you could use a seat,” he says, patting his lap with a cheeky smirk. megumi scoffs slightly at yuuji's comment, rolling his eyes at his bluntness. “don’t be crude,” he says, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face. yuuji just laughs and shrugs, unbothered by megumi’s disapproval.

as you stand in front of them, still a bit unsteady on your tipsy legs, yuuji pats his lap again, offering you a seat. “come on, sit,” he says, his tone light and playful.you feel a flutter in your chest as you look down at yuuji’s lap, a faint blush rising to your cheeks. you glance at megumi, his hand still around your wrist, and meet his intense gaze. there’s a moment of silent understanding passing between the three of you—a mixture of playful banter and underlying desire.

“i guess i could use a seat,” you reply, your voice a little lower than usual. without much thought, you take a step closer to yuuji and sit down on his lap, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

yuuji grins wider when you settle onto his lap, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you steady. “there you go,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction as he adjusts you comfortably against him. “much better, right?”

you hum softly in response, leaning back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder as you feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours. his hands rest on your waist, his fingers tracing lazy, possessive circles along the curve of your hips. his touch is firm yet gentle, a mix of affection and something more, something that makes your heart race just a little faster. his breath brushes against your neck, warm and comforting, as if he’s savoring the closeness between you.

megumi watches the whole scene unfold with a quiet intensity, his thumb still absentmindedly rubbing small circles on your wrist as he holds it. he doesn’t say a word, but the slight smirk pulling at the corner of his lips betrays his amusement. or maybe it’s the way your cheeks are tinged with a light pink, flustered by the attention from both of them. either way, he’s enjoying this—enjoying the way you react, how your body instinctively leans into yuuji, and how you can’t help but glance at him every now and then.

but there’s more to megumi’s gaze. even through the amusement, you catch a flicker of something else—something darker. his lips are slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed, and despite the smirk on his face, there’s a tension there. he tries to hide it, but the way his legs spread slightly wider as he sits on the table, his posture relaxed yet commanding, tells you he’s not entirely comfortable with the way you’re cozied up to yuuji. there’s an unspoken challenge in his eyes, a silent competition lingering in the air.

yuuji, on the other hand, seems to thrive under the attention, his grin growing as he glances at megumi, as if reveling in the slight edge he has in this moment. his hands tighten slightly around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. “you good?” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine. you can hear the pride in his voice, the satisfaction of having you so close to him, as if he’s won something in this quiet contest between the two boys.

you chuckle softly, your body relaxing against yuuji as you let your gaze drift up toward megumi. he’s still sitting there, watching you with that same expression, his eyes focused on your every move. his posture doesn’t change, but you notice the subtle shift in his breathing, the way his eyes seem to linger just a second longer than before. you meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you take in his flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. he looks just as affected as you, even if he tries to hide it behind that cool exterior of his.

you don’t say anything, just let the silence speak for itself as you gaze at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. you can tell he’s enjoying this little game just as much as you are, even if he won’t admit it. the tension between the three of you simmers just beneath the surface, unspoken but undeniable, leaving you with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air.

megumi lets out a soft scoff, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “you two are ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice low and almost teasing. he crosses his arms, sitting up a little straighter as he watches you settle against yuuji.

yuuji laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest and against your back. “ridiculous, huh?” he replies, turning his head slightly to look at megumi. “i think you’re just jealous.”

megumi rolls his eyes, but there’s a flicker of tension in his expression. he doesn’t deny it before he, “jealous of what?” he retorts, raising an eyebrow. “you’ve always been a flirt, itadori. you think i care if you’re cozying up to her?”

yuuji smirks, his arms tightening around you as he pulls you even closer to him. “oh, i think you do,” he says, his voice low and amused. “i can see it in your eyes, fushiguro. you’re practically green with envy.”

you scoff softly, rolling your eyes as you listen to their playful back-and-forth, amusement dancing in your eyes. their little argument is nothing new, and you’re used to the banter by now, but the way they’re both subtly trying to one-up each other never fails to make you shake your head.

without a word, you reach over to the table beside megumi and grab his glass, the one he’s been nursing for a while. his eyes flick to you, but he doesn’t say anything as you bring it to your lips and down the rest of his drink in one go. the alcohol burns slightly as it goes down, but you welcome the warmth spreading through you.

you set the empty glass back on the table with a quiet clink, then turn your gaze toward both of them. “you’re both idiots,” you say, your voice flat but dripping with sarcasm, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “seriously, arguing over something so stupid.”

yuuji feigns offense, letting out an exaggerated gasp. “hey, i’m not an idiot!” he says, giving you a playful pout. “i’m just enjoying the fact that i have a pretty girl in my lap while you sit there pouting like a sourpuss.”

megumi rolls his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he tries to suppress a smirk. “and you’re enjoying it a little too much, itadori,” he replies, his tone deadpan.

“oh, i’m enjoying every second of it,” yuuji replies, his voice is cocky as he gives you a gentle squeeze. “aren’t i, princess?”

you can’t help but snort at the nickname, shaking your head slightly. “princess,” you repeat with a mix of amusement and annoyance. “you’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?”

“oh come on, princess suits you perfectly,” he teases, planting a soft kiss against the side of your neck. “you’re just as sweet and pretty as one.”

megumi’s cheeks flush slightly, the sight of yuuji being so casual with you making his jaw clench. he scoffs, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes again, but you can almost sense a hint of agreement in his expression. “real smooth, itadori,” he mutters, though the slight smile on his lips betrays his words. “bet that line works on all the girls, huh?”

“i mean, it’s worked for me so far,” yuuji replies with a cheeky shrug, his hands trailing up and down your sides in a languid, almost possessive manner. his touch is light but firm, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin.

megumi’s eyes narrow slightly, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the desk. he tries to act indifferent, but it’s clear that yuuji’s boldness is getting to him. “yeah, in your dreams,” he retorts, but his voice lacks conviction.

you roll your eyes dramatically, feeling the playful tension between them rise with every passing second. yuuji’s teasing and megumi’s quiet frustration are almost too much to handle. their little battle of wits and egos is starting to wear on you, and you can't help but let out an exasperated sigh.

“seriously, you two,” you say, your voice carrying a hint of amusement as you glance between them. “stop fighting like idiots. you two act like a fucking child, i swear,” your words are laced with sarcasm, but there’s an underlying fondness that both of them catch onto immediately.

yuuji chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he presses another kiss to your neck. “who’s fighting?” he asks innocently, though his smirk suggests otherwise. his fingers continue to trace along your sides, his touch both comforting and possessive.

megumi, on the other hand, lets out a quiet scoff, but there’s no real bite behind it. he leans back against the desk, arms still crossed as he watches the two of you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “i’m not fighting,“ he mutters, though the small smirk tugging at his lips betrays him.

you shake your head, feeling the warmth of yuuji’s hands on you and the intensity of megumi’s gaze from across the room. “uh-huh, sure,“ you say, clearly unconvinced.

yuuji chuckles against your neck, his lips trailing along your pulse point, sending a shiver down your spine. he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s enjoying every moment of it. his hands continue to roam your sides, occasionally slipping under the hem of your uniform, his touch sending little jolts of electricity through your body.

megumi watches the scene with a mixture of frustration and amusement. his jaw is clenched, his eyes darkened with a simmering anger that belies his calm exterior. he tries to hide it, but it’s clear he doesn’t enjoy seeing yuuji being so openly affectionate with you.

“can’t you control yourself for one minute?” he says, his voice low and slightly irritated. “you’re acting like a hormonal teenager.”

yuuji just laughs, his hands pausing for a moment before resuming their lazy caresses. “i’m just enjoying myself,” he replies, his lips still pressed against your neck. “but i think you’re just jealous you’re not the one making her shiver right now.”

“oh, cut it out,” you mutter under your breath, trying to sound annoyed even as you shiver against yuuji’s touch. “you’re going to leave a mark if you keep that up.” your hands land to megumi’s knees as if you’re seeking for a support. the alcohol in your system didn’t bother to help you at all and it’s making you frustrated and aroused.

yuuji grins against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. “oh, i don’t think you mind,” he responds, his voice low and teasing. “you’re not exactly protesting...”

megumi’s eyes narrow slightly as he watches yuuji’s lips trail along your neck, his gaze sharpening as he notices your hands resting on his knees. his body tenses as he tries to contain the mix of emotions swirling within him—jealousy, desire, annoyance, and something else, something deeper he doesn’t fully understand.

he reaches out a hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, his touch possessive and unyielding. “you’re right,” he mutters quietly, looking at you with a mixture of frustration and intensity. “she’s not protesting at all.”

yuuji chuckles softly, his lips still against your skin. he’s clearly enjoying this little game, the way megumi is both jealous and possessive as he reaches out to hold your hand. there’s a flash of satisfaction in his eyes as he watches megumi’s grip tighten on your fingers, a small victory in his mind.

despite the alcohol coursing through your veins, you can’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach at the situation. it’s a mixture of arousal and confusion, the effects of their touches and the subtle competitiveness between them leaving you flustered.

