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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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Someone New 5

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

Note: Tuesday! Ugh.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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It’s nearly midnight in Norway by the time you’re free of the airport. The train station isn’t far; it’s part of the airport. You wait on a bench between the rails as your boarding is two hours away. You sit with your luggage and mope. This new land only adds to the gloom clinging to you.

You shiver as a draft flows down the tunnel. Not only is grey and grim, but it’s cold. It’s almost June but the weather is more akin to the cusp of winter and spring back home.

Your weeks of research couldn’t prepare you for the real things. All that anticipation could never compare to that moment of desolation; alone in this far land, away from everything you knew. Everything around you is new and foreign and unwelcoming.

When the train pulls up, you wait in queue with the other passengers. Some are native, speaking in lilted English or indecipherable Norwegian. Duolingo hasn’t done much for you as you catch only scraps of pronouns and verbs. Others are new arrivals like yourself but they seem much more certain of themselves. You feel utterly lost.

You show your ticket and board. You tuck your bag away with the larger pieces kept at the front of the carriage and hug your carry-on in your lap. You stare out the window as the train begins to roll on the tracks, screeching as it pulls out into the black night of this strange land.

The subtle rumble of the locomotive lulls you into a half-sleep. Your head is wrought with the ache of your building hangover and twisted visions of the life left behind. You hear Steve’s final goodbye, you feel the hug that was snugger on your end than his, and you feel the razor of Peggy’s spiteful eye. Even in a stupour, you can’t forget it. You hope Sam is right and that it will fade with time, yet you fear it might all be gone for good.

You wake as the automated voice announces your stop as the next one. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. You’re trying to be optimistic. Just focus on work. That’s what this is all about. Everyone keeps saying it and you haven’t heard any of them. This is a great opportunity. What you’ve been hoping for all these years. How did you forget that?

You disembark and drag your bag behind your heavy feet. You’re exhausted but you still have a trek to go. Everything looks so different than back home. Small differences but enough to reinforce your displacement.

You find the rental car kiosk at the other end of the station and show your reservation. Work is paying for that too. Apparently, you’ll need it to get to the site. Another harbinger of desolation.

You hook up your phone to the built-in bluetooth and tap the address already saved in your maps. The app takes a moment to recenter and finally, you’re off. You wonder if you should even be driving. You’re definitely not drunk anymore but you’re barely awake.

It’s only an hours ride across the city, just along the ridges that look off onto the coast. It’s beautiful. You can see that even through your melancholy.

The morning rises as you get your key to the blue paneled townhouse. You should try to stay up to reset your clock but you’re jet lagged to the bone. The moment the door is locked, you let your bags fall to the floor and stumble through to the first piece of furniture you see. You collapse face first onto the couch, unable to feel the impact as you plummet into a deep sleep.

Time, space, and all your pain disappears. There is only the endless void of fatigue. Your mind is too tired to summon nightmares or nonsensical visions. Your body is so drained that even your brain is empty.

You wake on your arm, fingers tingling painfully as your shoulder muscles burn. You hiss and sit up. The bend of your fingers and a shaky attempt to move your elbow make you whine. Ugh. You rub feeling back into the limb as you lean against the back of the couch.

You look around, finally able to take it all in. The house is neat and sleek. White plaster and pale wood finishes. The couch you sit on is a sectional and there’s a match ottoman across from you. The TV mounted on the wall reflects the shadow of the archway behind you and the tall lamp in the corner and the stone and marble ornaments.

You rise, wobbling on your legs, and put your arms out to get your bearings. You meander through the townhouse. You can hardly admire the furnished interior as it underlines your loneliness. All this space for just you.

There’s a kitchen at the rear of the house, a large wooden island standing center to a fridge with a glass door and polished counters carved in granite. The tiles are pristinely placed diamonds in hexagons and a large window looks out into the rain-soaked yard. It’s night again, or maybe that’s what the daylight looks like here.

Upstairs, there’s a bedroom and a bathroom. A full tub and separate shower, two sinks set into a sparkling counter, and a wall of mirrors above them. It truly is a dream but why doesn’t it feel like it?

You amble down stairs and fish out your phone. The battery is at eight percent. You have several texts. All from Sam. You only remember then why you don’t see any from Steve. No, you won’t check.