“see?” yuuji says, his voice still smug. “she likes it just as much as i do.” his hands slide further up under your uniform, fingers teasingly tracing along your ribcage. the touch is tantalizing, creating a mix of sensations that send a shiver down your spine.

megumi’s grip on your hand tightens even more, his expression hardening as he watches yuuji’s hands exploring beneath your uniform. there’s a visible tension in his body, his muscles tense and coiled like a bowstring.

you lift your gaze to megumi, locking onto his dark, stormy eyes. his usually calm demeanor is unraveling, his lips parted slightly as he watches you, and you can feel the unspoken desire simmering between the three of you. your heart races, and despite knowing this is the alcohol talking—making all of you act like reckless, hormonal teenagers—you can’t help but be pulled into the moment.

“we’re all gonna regret this when we’re sober,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as your eyes flicker from his lips back to his eyes. the tension is thick, your mind telling you to stop, but your body is betraying you, craving more.

with a soft tug on his hand, you pull him toward you, closing the space between you and megumi. the look in his eyes darkens, his resolve faltering as your words sink in. “but right now,” you continue, your voice trembling with need, “i just really need to kiss you.”

megumi’s breath catches in his throat as you tug him forward, his composure faltering for a split second. his gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips and back again, his internal struggle clear in his expression.

he moves closer, his body pressing against yours, the heat of his skin almost scorching. he doesn’t resist as you pull him in, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “fuck,” he mutters quietly, the tension between you so thick you could cut it with a knife. “i don’t think i care about the consequences right now.”

before you can respond, his lips capture yours in a desperate, hungry kiss. his tongue immediately seeks entry, sliding over your lips, tasting you, claiming you. his fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he kisses you fiercely.

yuuji chuckles softly behind you, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise. his hands, still under your uniform, are warm and possessive, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through your body. his breath is hot against your neck. “look at that,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “finally, some action.”

megumi’s kiss is hard and urgent, months of pent-up desire and frustration spilling over as he presses himself against you. his tongue explores your mouth, claiming you with a possessive intensity that takes your breath away.

“shut up,” he mutters against your lips, breaking away for a moment to shoot a glare at yuuji. “not another word, itadori.” yuuji just grins, his arms tight around your waist, his hands still roaming up and down your sides.

you’re trapped between them, their bodies pressing against yours from all sides. yuuji’s lips find their way back to your neck, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line from your collarbone to your ear. he nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing your skin, while his hands continue to explore.

megumi doesn’t protest, his attention focused solely on you. he kisses you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips tightly. for a moment, the world fades away, leaving only the three of you and the raw, feral desire consuming you all.

megumi’s kisses are bruising, his teeth leaving behind small, tingling marks on your skin. he wants to devour you, to claim you as his own, the months of pent-up desire and restrained feelings unleashing in the heat of the moment.

yuuji’s hands are everywhere, roaming over every inch of exposed skin he can find. his touch is deliberate and firm, his own desire burning just as fiercely. their touches and kisses are overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and need that has you completely undone.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this,” megumi mutters between kisses, his hands now under your uniform as well, his fingers tracing over your stomach. “how many nights i’ve spent thinking about you like this, beneath me.”

yuuji chuckles softly against your neck, his lips still trailing kisses along your shoulder. “you’re not the only one,” he replies, his voice low and rough. “i’ve been wanting to touch you like this for just as long.” as they both continue to kiss and touch you, your body responds, the alcohol in your system making everything more intense, more addictive. you’re lost in a haze of pleasure, their words and touch sending shivers down your spine.

“i can’t imagine sharing you,” megumi murmurs, his hands moving up to cup your face, his eyes dark and intense. “knowing itadori��s been touching you like this…” his voice trails off, the jealousy and possession evident in his tone.

the contrast between yuuji and megumi’s touches and affections is stark and intoxicating. yuuji’s hands are rough and demanding, his kisses filled with a hunger that borders on desperate. megumi’s touch is more restrained, his kisses firm yet sensual, his pent-up desires barely contained beneath the surface.

“pervert,” you mutter, your breath hot against his skin, finding your hands its way to megumi’s neck to deepen the kiss. your breath became ragged and labored, the lack of sense of soberness worsened your condition. but damn, it feels good.

at your teasing remark, yuuji just chuckles. his hands move lower, his fingers tracing the edge of your skirt, his touch both teasing and demanding.

“you’re calling me a pervert, princess?” he murmurs against your neck. “when you’re the one getting off on this?” his tone is laced with a hint of mischief, his hands continuing to explore your body. megumi’s grip on your hips tightens, his own body pressing further into yours. there’s a hint of irritation in his expression, but his desire is unmistakable.

“he’s not wrong,” megumi mutters as he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes darkened with lust. “you’re enjoying this just as much as we are.” his hands slide lower, gripping your thighs possessively.

yuuji’s hands continue to roam over your body, his lips returning to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. the three of you are a tangle of limbs and need, the alcohol fueling the already blazing fire between you all.

“shut up,” you mutter in response, unable to come up with a witty retort. your mind is swimming, your body responding to their touches in ways you can’t control. your legs feel weak, your body craving something more, something intense.

“and you’re one to talk,” you add, glancing at them both. “you’re not exactly helping the situation.”

megumi’s fingers dig into your skin, his own need clear in his touch. he doesn’t respond to your comment, his focus solely on you, his lips still claiming yours in needy, hungry kisses.

yuuji grins at your words, his hands moving further up your thighs, the fabric of your skirt bunched up around your hips. his touch is firm and possessive, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear.

“you’re right,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and seductive. “we’re definitely not helping.” megumi finally pulls away from your lips, his breathing ragged as he glares at yuuji. “you need to shut up,” he mutters, his voice strained.

yuuji just laughs at megumi’s irritated reaction. his hands move up and down your thighs, his touch still exploring every inch of your exposed skin. “oh, don’t be jealous,” he teases, his tone cocky and playful. “we’re all sharing here, remember?”

megumi’s grip tightens on your hips, his jaw clenching. “this is not the time for your jokes, itadori,” he growls, his voice deep and rough.

both of them are clearly fighting their own internal battles, their desire and jealousy creating a tangle of conflicting feelings. but they can’t stop themselves, their touches becoming more rough and demanding as they fight for your attention.

megumi’s eyes are dark and intense, his desire for you clear. he slides his hands underneath your skirt, his fingers trailing up your thighs, his touch possessive. yuuji’s lips return to your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he sucks and nibbles at your sensitive spots.

you let out an exasperated sigh, rolling your eyes at their childish bickering. the tension in the air is thick, their touches growing more demanding, and it's all getting to be too much. you decide to put an end to it—at least temporarily.

“you two really need to shut up,” you mutter, your voice carrying a mix of amusement and frustration. megumi’s grip tightens on your hips as yuuji’s lips continue their assault on your neck, but you don’t hesitate. turning your head slightly, you meet yuuji’s gaze, his eyes wide with surprise as you lean in, closing the space between you.

your lips crash against his in a heated kiss, effectively silencing him. his cocky demeanor falters for a moment, and you can feel him smile against your lips as he responds, kissing you back with a hunger that matches your own. the taste of alcohol still lingers on his lips, and you lose yourself in the warmth of the moment, the intensity of the kiss sending a wave of heat through you.

pulling back just slightly, you meet his eyes again, your voice low and breathy as you mutter, “shut up, yuuji.” his grin widens, clearly loving every second of this. “yes, ma’am,” he replies cheekily, though his hands still roam your body, refusing to let go.

megumi watches this interaction between you and yuuji with a mix of irritation and envy, his grip on your hips still firm, possessive. he knows he can’t compete with yuuji’s carefree, nonchalant attitude, but he’s still frustrated beyond belief, frustrated that yuuji gets to touch you, kiss you, make you gasp and shiver like that.

he huffs out a breath, his jaw clenched, a subtle hint of jealousy in his dark eyes. “is there room for me here?” he mutters, his voice just above a grumble.

despite megumi’s grumpy exterior, yuuji can’t help but chuckle at his friend’s impatience. he knows megumi is struggling to keep his possessive tendencies in check, but he also knows that megumi is powerless to resist your touch, your kisses, your voice.

“of course there’s room,” yuuji responds, his voice teasing. “don’t be greedy, fushiguro.” megumi growls in response, the sound low and dangerous, but he doesn’t wait for an invitation. he leans in, his lips finding your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“you’re both so impatient,” you mutter breathlessly, your head falling back as megumi’s lips find their way to your neck and finding yuuji’s lips once again. the contrast between their touches is intense—yuuji’s hands roaming your thighs, his touch playful and light, while megumi’s hands dig into your hips, his kisses deep and possessive.

both of them are clearly fighting for your attention, their touches growing more hungry and demanding as they struggle to contain their desires.

you’re trapped between their bodies, their touches sending shivers down your spine. yuuji’s hands continue to roam over your body, his tongue tangled with yours, while megumi’s mouth attacks your neck, his tongue tracing a hot, wet line from your collarbone to your ear.

the room is filled with the sound of deep, ragged breaths and the occasional muttered word, the three of you lost in a tangle of limbs and desire. the alcohol has lowered all your inhibitions, making everything more intense, more passionate.

megumi’s lips move from your neck to your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. he doesn’t bother to hold back his possessive nature, his hands tight on your hips, his body pressed firmly against yours. he wants you, needs you, and he’s not about to let yuuji have all the fun.

yuuji, on the other hand, is taking advantage of every opportunity to touch you, his hands roaming your thighs, his fingers tracing patterns across your skin. he’s enjoying every moment of this, his lips still locked with yours.

the alcohol is fueling their desires, making them act more impulsively, more boldly, more possessively. their touches are desperate, their kisses urgent and urgent. they’re both clearly struggling to keep their competitive nature in check, struggling to fight the urge to claim you completely, to make you theirs, and only theirs.

”i can’t stand this anymore,” yuuji mutters against your lips, his hands gripping your thighs. ”i need more.”

megumi mutters his agreement, his teeth scraping against your skin. “yeah, i’m with itadori on this one,” he mutters, his hands still gripping your hips possessively. “this is getting to be too much.” his voice is low and hoarse, his own need clearly apparent, his lips leaving a trail of marks on your neck.

“no, not here, we still in school,” you whisper, nails digging into megumi’s biceps as you are trying to support your body from going numb. your teeth nibbling on yuuji’s lower lips, leaving a slight bruise before shooting the sting with your tongue.

yuuji lets out a low moan as you bite his lip, his head tilting back in pleasure before he captures your mouth again, his tongue dueling with yours before pulling away, letting a string of saliva connect you two.

they both pause for a moment, their touches stilling at your words. they know you’re right—that they’re still technically in school, that they’re risking getting caught—but their desire makes it all seem so fleeting, so insignificant.

”who cares,” yuuji mumbles against your lips. “we’ll be quiet.”

megumi grunts in agreement, his fingers digging into your hips, his hands refusing to let you go. your body is a hot tangle of limbs and needs, their touches and kisses driving you to the edge of insanity. you’re losing yourself in the moment, the alcohol in your system makes it impossible to think clearly, to make rational decisions.

“i can’t guarantee anything,” you gasp out, your voice cracking with need. “you two are really driving me crazy, but ’m not gonna take a risk, don’t want gojo sensei to find us like this.”

yuuji pouts at your words, clearly disappointed that you won’t give in. he looks like a stubborn child being denied a treat.

“come on, just a little bit?” he pleads, his hands continuing to roam your thighs.

megumi groans in agreement, his grip on your hips tight and possessive. “please?” he mutters, his lips leaving a trail of bites and hickeys on your shoulder.

both of them are clearly struggling to keep their emotions and desires in check, their touches and kisses growing more desperate and intense with every passing moment. they’re both used to getting what they want, used to having things their way, but you’re stubbornly refusing to give in to their begging and pleading.

”please,” yuuji repeats, his voice more insistent. “just a little bit, i promise we’ll be quiet.”

but before you have a chance to respond, a voice filling the room. the moment gojo’s voice cuts through the tension, the three of you freeze, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. yuuji and megumi immediately pull away, their hands leaving your skin as they scramble to compose themselves. you stand up hastily, smoothing out your wrinkled uniform, trying to act casual despite the heat still lingering in the air.

“what the hell are you three doing?” gojo asks, his tone laced with amusement, though there's a sharpness behind it. he leans casually against the doorway, arms crossed, his usual playful grin plastered across his face. his sunglasses glint under the hallway light, and you can’t tell whether he’s genuinely annoyed or just having fun at your expense.

“uh, nothing!” yuuji blurts out, a bit too quickly, still fidgeting as he adjusts his disheveled shirt. megumi shoots him a glare before muttering something under his breath, looking away as he folds his arms, clearly uncomfortable under gojo’s scrutiny.

you clear your throat, trying to maintain some level of dignity despite the obvious tension hanging in the air. “we were just… talking,” you say, knowing full well that gojo doesn’t buy it for a second.

gojo’s eyes scan the three of you, taking in your flushed faces, your messy hair, and your disheveled clothes. he takes a few steps into the room, his hands in his pockets, that signature smirk still on his face.

“just talking, huh?” he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “well, it looked a lot more than just talking to me.” he pauses, his gaze lingering on your neck, noticing the small marks and hickeys that none of you bothered to hide.

yuuji shifts nervously under gojo’s gaze, his eyes avoiding his teacher’s face. megumi just glares at him, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists. both of them know that gojo has obviously caught them red-handed, and there’s no use trying to deny it.

gojo just chuckles, crossing his arms across his chest as he leans against the wall. “so i’m guessing you three were having a little study group, huh?” he teases, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “didn’t know studying could be so... intense.”

you groan in frustration, throwing your head back as gojo’s teasing words fill the room. “ugh, sensei,” you complain, dragging out the word with obvious annoyance. “you’re seriously the last person who should be lecturing us about what’s appropriate.”

gojo’s smirk widens, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. “oh, come on, you should know better,” he says, sounding both amused and mildly exasperated. “what you three were doing just now is definitely not something students should be getting up to in a classroom, especially at school.”

gojo takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between you. his eyes never leave your face, studying your expression with keen interest.

”but i suppose i can’t really blame you,” he says playfully. “the three of you are young, full of hormones and energy.. it’s only natural to get carried away.” he glances at yuuji and megumi, his eyes flickering with amusement. “right boys?”

gojo’s words are spoken with a tone of mild reproach, but there’s still a hint of amusement in his voice. he clearly finds the whole situation entertaining, even though he disapprovingly of the three of you. yuuji and megumi both look anywhere but at gojo, their faces red with embarrassment and a hint of shame. they know he’s right, that they shouldn’t have been fooling around in a classroom like that.

gojo leans against the desk, his arms crossed across his chest, his gaze still focused on you. “but you really should keep it in your pants, kids,” he says casually. “you do know that this is a school, right?”

he looks at each of you, his eyes lingering on the marks on your neck and the still-ruffled clothes. gojo is clearly enjoying how embarrassed you all are, how caught in the act you are. “or did you think i wouldn’t notice?”

yuuji’s face is burning red with embarrassment, but he’s trying valiantly to keep up a brave face. megumi, on the other hand, simply looks stoic and defiant, trying his best to ignore gojo’s mocking remarks.

gojo turns his attention to megumi, a knowing smile crossing his face. “and megumi.. i thought you were the sensible one out of the three,” he teases. “what were you thinking, getting so riled up in a classroom?” the air in the room is thick with tension as gojo continues his playful interrogation. his mocking tone only seems to fan the flames of your embarrassment even further, but there’s something else in his words, a hint of disapproval that’s laced with a touch of disappointment.

”you know better than to act that way on campus,” he continues, his tone more authoritative now. “you’re jujutsu high students, and you should be exemplifying the best behavior, not acting like hormonal teenagers.”

megumi’s eyes narrow, his mouth set in a firm line. he knows that gojo has a point, that he should have showed more restraint and discipline, but he’s still too prideful to admit it.

”i..it’s none of your business, and i am a hormonal teenager, you’re acting like you’ve never done something like this before,” he mumbles gruffly, his arms still crossed. being taken care of by him, megumi knows enough about his relationship with his girlfriend and geto sensei. and he knows that gojo is worse than him.

gojo laughs at his defiant response, clearly finding it both endearing and infuriating at the same time. “trust me, megumi, i’m well aware that i’m worse than you,” he says, his tone lighthearted. “but that doesn’t change the fact that you all ought to behave a bit more respectfully on campus.”

he glances back at yuuji, who is now awkwardly standing beside you, eyes fixed on the floor. “that goes for you too, yuuji. don’t think you’re off the hook here either, young man.”

he crosses over to yuuji, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a good-natured squeeze. “you seem to have a bit more energy than usual today,” he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “but that doesn’t mean you can go around acting like a hormonal teenager and fooling around with your classmates.”

he glances back at you, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. “and i don’t want you getting into any unnecessary trouble either,” he adds, referring to you.

you bite your lip and glance down, feeling the weight of gojo’s gaze on you. “sorry, sensei,” you mutter softly, your voice barely above a whisper. the reality of the situation begins to settle in, and you feel a pang of guilt, knowing you’ve pushed things a bit too far tonight.

but just as you think the lecture is over, gojo’s smirk returns. “especially,” he adds, his voice dripping with mock disapproval, “after the three of you decided to steal nanami’s stash of alcohol.”

your eyes widen in shock, and yuuji practically jumps out of his chair. “wait—how did you—?”

gojo just chuckles, shaking his head. “oh please, do you think nanami wouldn’t notice? the guy’s like a hawk when it comes to his precious stash,” he says, clearly amused. “you’re lucky he hasn’t come looking for you yet. otherwise, you’d have a real problem on your hands.”

both yuuji and megumi seem visibly sheepish at gojo's revelation. they had thought they were being slick sneakily, stealing nanami's alcohol without anyone noticing, but in reality they should have known better.