You quickly type that you’ve landed safely and set the cell down. You’ll let it die before you plug back in. You need time. You need to get yourself straight. You need to accept that this is all real. You made this choice.

You’re starting over. It’s a new life and there’s no room for your heart here.

💟

You have the night to unpack, more than just your luggage. Still, there are things you can’t let out. Not yet. As much as the blade twists in your chest, taking it out will mean a deluge you can’t quell. For now, you just won’t think about it.

You sleep a few more hours and wake just before six. You have your bag ready to go for the day. You tie on your boots and pull on a lined jacket before braving the Norwegian summer. You lock the door behind you and yawn into the brisk air.

Before you head for the site, you stop at a cafe you see along the way. You get an egg biscuit and a coffee with extra espresso. You’re sure to add on a snack to eat between your work.

You drive towards the greater mountains and turn onto the road that angles up the side. You follow the curved ledge as the GPS guides you through the car speakers. The drive is two hours up, maybe a bit quicker on the way down. Suddenly, a ping sounds from the system and you glance at the screen; ‘signal lost’. Shoot. It’s okay. You think you’re almost there.

You pull over, not that there’s much space to do so. You have the physical maps you’ll use for the work itself. You find yourself amid the lines and symbols and memorise the path forward. You continue on cautiously, reassured as you’re met with a sign that delineates the site. The plot has already been closed off with a fence.

‘Grant land. No trespassing.’

You park just outside the fencing and grab your bag and your breakfast. You sit on the hood and eat as you look over the muddy site. You read the grant report. It’s here they think there was a settlement. Not a very big one but an important one.

The rock wall hugs the site in an almost perfect basin as the slick land is barren of almost any growth. You’ll start with gridding it all out, both with string and on paper. You clap your hands off and get up to begin. The process will keep your distracted.

You put your earbud in and set to task. You pause to sip coffee and mark the paper between planting the stakes and the string the twine to divvy it all up in squares. You watch where you put each step, the mud sucking at your treads. A wet site is never an easy one.

It takes the first day just to prep for digging and you don’t even think you’re done. You’re tired and achy and ready to go home. It’ll take you nearly three hours back by your guess. The night will be a short one as you figure you’ll need to head out earlier, especially if you hope to take advantage of the fleeting sunlight.

As you get back to the townhouse, it’s night again. You walk down to a fish restaurant just a block away. The faces are friendly and the food is good, but it all seems so bland. You eat and go back to your accommodation. Not home, just a place to lay your head.

You check your phone. Back amid the world of the living, you have a dozen messages; Sam, Bucky, your mom, Arturo. You respond to each of them in turn, assuring them that all is well. You don’t have the energy for much more.

Yet it isn’t up to you. Your phone chimes at you as you near the bed, sitting on the edge as you answer. You know with Sam that ignoring him will only make him worse.

“Hey,” you answer with an unrestrained yawn.

“Yo, how ya feeling?” he asks.

“Erm, tired,” you lean forward, crossing and arm over your knees. “How are things there?”

“Eh, usual. So, uh, did that paradise punch knock you on your ass too or am I getting old?” He chuckles.

“Heh, yeah, no I’m feeling it still,” you mutter.

“Mm, it’s late there...” he says, “sorry, if I’m keeping you up.”

“No, it’s fine. Just... a lot of driving.”

“Oh? You worked today?”

“Wanted to get a head start,” you shrug as you play with the fold of your pajamas across your knee.

“How is it? Is it bleak? Cold? Are the men gruff?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess. Grey. Bit chilly but it’s not bad around noon,” you say dully, “haven’t seen much of the locals. With how long it takes me to get up the mountain...”

“Oh, a mountain,” he echoes enthusiastically, “that’s exciting.”

“I guess. Eats away the day.”

“I’m sure,” he agrees glumly, “hey, don’t forget to treat yourself. Take a weekend off and hit that spa.”

“I will. I just got here.”

“Well, we all miss you,” he says. “Bucky especially. We got in a huge blow out the other day over the string in his hoodie.”

“Of course you did,” you can’t help but laugh.