gojo just chuckles again, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “really boys, stealing alcohol from a teacher. that’s a new low, even for you two.” his eyes flicker with an amused gleam. “and to think i trusted you guys to behave yourselves..”

his gaze then moves back to you, his expression growing more serious again. “and you,” he says, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone. “you should know better than to let those two get you into this kind of trouble.”

he pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he seems to ponder something. “and what possessed you three to drink in the first place? were you trying to act cool, or were you just looking for an excuse to let loose a little?”

you look down, avoiding gojo’s gaze as the weight of his words sinks in. your shoulders slump a bit, feeling smaller under his sharp scrutiny. “the alcohol was just... laying around when i went into the teachers' room,” you mumble, your voice quiet and filled with regret. “i wasn’t really thinking. i just wanted to try it before going to the festival.”

there’s a beat of silence, and you can feel both yuuji and megumi shifting uncomfortably beside you, probably feeling just as guilty. you sneak a glance at gojo, who’s still watching you with that serious expression. his arms are crossed, and for once, his usual playful demeanor seems absent. you can sense his disappointment.

gojo lets out a long sigh, shaking his head slightly. “you know better than that,” he says, his voice softer but still firm. “drinking in school, stealing alcohol, and getting caught up in... whatever that was,” he gestures vaguely to the room, “isn’t what i expect from you.”

you bite your lip, nodding in agreement, feeling the sting of his words even more.

gojo lets out another sigh, his expression still filled with mild disappointment. he crosses his arms across his chest, seemingly deep in thought, pondering on how to handle this situation.

“you guys know you could get in serious trouble for this, right?” he says eventually, his usually carefree tone now replaced with a sense of sternness. “stealing alcohol, drinking on campus, and causing a commotion in the classroom. you’re lucky i’m the one who found you and not nanami or geto, or even principal yaga.”

he stops and looks at you, his eyes meeting your gaze again. “you’re all supposed to be my students, my responsibility, and yet you’re acting like reckless kids,” his tone softens a bit, but that sternness remains. “i know you’re young and hormones are raging, but you gotta learn to control yourselves, you know? you can’t just go around acting on impulse and doing dumb things.”

you nod quickly, your voice small as you murmur, “we know... we’re sorry.” the guilt clings to you, making you feel heavier. you glance at the floor again, avoiding gojo's piercing gaze. the embarrassment of the situation weighs you down even more, and it doesn’t help that you can feel megumi and yuuji shifting beside you.

megumi, noticing how defeated you look, lets out a long sigh. “it’s not her fault,” he mutters, his voice steady but filled with frustration. “it was us... we’re the ones who persuaded her. she didn’t want to get involved at first.” his hand squeezes your shoulder lightly, as if trying to relieve some of the pressure on you.

gojo raises an eyebrow, looking between the three of you. “so, it was you two?” he asks, his voice carrying that same mix of amusement and annoyance. he lets out another deep sigh, shaking his head as if he’s tired of the whole situation. “well, that doesn’t make it any better, does it? you all made the decision together.”

“still,” megumi insists, his eyes flickering with determination, “don’t blame her for it. yuuji and i were the ones acting like idiots.” yuuji nods along, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “yeah, megumi’s right. we kinda dragged her into it.”

gojo looks at you for a moment longer, then finally his expression softens just a little. “alright, alright. i’ll give you that. but still, you’re all in this mess together. next time, think before you act, all of you.”

gojo runs a hand through his hair, looking a little fed up with the whole situation. he glances at the three of you, his expression still one of mild disapproval, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes now— almost like reluctant understanding.

“you gotta learn to make better decisions, alright?” he says, his tone is softer than before. “i don’t wanna have to come to rescue you three every time you get yourselves into trouble. you know i have better things to do than play babysitter.”

he glances specifically at you again, his eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and concern. “you three really need to learn to use some common sense. especially you,” he adds, his voice taking on a slightly more authoritative tone. “you should know better than to let yuuji and megumi talk you into something this reckless.”

you nod again, still unable to bring yourself to meet gojo’s gaze. the shame clings to you like a heavy weight, making you feel small under his disappointed tone. you bite your lip, your eyes fixed on the floor, hoping this lecture would end soon. the tension between the three of you is palpable, with yuuji and megumi shifting uncomfortably beside you.

gojo lets out another long, exasperated sigh. “look, i’m not gonna drag this out any longer,” he says, his voice sounding a little tired now. “just... make sure this doesn’t happen again. because if i catch you three doing something more reckless, i’m really gonna have to step in and do something about it. and trust me, you don’t want that.”

the finality in his voice makes it clear he’s serious. he’s not just your teacher but someone who actually cares, and that makes the guilt feel even heavier. “we won’t,” you mutter quietly, finally glancing up at him for just a brief moment before your gaze flickers away again.

gojo's expression softens a bit at your sincere response, seeing the shame and regret written across your face. he knows you feel bad about the situation and genuinely wants to do better, and that's something he cannot ignore. he sighs again, his voice becoming a little lighter.

“just... be careful from now on, alright?” he says, his tone holding a mixture of sternness and understanding. “don't let those two talk you into anything stupid again. and i better not see you three causing any more trouble around here,” he added, his tone slightly softer, “but i’m not a saint. don't test my patience. understood?”

the three of you nod hastily, all of you desperate for this lecture to end. the tension in the room has shifted a bit, now laced with a mixture of shame, regret, and relief that gojo isn’t more upset with you.

gojo glances at all of you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before letting out another long breath. “good. i’m glad we had this talk,” he says, his voice filled with a mild hint of sarcasm. “i’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, right?”

megumi and yuuji both nod again, their faces holding a mixture of sheepishness and defiance. they are still silently resenting the fact that gojo has lectured them for their actions, but they know better than to talk back now.

gojo’s gaze turns back to you, as if trying to assess your response. he can see the guilt and shame etched across your face, the way your shoulders droop just a little under his scrutiny.

“and you...” he says, his voice trailing off for a moment as he seems to ponder something. “just... be careful, alright? don’t let those two idiots talk you into something foolish again. you have a good head on your shoulders, so use it.”

you nod again, feeling even smaller under gojo's gaze, your voice barely above a whisper as you mumble, “yes, sensei.” the weight of his words sinks in deeper, and you can’t shake the guilt lingering in the pit of your stomach. you know he’s right, that you should’ve been more responsible, but it’s hard to shake the tension from the situation.

gojo’s eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he straightens up with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “alright, get out of here before i change my mind and report you three.” yuuji and megumi shift awkwardly, both of them muttering their thanks as they move toward the door with you follow from behind.

as you walk away from the classroom, you groan and cover your face with your hands, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “that was so fucking embarrassing,” you mumble, shaking your head in disbelief. the image of gojo leaning against the desk, arms crossed with that mix of disappointment and amusement, lingers in your mind, making the embarrassment even worse.

but despite the wave of humiliation crashing over you, you can’t help but chuckle softly at the absurdity of it all. the memory of yuuji’s teasing and megumi’s intense gaze flicker through your mind, making you smile despite yourself. you turn to the two boys, shaking your head with a grin as you say, “it was totally your fault.”

“hey, you’re the one who want to kiss me first,” megumi defend as you glance at him. he looks slightly annoyed yet undeniably cute with his furrowed brows and the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. there’s an undeniable warmth in your chest as you remember how it all started with that impulsive kiss, a moment that now feels both reckless and thrilling.

yuuji, standing beside you, laughs sheepishly. “yeah, we definitely didn’t help the situation.” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, a hint of mischief still in his eyes. “but hey, you have to admit it was a bit fun, right?”

megumi rolls his eyes, not quite able to hide his small smile. “yeah, sure, if your definition of fun includes being lectured by your teacher and getting caught stealing alcohol.”

you shake your head, a mix of embarrassment and amusement still lingering. “oh, yeah, so much fun,” you reply sarcastically, trying to hide the fact that your heart is still racing from the adrenaline. your fingers running to your neck where you can still feel their lips kissing, biting and licking and leaving all the mark.

megumi and yuuji both chuckle at your sarcastic response, both of them knowing that you’re secretly enjoying the thrill of it all. yuuji bumps your shoulder lightly, a roguish grin on his face. “come on, you can’t deny it. there was something exciting about the whole thing, right?”

megumi smirks, his gaze flickering over to your neck before meeting your eyes again. “and besides, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy those kisses.”

your cheeks flush again at the memory of their lips on your skin, leaving marks and creating a sensation that still tingles on your neck. you try to hide your reaction, ducking your head a little as you look away from them, unintentionally showing the hickeys more than you intend to. “shut up,” you mutter.

yuuji’s grin widens, his eyes zeroing in on the red marks on your neck. “oh man, those look pretty obvious,” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes. “gojo definitely saw those, huh?”

megumi smirks again, his hands shoved into his pockets. “yeah, you’re not going to be able to hide those for long. and you know how observant gojo is. he’ll put two and two together in no time.”

as yuuji and megumi both continue to tease you about the hickeys, your mind flashes back to the feeling of their hands and lips on your skin, the heat of their breath and the intensity in their eyes. the embarrassment you felt before now feels mixed with something else, a flutter in your stomach and a warmth spreading through your chest. you can’t help but wonder what gojo will say when he sees the evidence of your little encounter.

you can feel yuuji and megumi looking at you, their gazes fixed on the marks on your neck. you can tell they're both enjoying the sight a little too much. yuuji lets out a low whistle, his voice full of appreciation. “damn, those look good on you,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering back to your face with a wicked grin.

you groan and instinctively cover your neck with your hands, a wave of embarrassment crashing over you once again. “you two have to do something about this,” you say, your voice muffled as you hide your face. “there’s no way I’m going to class tomorrow looking like this!”

as you try to hide the marks on your neck, yuuji and megumi both laugh, clearly enjoying your reaction. “oh, come on, you’re looking pretty cute with those marks,” yuuji teases, reaching out to try and gently pull your hands away from your neck. “in fact, i’m thinking we should give you a few more so that they’re really obvious.”

megumi chuckles, his smirk growing wider as he steps closer to you. “yeah, i think that’s a good idea.”

you narrow your eyes at them as they step closer, a mix of annoyance and playfulness bubbling up inside you. “oh, come on! you guys are ridiculous!” you exclaim, shaking your head and turning to walk faster, trying to put some distance between you and their teasing.

“stop being such freaks!” you call over your shoulder, but the sound of their laughter only intensifies your embarrassment. as you quicken your pace, you can hear their footsteps trailing behind you, the playful banter continuing. it only makes you want to hide your face even more.

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 [𝐍𝐎𝐓]!! | a JJK series

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!” “BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU!” It’s no secret to anyone on this Earth that you and Gojo cannot stand each other. Despite that, the world seems amused to put these two star-crossed lovers haters in the same space. Or worse, have them dwell deeper into their feelings for one another…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining - fluff + angst + misunderstandings - first kiss - virginity loss - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - secret relationships; implied friends-with-benefits - sex in shared rooms; college dorms + hotel suite - college parties - use of party games (seven minutes in heaven) - confessions - mention of drug/alcohol abuse - humor bc Gojo and college, lol - Gojo is a cocky, tactless sweetheart, nothing new - cameos of other characters + explicit content will be listed in their respective fics (within the contents).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: when I say that I had this series planned out, I mean like mid-October last year planned out, lmaoo!! I'm honestly so psyched to do this series, as it's one of my favorite tropes + relatively short as I'll be busy irl, but we'll do what we can!! i was lowkey feeling this concept when i was re-watching Ranma 1/2 and figured it would work great with Gojo. So, here's to hoping i can properly execute my thoughts with this series, hehehe~

reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ❤︎ gif header made by me + fic dividers used are provided by the wonderful @cafekitsune and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!!

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒓...

All the material below contains explicit 18+ content, so minors do not interact.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (Feb 1st)

The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 (Feb 7th)

Is it possible to wish to be in the embrace of someone who makes you want to throw them off a cliff? You seem to think so, and the same goes for Gojo. But alas, good things always come to an end, even when not meant to be...

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (Feb 14th)

Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖!

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𝑻𝑨𝑮 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫!!! Have made a list of the first 50 ppl who asked, but don't worry!! Check back for the stories when they're posted on their respective dates!!

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10 Worst Things About The Trump Presidency

Donald Trump left office with the lowest approval rating of any president ever. But some people now seem to be suffering from amnesia.

Let me jog your memory. Here are 10 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency — in no particular order.

#1. Trump fueled division and sparked a record uptick in hate crimes.

#2. Murder went way up under Trump. He presided over the largest ever single-year increase in homicides in 2020. A number of factors might have contributed to that, but a big one is…

#3. Gun sales broke records under Trump, who has bragged about how he “did nothing” to restrict guns as president in spite of…

#4. Under Trump, America suffered more than 1,700 mass shootings.

#5. Trump said there were "very fine people" among the neo-Nazis in Charlottesville.

I’m halfway to ten. If you think I’m missing something big, leave it in the comments.

#6. Trump allied himself with the Proud Boys, a violent hate group who helped orchestrate the Jan 6 Capitol attack.

#7. Trump’s not wrong when he says…

TRUMP: I got rid of Roe v. Wade.

It is entirely because of Trump’s judicial appointments that 1 in 3 American women of childbearing age now lives in states with abortion bans.

#8. One of Trump’s Supreme Court justices was Brett Kavanaugh, a man accused of sexual assault by multiple women.

#9. Trump’s White House interfered in the FBI’s investigation of Brett Kavanaugh’s alleged sexual assaults.

And now: #10. Trump has been convicted of committing 34 felonies while in office. The criminally false business filings he got convicted for in New York? All of them were committed while he was president.

I’m sorry, did I say the 10 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency? I meant 15.

#11. Trump’s failed pandemic response is estimated to have led to hundreds of thousands of needless deaths. By the time Trump left office, roughly 3,000 Americans were dying of covid every day. That’s a 9/11-scale mass casualty event every single day. How did Trump screw up so badly?

#12. Trump’s White House discarded the pandemic response playbook that had been assembled by the Obama administration.

#13. Trump disbanded the National Security Council’s pandemic response team.

#14. Trump repeatedly lied about the danger of covid, saying it was no worse than the flu or that it would go away on its own.

But behind closed doors, Trump admitted he knew covid was deadly.

#15. Trump promoted fake covid cures like hydroxychloroquine and even injecting people with disinfectants.

After Trump’s “disinfectant” remarks, poison control centers received a spike in emergency calls.

That’s fifteen things. Should I keep going? Ok, I’ll keep going. The 20 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency.

#16. Trump presided over a net loss of 2.9 million American jobs — the worst recorded jobs numbers of any U.S. president in history.

#17. Trump profited off the presidency, making an estimated $160 million from foreign countries while he was president.

#18. Trump also billed the Secret Service over $1 million for the privilege of staying at his golf clubs and other properties while they protected him. That’s your money!

#19. Trump caused the longest government shutdown in U.S. history when he didn’t get funding for his border wall, which he said Mexico was going to pay for.

#20. Under Trump, the national debt increased by about 40% — more than in any other four-year presidential term — largely because of his tax cuts for the rich and big corporations.

You didn’t really think I was stopping at 20, did you? We’re going to 25 —

#21. Trump separated more than 5,000 children from their parents at the border, with no plan to ever reunite them, putting babies in cages.

#22. The Muslim Ban. Yes, Trump really did try to ban Muslims from entering the country.

#23. Trump sparked international outrage by moving the American Embassy in Israel to Jerusalem while closing the U.S. mission to Palestine.

#24. Trump tasked his son-in-law Jared Kushner with drafting a potential Middle East “peace plan” with zero Palestinian input.

#25. And finally, Trump recognized Israel’s occupation of the Goh-lahn Heights, which is considered illegal under international law.

So there you have it, folks: The 25 Worst — Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Did I mention the impeachments? We’ve got to do the impeachments. Let’s go to 30.

#26. Trump broke the law by trying to withhold nearly $400 million of U.S. aid for Ukraine in an effort to extort a personal political favor from Ukraine’s Pres. Zelensky. Trump wanted Zelensky to interfere in the 2020 election by announcing an investigation into the Bidens. Delaying this aid to Ukraine weakened Ukraine and strengthened Russia.

#27. Trump personally attacked and ruined the careers of everyone who stood in the way of his illegal Ukraine scheme, including Ambassador Marie Yovanovitch and Lt. Colonel Alexander Vindman.

#28. To cover up the scheme, Trump ordered the White House and State Department to defy congressional subpoenas.

#29. For these reasons, on December 18, 2019, Trump became the third U.S. president to be impeached. He was charged with Abuse of Power and Obstruction of Congress.

#30. Even while he was being investigated for trying to get Ukraine to interfere in the U.S. election, Trump publicly called for China to interfere in the election.

So those are the 30 Worst Things —

I’ll go to 35.

#31. Long before Election Day, Trump started making false claims that the election would be rigged.

#32. After losing, Trump falsely claimed the election was stolen, even though his own inner circle, including his campaign manager, White House lawyers, and his own Justice Department and attorney general told him it was not.

#33. Trump kept telling his Big Lie even after more than 60 legal challenges to the election were struck down in court, many by Trump-appointed judges.

#34. Trump ordered the Department of Justice to falsely claim that the election “was corrupt.”

#35. Trump and his allies used threats to pressure state leaders in Arizona and Georgia to falsify the election results.

We may go to 40.

#36. When none of the previous schemes worked, Trump and his allies produced fake electoral votes cast by fake electors in multiple swing states. His former White House chief of staff and Rudy Giuliani are among the many members of his inner circle who have been criminally indicted for this scheme.

#37. Trump tried to bully Vice President Pence into obstructing the certification of the election.

#38. Trump invited a mob to the Capitol on Jan 6 with his “be there, will be wild” tweet.

#39. Sworn testimony alleges that when Trump was warned that members of the crowd were carrying deadly weapons, he ordered security metal detectors to be taken down.

#40. Knowing the crowd had deadly weapons, he ordered them to go to the Capitol and…

TRUMP: …fight like hell.

#41 — Yes, yes, I know, bear with me.