“Really, I didn’t do anything. I was trying to fix it and it just... slipped inside, I don’t know. I don’t think it was about the string,” he snickers. “Probably having to deal with Steve and his--” Sam stops himself, “sorry.”

“What? No, it’s fine. Really. I came out here to get away but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist.”

“I know but you’re tryna forget him. Like you should,” Sam insists. “And he’ll realise soon enough what he missed out on all these years. And you need to do the same. Go out, explore, enjoy it. You’ll need to have some good stories to bring back to us here, we’re dying of boredom without you.”

“Yeah, uh, I’ll try,” you grumble, “anyway, I gotta head out early for the dig so I should let you go.”

“Right, of course,” he agrees, “don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

“Night,” he says.

You return a ‘good night’ and hang up. You toss your phone onto the pillow and heave as you clutch your head. You hate this. Why did you come all this way just to suffer? You should have just stuck it out. Sat on the sidelines like you always did and just swallow it all down. This is worse. Being so alone.

There’s no going back. Not now. So you just need to get through this and after... after you’ll just have to face Mr. and Mrs. Rogers with a fake smile and broken heart.

💟

The next week goes by much like your first days there. You wake up, drive up the mountain, plot, dig, clean up, and drive back. You sleep almost as soon as you sit down. You don’t have time to mull over what you left behind, not as you catalogue every bone and bead you come across.

You check in with Arturo when you can, just to confirm that everything is going according to plan. Often, you’re asleep when anyone else calls. You wake up to notifications from your mom and Sam and even Bucky. You should call them back but you just can’t. You can’t put on a fake voice for them. Not yet.

You take a day off. Only after Arturo insists. You know you should. You may as well have a proper grocery shop. You can’t keep living off the cafe and fish shop.

The shop feels more like a market. You pick through produce and meats, and get what’s easy. You’ll cook it all and package it up so you can just heat it up later. Some muffins to eat on your way up the mountain and maybe a few protein bars.

As you trawl the grocery store aisles, you pull out your phone. You have a pile of unread notifications from Insta. You don’t often check it anyway but your curious and a little homesick.

You see your mom’s post about her trip to the vineyard with her book club pals and Sam’s story with a very agitated looking Bucky. That makes you laugh. You scroll by some crafting videos and the pages you follow of castle curators living your aspirational goals.

Then you stop. You pull the cart still and go rigid as you stare at the screen. The image of Steve and Peggy burns into your retinas like a blinding light. It’s there engagement announcement. He has her in his arms, kissing her, as she holds out her hand to the camera to show off the diamond.

You can’t breathe. Your chest is on fire and your ears are ringing. It’s like salt in the wound and you don’t doubt it's intentional, at least on Peggy’s part.

Your hands shake as you grip the phone tightly and tap on Steve’s username. You ignore the rest of his profile and the pictures you know will only add to the turmoil brewing in your stomach. You hit the button in the corner and tap again and again. ‘You are about to block ‘starsnstripes18, are you sure’. Yes and yes!

You lock the screen and drop the phone into your purse, nestled into the basket of the cart. You grasp the bar and push the cart forward, steadying your steps with it. You look between the shelves and exhale.

You need to go cold turkey. No more Steve, no more Peggy, no more New York. You stood still so long, it feels good to run away from it all.

#steve rogers #thor #steve rogers x reader #thor x reader #someone new #fic #grayish fic #angst fic #mcu #marvel #captain america #avengers #au

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haruka-vii · 2 months ago

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Help request to Rayman and retrogaming fans

Unfortunately, as much as I’m making efforts in solving my long-term unemployment situation there are things out of my control and I reached a point I really, really, need help.

Besides my grandma’s recent passing, there’s been a collection of unlucky events happening to me and my family in a small time interval. Both our dish washing machine and my Nintendo Switch Lite need to be repaired. The console stopped turning on regardless what I do and it’s out of warranty already. The console’s fixing, alone, can be up to 103€ according to the Iberian Nintendo support page).

But the worst case was our car’s “death”. Days after my grandma’s funeral, the car burnt its electronic system to the point of replacing that system being more expensive than the current value of the car of the same model without problems, meaning we were forced to replace the whole vehicle to a different model. The car is essential for our quotidian lives even for simple things such as doing groceries and buying food and cat litter for our seven small felines that we own. The latter unpredictable expense is very costly and adds a bigger layer of problems on my family’s end about financial management given that my mother is also jobless and there’s the bed replacement (done in January 2024) funds I want to also return to her whenever I manage.

2025 is going to be a difficult year for me and I already recently had to shrink down my Crash Bandicoot collection to a single item for a start but it’s still not enough. Now I had to make a very difficult decision of selecting personal items from my private Rayman collection and make them available to anyone in the Rayman and retrogaming fan community to be able to purchase in case they show interest in any particular object.

Please note the following details:

Products that are shown alongside with other product or more in the same photograph square means that those items are only sold as a pack/batch and not separately. I can clarify which ones by DM if you aren’t sure through the photographs.

I ship to most countries in the world, and always with tracking code so we’re both able to know its whereabouts. I won’t accept other types of shipping due to safety reasons.

The shipping address and other sensitive information will be exclusively used to ship the parcel.

Prices will be always discussed by DM, as well shipping costs as these vary depending on the destination country and parcel weight.

PayPal only for payments. While I prefer EUR currency I can also accept GBP and USD.

I’m conscious of how a good portion of the list contains particularly rare and valuable collectibles.

Some items prices are negotiable, especially if someone is interested in acquiring at least 3 different items or more that combined make up a significant total.

All items work 100%, including the Playstation accessories.

The Rayman memory card will be formatted if it gets a new onwer.

MS-DOS era games require emulation techniques to work on modern computers and there are community projects like Rayman Control Panel that help with that.

All games are complete in the box and between very good condition to like new.

The Rayman memory card is in good overall state.

The statues are like new and will be packed carefully to avoid transportation damage.

I can consider including the matching Switch videogame to the pack if I get a fair offer.

I reserve the right to not accept a sale for reasons not mentioned here.

List of items available in the photos:

Rayman Gold [PC/MS-DOS] (Rare, Original Big Boxed United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman For Ever [PC/MS-DOS] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition, it even includes a Ubisoft catalogue with unique Rayman drawings)

Quick CD-ROM Demo Nº2 - Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc [PC/Windows]

Rayman M [PC/Windows] (United Kingdom Edition, still factory sealed!)

Rayman Rush [Sony PlayStation] + DualShock Controller [Sony PlayStation]

Rayman 2: The Great Escape [PC/Windows] (Very rare, Original Big Boxed United States of America Edition; I only saw maybe not more than 2 copies like this for sale online in over 15 years)

Rayman 100 Niveaux Inédits [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman Designer [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman 1 [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed European Edition)

Rayman Gold [PC/Windows] (Rare, Original Big Boxed France Edition)

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc [PC/Windows] (The manual is translated in Portuguese but the games are in multilanguage)

Rayman 2: The Great Escape Sony Playstation Memory Card (Guillemot brand, uncommon item)

Rayman Raving Rabbids [PC/Windows] (Original United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman Raving Rabbids Activity Centre [PC/Windows] (Original United Kingdom Edition)

Rayman 2: The Great Escape [Sony Playstation] (Original France and Germany Edition)

Full collection of 4 medium-sized PVC statues of Mario+Rabbids: Kingdom Battle characters

Other alternative ways to help me that don’t involve buying my Rayman items:

Ko-Fi donations (https://ko-fi.com/haruka_vii)

Currently opened with the goal I’ve referred earlier of collecting enough funds of the bed replacement expenses to return to my mother combined with the needed funds to be able to send my Nintendo Switch Lite for repair.

Art commissions

I can open a limited number of slots and draw single or groups of characters in a single digital or traditional drawing. Details can be discussed through DM!

Reblogging and sharing

If you know anyone who could be potentially interested in getting anything please share them, it’s also a help!