Trump betrayed his oath to defend the nation by doing nothing to stop the Jan 6 violence. Instead, according to witness testimony, he sat and watched TV for hours.

#42. On January 13, 2021, Trump became the only president ever to be impeached twice. This time he was charged with incitement of insurrection. It was a bipartisan vote.

#43. The majority of senators — 57 out of 100 — voted to convict Trump, including 7 Republican senators.

So that’s the two impeachments and the Big Lie, but wait, we haven’t dealt with Russia, right? So we’re going to 50.

#44. In a likely obstruction of justice, Trump pressured then FBI Director James Comey to stop the FBI’s investigation into Trump’s National Security Adviser, Michael Flynn. This was documented in the Mueller report.

#45. When Comey didn’t bend to Trump’s will, Trump fired him.

#46. Trump tried to shut down the Mueller investigation by ordering White House Counsel Don McGann to fire Mueller. McGann refused because that would be criminal obstruction of justice.

#47. When news got out that Trump tried to fire Mueller, Trump repeatedly told McGann to lie — to Mueller, to press, to public — and even create a false document to conceal Trump’s attempt to fire Mueller.

#48. Trump ordered his staff not to turn over emails showing Don Jr. had set up a meeting at Trump Tower before the 2016 election with representatives of the Russian government.

#49. Trump convinced Michael Cohen to lie to Congress about Trump’s plans to build a Trump Tower in Moscow, and Cohen served prison time for lying to Congress.

#50. Trump was not charged for criminal obstruction of justice because it’s the Justice Department’s policy not to indict a sitting president, but more than a thousand former federal prosecutors who served under both Republicans and Democrats, signed a letter declaring there was more than enough evidence to prosecute Trump.

So those are the 50 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency. Now I could go on…

And I will! The 75 Worst Things About the Trump Presidency.

#51. Trump said he’d hire only the best people, but…

His campaign chair was convicted of multiple crimes.

So was one of his closest associates.

His deputy campaign chair pleaded guilty to crimes.

So did his personal lawyer

His National Security Adviser

The Chief Financial Officer of his business

A campaign foreign policy adviser

And one of his campaign fundraisers.

They all committed crimes, and Trump pardoned most of them.

#52. Trump said he’d drain the Washington swamp. But he appointed more billionaires, CEOs, and Wall Street moguls to his administration than any administration in history

#53. Trump intervened to get his son-in-law, Jared Kushner top-secret clearance after he was denied over concerns about foreign influence.

#54. Trump hosted a Russian Foreign Minister to the Oval Office, where Trump revealed top-secret intelligence.

Oh, and Trump’s economic policies!

#55 Trump promised that the average American family would see a $4,000 pay raise because of his tax cuts for the wealthy and big corporations. How’d that work out? Did you get a $4,000 raise? Of course not! Nobody did!

#56. Trump vowed to protect American jobs, but offshoring increased and manufacturing fell.

#57. Trump said he would fix America’s infrastructure, but it never happened. He announced so many failed “infrastructure weeks” they became a running joke.

#58. Trump said he would be “the voice” of American workers, but he filled the National Labor Relations Board with anti-union flacks who made it harder for workers to unionize.

#59. Trump’s Labor Department made it easier for bosses to get out of paying workers overtime, which cheated 8 million workers of extra pay.

#60. Trump repeatedly suggested he might serve more than two terms in violation of the Constitution — and continues to do so.

#61. Trump called Haiti and African nations “shithole” countries.

#62. Trump tried to terminate DACA, which protects immigrants brought to the U.S. as children. Luckily this was struck down by the courts.

#63. Trump called climate change a “hoax.”

#64. Trump pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement.

#65. Trump rolled back more than 100 environmental protections.

#66. Every budget Trump proposed included cuts to Social Security and Medicare.

#67. Trump tried (and failed) to repeal the Affordable Care Act, which would have resulted in 20 million Americans losing insurance. And striking down the ACA’s protections for the roughly 130 million people with pre-existing conditions could have driven up their insurance premiums or led to a loss of coverage.

#68. Trump made it easier for employers to remove birth control coverage from insurance plans.

#69. By the end of Trump’s term, the number of people lacking health insurance had risen by 3 million.

#70. Trump lied. Constantly. He made 30,573 false or misleading claims while president — an average of 21 a day, according to Washington Post fact-checkers.

#71. Trump allegedly took hundreds of classified documents on his way out of the White House, reportedly including nuclear secrets, which he then left unsecured in various parts of Mar-a-Lago, including a bathroom. He was even caught on tape showing them off to people.

#72. Trump seriously discussed the idea of nuking a hurricane.

#73. When Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, Trump delayed $20 billion of aid and allowed Puerto Rico to be without power for 181 days.

#74. Trump suggested withholding federal aid for California wildfire recovery and said the solution was to “clean” the “floors” of the forest.

#75. Trump pulled out of the Iran deal, placing Iran on a path to developing nuclear weapons.

Honestly, there’s so much more, from exchanging “love letters” with North Korea’s brutal dictator to publicly denigrating a Gold Star military widow and making her cry, to the way he attacked journalists, to late night tweet binges.

Look, I can understand why a lot of people want to block all of this out of their memories. But we cannot afford to forget just how terrible Trump’s time in the White House was for this nation.

And we sure as hell can’t afford to put him back there.

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year ago

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[To be loved is to be changed. And while being married to you has changed Mihawk, it's not entirely for the better. He's a possessive and protective lover to the marrow of his bones.]

(TW for unwanted sexual comments)

Mihawk knew the name 'Shantaro' quite well. Any time you told him a story from your adolescence that revolved around borderline illegal, unethical or simply reckless adventures, Shantaro was there. The little devil on your shoulder but as reliable as a true angel.

He, however, never expected you to run into Shantaro on the odd night when the two of you can go out. Comfortably basking in your presence, Mihawk is thoroughly enjoying your undivided attention.

Until.

You're suddenly rendered speechless as you notice something - someone - over his shoulder. A wide smile spreads across your face. Mihawk is unsure whether he should rejoice with how beautiful you look or seethe, knowing that another person dared to distract you from him.

"It's Shantaro!" you squeal excitedly. "I'm sorry, love, I'll be just a moment. I haven't seen her in ages!"

Mihawk doesn't even try to stop you as you make your way through the crowd at the lounge. His watchful gaze follows your steps as you approach a stringy woman in a silver dress. A hurricane of black curls sits on top of her head. Her piercing, grey eyes notice you, suddenly widening with both surprise and happiness. The two of you engulf each other in a bone-crushing hug, silently exchanging feelings of longing towards the closest friend from younger years.

The swordsman's night, however, is about to get even worse as he hears someone behind him whisper:

"She's a minx, that foxy wife of yours."

He turns around with his jaw and fists clenched. Mihawk's enraged gaze meets the face of an amused man who is casually sipping on his drink. There's a glint in the stranger's eyes that makes the swordsman's skin crawl - he wanted to get under Dracule's skin.

"Don't look so surprised," the stranger reprimands him. The man must have mistaken Mihawk's baffled expression at the bold words for genuine surprise that someone put two and two together. Truthfully, he couldn't care less whether people know that he's married. "Many pirates get hard fantasising about having their way with the Warlord's wife." Judging by the way the man licks his lips and hides a certain hunger behind his eyes, it's clear he's part of the aforementioned group. "But the Warlord himself? Unfortunately for him, she turns him soft," he drones the word as though it's a serious insult.

"Yes, she does," Mihawk answers slowly.

The events that followed happened exceptionally fast: Mihawk reached for the stranger's neck and slammed the man's head against the bar counter. Curiously, people happening to be in their vicinity carry on as though nothing bizarre is happening - they are smart enough not to get in Dracule Mihawk's way, especially when he is visibly upset.

Blood is gushing from the strange man's forehead, his eye already beginning to swell and change colour. The swordsman tilted his victim's head back just enough to lean down and growl. "Which is why I'm going to kill you much faster than you deserve for your offence."

Mihawk glances in your direction. You're still occupied, excitedly telling Shantaro about the years after you've last met her.

He'll be done before you notice him gone.