I don’t like to ask help but it’s been a rough timeline for me. Thank you for reading in advance, any help is greatly appreciated while I don’t manage to find a job. 🙏

#signal boost #help #retrogaming #rayman #It saddens me having to resort to this #videogames

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shantechni · 1 year ago

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This hit me out of nowhere like a water balloon left in the refrigerator for 3 hours so bear with whatever madness you're about to see because I don't even know what I'm going to say but I do know I'm 100% reaching like crazy with some stuff

It's common knowledge that Splinter spends the least amount of "lesson time" with Mikey, and it's a common consensus that Splinter doesn't need to spend much "lesson time" with Mikey considering how he tends to figure things out for himself. But I don't really see much acknowledgement of their scarce amount of "lesson time" greatly impacting Mikey over the course of the series. Unless I'm not treating this enough like a "Where's Waldo" game, idk-

Putting aside Karai's Vendetta, it takes a grand total of 31 episodes for us to see Mikey get any one-on-one "lesson time" with Splinter.

We see throughout S1 that Mikey is likelier to go with the flow of one of his brothers' plans or suggestions during a mission than doing something major on his own. It's simply the more favorable option for everyone than him screwing things up or getting himself in trouble. His "friendship" with Bradford was his first time landing himself and the team in hot water, and he's evidently remorseful near the end of the episode. Not only did his actions cause trouble, but he was being used by who he thought was his first human friend, and he learns that every human isn't so accepting like April.

He screwed up, and everyone had to pay as a result.

That could be part of the reason why Mikey was so adamant about befriending Leatherhead; he saw good in the alligator and wanted his brothers to believe that he wasn't screwing things up again. The guy's a mutant like them and he's fighting the Kraang, there's no way this'll go like the Bradford incident.

Meanwhile, his moments of silliness are often reserved for lowering the tension of a situation, or because the urge is there to be given into, but his brothers tend to view this behavior as him being the typical goofball they know him as. Which unfortunately painted a permanent image of himself that rubs him the wrong way.

That leads us to Parasitica, and it's quite the significant episode because it's the second time we see Mikey express blatant frustration at his skills and mental fortitude being underestimated. He proves to his brothers that he's capable of finishing a job on his own, following directions to a T, and making things work with his own plan of action. But his earlier soiling of Leo's comic ruins his moment of accomplishment and the episode ends on a comedic note. It show us that the guys are sometimes reluctant to praise Mikey because of his tendency to let things go to his head and, in the process, Mikey sometimes doesn't feel respected by them, something he expressed to Bradford way back when.

Come S2 though, Mikey immediately screws things up and adds to his brothers' list of reasons to not respect him because he doesn't quite read the room when he admits their wrongdoing, nor does he expect April to react so strongly to something he sees as an innocent mistake on their part. He's used to joking around or speaking lightly about serious manners to ease the tension, but not only did that not work this time around, it served to make things worse in a way.

We don't see Mikey get reprimanded since he was right to tell her that their mishandling of the mutagen is why Kirby was mutated, but I'd believe it if Ciro Nieli randomly stepped forward and said it did significantly affect him. His slip up doesn't affect him too heavily though, at least not enough for him to avoid aiding the team in finding mutagen and fighting the Foot clan. Not only that, he saves the day with the help of popcorn and a septic tank when they're attacked by the squirrelanoids, and the guys willingly praise him for his actions.

But we don't get anything really centered on Mikey until the fifth episode of S2.

He has a moment of enlightenment and he chooses to dabble in some mutagen off screen to be cooler and less like the typical goofball his brothers often label him as. Of course, this greatly backfires on him as the mutagen that makes up his body becomes unstable and threatens to explode in an unpleasant manner, so the turtles spend most of the episode focused on curing him rather than trying to work through what made him resort to such measures in the first place. They even prove Mikey's point in one particular scene when he makes a suggestion that goes ignored and adds to his disappointment.

Once they finally cure Mikey and prevent him from meeting an untimely demise at the hands of mutagenic acne, Splinter is the one to reassure the youngest turtle that he needn't change himself to appease his brothers. Mikey moves on from Splinter's wisdom to gloat about being right when they didn't believe him, to which Leo tells him he just took a gamble because had no idea he'd be right about it, and the episode once again ends on a comedic note with Mikey being the one who again saves the day.

I said near the beginning of this that Mikey's usual behavior during missions was to go along with whatever was asked of him, and he has the tendency to go in the same direction that those around him appear to be going.

Post the acne incident however, there's a noticeable shift. Maybe Splinter's words really resonated with him, or maybe his learning experience gave him the realization he needed, I don't exactly know.

Either way, Mikey changed.

This happened with the giant wasps and squirrelanoids as well, but it's not until S2 is halfway over with that we see Mikey really start to trust his instincts more and become less reliant on his brothers to help save the day. He still seeks their strength and smarts when in a rough spot mind you, but when he sees an opportunity to deal with something on his own, he takes it and doesn't wait for permission or looks of mutual agreement.

His use of Ice Cream Kitty in their second confrontation with the Rat King could count as one such instance since he enacted his own whimsical plan, but I'd be inclined to include any other instance of him doing something similar before then. A better representation of the point I'm trying to make is his solo endeavour into Dimension X. It takes 19 episodes after his acne incident for this to happen, but it's our first huge instance of Mikey initiating and going through with something that goes completely against his brothers' wishes.

One probably thought Mikey would sit tight and somehow manage to involve himself in Leatherhead's rescue later on, but Mikey catches his brothers off guard by running off into danger head first without waiting for anyone. And we see when the guys find him that he miraculously adapted to the new universe; he could take care of himself, he knew how to handle these otherworldly enemies, and he repeatedly helped his brothers and educated them.

This becomes a recurring pattern whenever they enter Dimension X, but Mikey's whims pulling the others into a direction they don't expect to go happens more with each season. The same thing happened when he ran away and found Napoleon, though not to quite the same extreme; he quickly became acquainted with him and acclimated into the group of mutant frogs.

He got by in these situations by being himself. Not like a cooler version that his brothers would probably prefer, but his usual, outlandish, and unorthodox self.

Other than an astounding sense of adaptation that's far above his brothers', he sticks with his gut in the face of retaliation and doubt. He was the only one to sense something wrong with April's mom, and he isn't subtle about it at all, even when his suspicions get him on everyone's bad side. He could've easily laid low for an opening or gone along with everyone else's acceptance of her, but he doesn't. He isn't going to change his mind just because his claims seem crazy and make him look paranoid.

Again, we see something similar whenever everyone second guesses his knowledge of chemicals and compounds. Donnie nearly had an aneurysm when he found him tampering with the retromutagen before their big fight with the Kraang, but he was soon delighted to see the positive results of Mikey's tampering. And when Mikey accidentally bumped a bit of the mind control cure onto Donnie in The Creeping Doom, he decided he should be the one to fix things and made an antidote for Donnie. It's a bit funny how Mikey did both of these things without truly knowing what the result would be, and even he was surprised to see that his concoction worked to cure Donnie of his slow decay of intelligence.

Either way, he usually knows when he's right. He knows he can do so much more than his brothers believe he can at times and he goes out of his way to prove it.

This is getting long (could've been extra long if I really wanted to go in-depth), and I already briefly mentioned something similar for S5 in this post, but I just really like how apparent it is that Mikey embraces who he is more and more as the show goes on. Electric powers? Boom, I'm using them. Seal's broken? Boom, bubblegum. Mutagen bomb ended the world? Boom, I'm making a map that only I can understand.

Fr tho, he once felt insecure about his weird way of behaving and thinking, most notably when he's in a situation that would usually call for the types of planning and actions his brothers are better known for.

But now it's something he utilizes and even holds over everyone's heads at times.

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mystic-panda-4 · 7 months ago

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Fics For Gaza

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$50 for a 10k word fic (estimated completion within 5 weeks of receiving the request)

I'm open for SFW requests only, no NSFW or Dead Dove Requests unless it's something I've written about on my ao3 page before (aka, I'll do stalking for Bingqiu/Binggyuan but that's about it in terms of Dead Dove), any pairing previously seen on my ao3 page is more than acceptable (SKK, SSKK, Ranpoe, Kouyosano, Tachigin, Higugin, Bingqiu, Bingyuan, Moshang, Miraculous Lovesquare, Nino/Alya, etc) but and most legal ships from these three fandoms, but please DM me if you're unsure if I'm willing to take a request about a certain pairing or character.