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lehguru · 1 year ago

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THINK YOU NEED SOMEONE YOUNGER + ONE PIECE MEN

they start to realize they might be a little too old for you ft. crocodile, mihawk, smoker, shanks, doflamingo, corazon

info: will do this for other fandoms too i think, angsty on some; not proofread

crocodile never felt insecure, at least when it came to your relationship. after he left impel down and came to look for you, things got a little... weird. he was avoiding you. you knew it wasn't because he didn't want to bring you into his business (he did it more than once), it was something you didn't really understand. before you could even confront him about it, he said out of nowhere one day: "did you... get with anyone while i was away?" he looked at you with a hard stare. "someone... younger?" you almost laughed at his question, but you held yourself back. your arms circled his waist and you rested your chin on his chest. 'i don't know anyone younger that is as attractive as you, sir.' he grinned, holding the back of your head with his hand. "good."

mihawk noticed how you and zoro interacted during his time at the island. he wasn't suspicious that something was happening, he knew you would never cheat on him or break his trust; but... a thought started to spread in his mind like poison. once zoro and perona left, and you two finally managed to carry on with your married life alone, he asked you one day while you drank tea together. "how do you feel about me being... older?" you looked at him with raised eyebrows and 'the only thing that matters to me is you. i fell in love with your personality and the way you treat me, not your age.' he hummed, a deep sound that you know reverberated on his chest. even if it was faint, you could see a soft pink dusting his cheeks.

smoker didn't think about your age gap until he overheard some of the new recruits talking about you two. captain smoker having a younger partner is a little weird isn't it, was what they said. when he was back home and you were resting against his chest, softly playing with the hair on the area, he told you about it. you looked up, your eyes shining, 'old pan makes good food'. the laughter that left his lips was one that he always reserved for you, his most sincere and genuine laugh; he pressed his lips on the top of your head, murmuring praises and love confessions against your hair.

shanks really didn't care about it, not as much as other members of his crew did – with how well they knew their captain, the man would be destroyed if you decided to leave him. 'she might go for a younger guy, when your thing doesn't get up anymore.' they usually voiced their concerns in the form of jokes, so they wouldn't be too harsh on their captain, but it was effective. those comments made him start to realize what you two were – lovers. one day, without telling you, he and the crew left. simply left the island, leaving you behind with only an note written "don't look for me." in a messy manner.

one thing about doflamingo is that he gets whatever he wants whenever he wants. and since the moment he laid eyes on you, you were his. the people that tried to comment on your age gap always "mysteriously" disappeared, even if they were from inside his organization. no one could talk about him and his partner like that. if he ever brought up the topic, it was only to test if you were seeing anyone or wanted someone younger (he knows you don't. he knows everything); your praises towards him and your love always left him pleased – he would give you the same in return.

corazon is frequently insecure about your relationship. he wonders if you really love him, if he's good enough for you, if he's being a good boyfriend, if he missed any important date that he should've remembered – your age gap (made worse by your height gap too) is only another one of those concerns. no matter what you say, he often asks you if you wouldn't want to be with someone younger and with a better family than him. one day, after he asked that for the millionth time, you answered: "we can have a family of our own, rosi. you deserve happiness. you said once i made you happy, so i will stay. the only way you're going to get rid of me is if one of us is gone." he chuckled and smiled widely, as he often did around you and law, hugging you tightly against his body. 'i adore you. with all my heart and soul, i love you.'

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gyuswhore · 4 months ago

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Statistically Speaking...

part of the svt TA collab

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kim mingyu x reader

est. word count: 10-15k [fat chance]

est. release date: 10th September

warnings: TA! mingyu, fluff, smut [MINORS DNI], angst, statistics, more to be added in final post

synopsis: In all your years of academic endurance, you’ve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldn’t know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,…it could.

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“Right. How can I help you?”

Pulling out your printed assignment, you bring the sheets of stapled paper to the centre of the table, writing facing him.

One look at the sparse format of the cover page, Mingyu blows a full mouth of air at the sight of recognition. Without you having to say a thing, he flicks to the very last page, finding the rubric printed on a separate page.

“It’s a 37,” you inform him like he couldn’t see the bold 37/100 in the bottom Total cell.

“Do you think you deserved a better grade?” he asks. It would have sounded direct, an accusation even. But he asks with an intonation of genuinity, like he genuinely wanted to know.

It stumps you regardless.

“Well…I know I can do better, at least,” you decide to answer.

“You’re here, which means you’re at least willing to try. That’s a start,” he murmurs. His eyes are laser focused on the sheet beneath him, holding it open as his eyes move faster across the page than you can keep up with. Somehow talking to you while taking in the words on the paper.

“I remember marking this,” he says, looking up to address you. “Your concepts are nearly there, but your structure and wording were the problem.”

“You marked them?”

He raises his brow, “I hope that wasn’t an accusation. I need to stick to the rubric.”

“I thought the professor marked the lab reports.”

“He’s…supposed to.” There’s a forced reservedness in his voice. “I mark them and he puts in his comments if he has any. But I’m not sure you’d fare any better than this if it was him behind that pen either.”

Every question that floated in memorisation, from the form and structure, to the nitty gritties of the data presentation, all evaporate as you realise you’re at a loss for words.

Even more embarrassingly, you feel tears prick the back of your eyes as the next words leave you in a low voice, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“That’s alright,” he says as reassurance, though it sounds awfully rehearsed. Like he says it everyday. “We’ll work through it.”

He lets out a big sigh, adjusting in his chair and running a hand through his hair. The motion has you noticing the dishevelled nature of the mop on his head, un-uniformed and sticking out at certain places, yet still somehow cohesive with his look. His shoulders are straight and taut, fingers working as they fiddle and flick the pen in his hand.

Despite it all, his shirt is ruffled and creased, unbuttoned at the first couple steps. The buttons are misaligned, one side of his collar higher on his neck than the other. It takes an effort to not reach over and fix it for him.

“Lab reports can be quite tricky if you aren’t sure what you’re doing. Did you refer to the tutorial?”

You mean the one that did nothing to help? “Yes.”

“You got those bits right, format and whatnot. But—”

“It was a lump of writing about subheadings and word counts,” you say plainly.

Mingyu lips are in a tight line. “Well, yes, but it helps—”

“I know the results are supposed to go in the results section. I don’t need a PDF to tell me that,” you cut him off. Your voice is reserved, and you hope it comes off as a point across and not a complaint. Although it was a complaint. “I want to know why the entire section was ruled off as incorrect when we were never properly taught how to write it in the first place.”

“Dr. Cho—”

“Is no help.”

“I understand—”

“He can’t even mark his own papers. I’m quite sure that’s not in your job description. It’s supposed to be him here. Not you.”

It’s silent. There was nothing in your voice that suggested you wished to pick a fight, on the contrary, quite calm and matter of fact. Mingyu’s fingernails are going white as his grip on his pen and paper grow stronger.

“And yet, we continue to show up. Because we do what we must.” He raises his head in control, a small smile on his face, eyebrows unnaturally raised. “And, better that I’m here rather than no one at all. I can help you too.”

Help, he did.

Mingyu had made it quite clear his time with you was limited, but by the end of the near 25 minute session, nearly every inch of your printed assignment was covered different colours of notes and corrections, additional papers and post-it notes pasted on the back as you remain careful to not lose them as you slip the stack in your bag.

It’s only then that you spot the segregated stack of papers in your bag that you remember.

“I almost forgot,” you say, grabbing the pile and placing it in front of him.

“Where did you find this?” he asks sharply.

“You left them at the desk of the lecture hall last week,” you say, before quickly adding, “There was a class right after you left. I took them off the professor’s hands before they got lost. Thought it might be important.”

“I’ve been looking all over for these,” he says as he goes through the pages and files. Random sticky tabs and highlighted regions across the pages. The leather strap watch with the broken clock face remains on top, and he picks it up. He looks up to you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile that feels genuine. “Thank you.”

You flush for some reason, “O–of course, couldn’t just leave them there.”

It isn’t till you’re pushing yourself out of your chair that he says something. “You can come in at 3:30 tomorrow.”

“Pardon?”

He’s stood up as well. “I have a free thirty minutes before office hours formally start. I can help you out a little more without the crowd.”

Feet planted on the ground, there’s not much you can do but stare. “Um, sure. I can come in a little early.”

He nods casually, “Thanks again for the papers. And the watch.”

You smile, “No problem.”

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astonmartinii · 6 months ago

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i can do it with a broken heart [guilty as sin part three] | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem sainz!reader

life goes on after a bombshell but this silence isn't mysterious it's ominous

MASTERLIST | GUILTY AS SIN MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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yourusername: don't tell lies about me and i won't tell truths about you

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user164: oh holy moly this is so much worse than i thought

user165: i don't think i can ever look at those men the same ever again

user166: SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS FOR FAVOURS?

user167: my mouth dropped open when i read that

user168: so like not to be insensitive but like who do we think it was

maxverstappen1: so like y/n obviously can't talk on this because she needs her silence but my big mouth will remain open they tried it on me that's why she mentions that she managed to make friends.

user169: what the fuck

maxverstappen1: they thought that i would be an easy target because i was so young but jokes on them i've always been taken advantage of so i saw that from a mile away (also y/n didn't want to so that obviously helped)

user170: that is actually insane like her and max are the same age so that would've made her so young i hope to god that they didn't try it with anyone older

maxverstappen1: they did but by the time they realised that it hadn't worked on me y/n had allies and fernando and seb were not about to let any of that happen

user171: thank the lord she had some friends when people control your money you'll do anything

fernandoalo_oficial: she became my daughter the moment that i saw them try and offer their family to some of the older men in the paddock

user172: i am actually in shock this was a "oh gosh this is so dramatic situation" but now it's just "holy shit i kinda need to see these guys in jail"

fernandoalo_oficial: me and you both

user173: i'm going to need ferrari to let charles out of the cage for this one

user174: kinda expected him to be in the comments supporting her i'm not going to lie

user175: he's in the likes?

user176: girl? his girlfriend is being sued by his own family and is confessing that she was offered round the paddock like a prize cow i feel like he should be actively voicing his support

oscarpiastri: you're loved and have the full support of the paddock

maxverstappen1: we're behind you 100% of the way

olliebearman: nothing but full support for you mum

pierregasly: we're all here for you no matter what we're allowed to say

fernandoalo_oficial: 🫶

sebastianvettel: it'll all work out in the end

user177: still no charles ???

user178: eh i feel like pierre is confirming charles' support in his place

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maxverstappen1: i'm missing my best friend has anyone seen her?

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user179: oh good i was just about to lose it from y/n and max withdrawals

user180: at least one of the trio of dumbasses is keeping us fed

yourusername: i miss you toooooooooo :( (reply fast my lawyer has gone to the bathroom)

maxverstappen1: hurry up and win your lawsuit so we can go back to kicking ass and drinking gin and tonics

yourusername: i'm trying 🤞

maxverstappen1: and if i said it's time to red wedding them?

yourusername: i think we would be swiftly arrested

maxverstappen1: they can't arrest us our face cards are too strong

yourusername: well one of us is currently in court so what does that say about my face card

charles_leclerc: THAT YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL REGARDLESS FUCK THEM

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user181: so is that like confirmation that charles is back in PR jail in maranello

user182: right i understand that he's literally employed by them but like he's also a grown ass man who can speak up

user183: like i know max isn't obviously at ferrari and isn't contractually obligated to be teammates with carlos but even he's out here slamming him

user184: and oscar who's only in his SECOND year in the sport

oscarpiastri: bold assumption that you're the best friend max

maxverstappen1: let's not get too rowdy piastri i can deal with you as the 'child' - you cannot be a bestie as well

oscarpiastri: i don't think that's the exact rules

maxverstappen1: you'll soon learn that I MAKE THE RULES AROUND HERE BUSTER

oscarpiastri: i can't wait for y/n to kick their asses so she can come back and KICK YOURS FOR ME

maxverstappen1: she would NEVER

oscarpiastri: okay maybe she wouldn't, but my dad on the other hand ...

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user185: charles just PLEASE GET ON THE MIC

user186: i'm about to lose my patience i'm not going to lie

user187: guys we have to remember that this is a complicated situation with a lot of different moving parts, as long as charles is there for her in REAL LIFE it doesn't matter what we're seeing

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user191: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

user192: not the childhood dog too ???

user193: these are unbelievable levels of hating

user194: i'd be impressed if he wasn't such an asshole

maxverstappen1: get fucked

carlossainz55: she shouldn't dish it out if she can't take it

maxverstappen1: she fell in love ?? and you thought that was a good excuse to take everything she's ever had

carlossainz55: she cost me my dream

maxverstappen1: as far i can remember, she's not on the fucking FERRARI BOARD GENIUS

carlossainz55: it's her pussy-whipped boyfriend that's the problem and she deserved this as soon as she choose him over her blood

maxverstappen1: you're insane and history will always remember you as the biggest crybaby loser to ever grace this sport

user195: so this ^^ is definitely referring to y/n's poetry

user196: are we living through scooter braun volume two

user197: @taylorswift PLEASE HELP

charles_leclerc: EAT SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL

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charles_leclerc: you are the lowest of the low and you will get what is coming to you

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charles_leclerc: there's only so long i have to stay silent and the people will know just the type of person you are

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user198: so is like carlos deleting this comments or ferrari?

user199: i bet it's ferrari

user200: 1. can they stop being allergic to fun 2. i think this has gotten past the need to uphold image like these are your employees and this is serious actually

user201: also like silencing charles when its CARLOS BEING THE MESSY ONE HE IS ACTUALLY STILL YOUR EMPLOYEE

yourusername: old habits die screaming

carlossainz55: you can spout all the 'poetry' you want it'll all belong to me anyway

yourusername: i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

user202: stealing poetry? now that's a new low

user203: i'm gonna need someone to take one for the team and put a cheeky front wing in his tyre

georgerussell63: well this sounds like a job for me

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user206: is this even charles? where are the emojis? where is the excitement

user207: i think we might be witnessing a lil PR takeover after his deleted comments tirade under carlos' recent post

user208: you'd think they'd at least get his tone right like the rest of his account is RIGHT THERE

user209: charles leclerc's PR team we now have beef

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maxverstappen1: ugh you people are useless

oscarpiastri: i'm not going to lie i'm losing my patience

maxverstappen1: for real i'm gonna need this court case to finish up fast so we can get back to being a united front of haters

oscarpiastri: and then we can also wrestle charles' phone back by force

olliebearman: PLEASE KNOW THIS ISN'T ME I LOVE Y/N AND WE WILL LIVE TO KICK ASS AGAIN

user210: oh so they quite literally took his phone?

olliebearman: whoops

user210: ollie coming for kid of the year

olliebearman: i can't be told off for accidentally leaving my phone out while in the car and accidentally making my password something easy to remember and accidentally telling charles that his PR team had posted something - accident i swear

user211: @maxverstappen1 can you confirm they're still grossly in love?

maxverstappen1: i do have the letters to prove so but i think he's going insane with withdrawals

user212: that's it GET ME TO MARANELLO RIGHT THIS SECOND I HAVE A SCORE TO SETTLE

user213: yo i know we just got some confirmation from max but i can't help but think how lonely this must be for y/n

user214: for real if i was being sued by my family and had everything stolen from me i'd want more than some 'confirmation' through her bff in an instagram comment

carlossainz55: i hate to say i told you so @yourusername but that would be a lie i'm enjoying this so much

maxverstappen1: i want to fight you so bad but my therapist said that's bad

oscarpiastri: it's also illegal?

maxverstappen1: what's the point of being a rich white man oscar if i can't use to it to traverse the justice system and defend my bestie's honour

user215: @charles_leclerc get a backbone and do it like these two ^^

user216: i still have faith that he'll rain hell on that family when he's free

user217: well can he hurry the fuck up cause he's really shaping up to be the worst boyfriend of the year

user218: he has to get fucking loud HE CAN'T PROVE CARLOS RIGHT I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN THAT WORLD

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user223: no no NO WE'RE NOT DOING ALL THIS GUESSING GAME SHIT WHAT WAS THE VERDICT?

user224: it's finished?

user225: that's what the spanish media are saying

user224: well in that case Y/N WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE YOUR POETRY BACK?

maxverstappen1: a wine evening without me? prison changed you

user225: SHE'S IN PRISON?

yourusername: STOP TELLING PEOPLE I'M IN JAIL

maxverstappen1: want me to put some money in the commissary so you can buy cigarettes?

yourusername: i don't even smoke and i'M NOT IN JAIL

maxverstappen1: now you've done time can you employ some stricter parenting on oscar and ollie, they've gotten unruly with both parents absent

yourusername: i'm not an absent mother :(

oscarpiastri: SHE'S VERY PRESENT SHE'S BEEN TO EVERY RECITAL SHE CAN IN HER CURRENT CIRCUMSTANCES

maxverstappen1: did you just refer to literal FORMULA ONE GRAND PRIXS AS RECITALS?

oscarpiastri: maybe i did

yourusername: he's allowed to call them what he wants

olliebearman: i feel sufficiently supported by you mum x

yourusername: i'm glad

olliebearman: family dinner when dad gets released from ferrari's top secret base jail?

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maxverstappen1: did he just get sniped by ferrari's PR?

user226: okay cool got the main kids update but WHAT ABOUT LEO?

user227: please tell me he's been been in good care

yourusername: he's been my rock 🤞

user228: not the dog being more present than charles - it would be funny if it wasn't so sad :(

user229: so are any of you going to address the literal caption of this post

user230: there's two options here she either lost the court case or her and charles have actually broken up

user231: the fact carlos is not in this comment section actively gloating makes me think she might have actually won?

user232: but i don't want it to be the other option... charles and y/n are end game :(

user233: but he's been so so silent and that BULLSHIT response in the press conference

user234: idk the delusion in me has this theory ... she won the case but like t swift, doesn't have access to her old work so maybe she's heartbroken over losing that and then it's just exacerbated by her boyfriend's useless bosses that are holding him captive in italy (also he was totally coached to say that shit in the presser it's written all over his strangely expressive face)

user235: at this point i might go to italy and just prison break him out of there this is ridiculous

fin.

note: DON'T HATE ME YALL i promise it'll get better we must have faith in the man (i know i hate to put my faith in men) xx

extra note from me here. first, i will fix this tag list at some point idk why it's not working rn. secondly, i have been made aware by multiple people that there is a series just like this one down to characters and the name of the series on here and i can't lie i'm bummed about it. as i said on the first part (?) this is an idea i've had since the release of TTPD (and people will back me up on this) so it bums me out that there are blatant copies coming out! i'm all for inspiration but sometimes there's a difference between taking inspo and copying especially when my masterlist was posted ages ago and my first part was posted on the 9th of may.... anyways that's all i have to say! enjoy xx

taglist: in comments!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fanfic #guilty as sin?#astonmartinii

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