DM me proof of donation to a vetted fundraiser through @ficsforgaza and detail what you want in your request and I will do my best to provide it. I reserve the right to turn down a request should it be outside my realm of comfort, and I would highly recommend DMing me first if you'd like me to write about a ship or a character I have not previously written for to double check before submitting your request

Final Notes:

If you can't donate at this time, please help spread the word to people who can by reblogging and check out all the other wonderful creators in the @ficsforgaza project if you're looking for something I can't provide! If you have any further questions feel free to DM me or send me an ask, or check out the FAQs on @ficsforgaza's page! Thank you all to everyone that's read this far, and I look forward to getting to use fanfiction for good!

#ao3 #fanfiction #writing #bungo stray dogs #scum villain's self saving system #super mario brothers #miraculous ladybug #fics4gaza #palestine #free palestine #free gaza #my fic #requests #requests open #sponsor a wip

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pollyannawog · 7 months ago

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⭐️Polly’s writing commissions ⭐️

Hi there! I decided I’d just go ahead and make a writing comms post because well. I need the money. So if you want something written, especially a fanfic, read below!

About me

I am a 23 year old artist/biologist with a decent amount of literary classes under my belt due to my liberal arts education. You can find samples of my work on my ao3, with my more recent works being the highest quality. I love writing fanfiction, especially of the series I’ve already written for, but what I make for free would naturally be less polished than what I would write on request!

Pricing

My base rate is $1 USD/100 words, with a minimum word count of 1000 ($10 USD). As of now my policy is to pay half of the estimated price up front (more on that later), with the remainder paid upon completion of the work.

Commission rules and guidelines

Things I WILL write:

Angst

Fluff

Ships

Horror

Gore (Including character death and torture)

Mildly suggestive themes

Original fiction

Fanfiction

Things I will NOT write:

Smut

Ships between adult/minor, incest, or anything that doesn’t pass the vibe check (can be discussed if unsure)

Fandoms I am uncomfortable with/simply don’t know enough about*

Anything that promotes hate, bigotry, or otherwise problematic stances on groups of real life people and places

*If you would like me to write for a fandom I am not in, I may be willing to for an additional ‘research fee’, dependent on the story concept and complexity/length of the media of origin. That being said, here is a list of fandoms I am almost certainly willing to write for, and the ones I will NOT write for, period:

Will write:

Pokemon

Digimon**

Kirby

Fire Emblem**

Viva Piñata

Sonic the Hedgehog

MOTHER

Splatoon

Dungeon Meshi

Hunter X Hunter

Fullmetal Alchemist**

JJBA**

The Legend of Zelda**

Kid Icarus

**May not be knowledgeable about specific canons

If a specific fandom isn’t here, still feel free to ask if I’m willing/interested so long as it isn’t on the “will not write” list! That being said…

Will NOT write:

H*rry P*tter

H*talia

Att*ck on T*tan

F*af

S*uth P*rk

V*vziep*p shows

Like before, there may be other fandoms I’m uncomfortable with writing for, and I will let you know up front.

Strengths

While I am willing to write just about anything not on my exclusions list, I am most comfortable and well-versed with stories featuring themes of self-discovery, identity conflict, manipulation and control, speculative biology, and interpersonal conflict. Therefore, I am more likely to accept a commission with these themes as I am more confident I can deliver a satisfying product.

Those reading this page may already enjoy some of the works I have written in the past, including ones that I have stated could hypothetically have sequels at some point in time. If you are interested in paying for said sequel to be made, I may be willing to consider a slight discount on pricing given that I already have ideas (and in some cases early unfinished drafts) for said stories. In other words, if you want me to write a sequel to something, you can guarantee I will through commissioning!

Art

I often incorporate artwork into my fanfics, and for additional payment I can add art to your commission as well. My base price for these pieces depends on number and complexity, so it would be worked out on a case-by-case basis. Additionally, if you have artwork you made/commissioned from others that you want featured in your writing commission, please let me see and it will usually not be a problem or cost extra!

Terms and conditions

I reserve the right to decline or cancel a commission for any reason. In cases of cancellation (exception below) or if I am unable to finish a commission due to unforeseen circumstances, you will receive whatever I have already written and refunded the remainder if under half of the originally agreed upon length. If unfinished work is greater than the original payment, you will not be charged extra.

You may request that I not post the finished work publicly, in which case it will only be given to you as a pdf or word doc. However, I may use snippets of the finished product for advertising purposes later, but never the full thing. If this is a concern for you, we can discuss more in detail. I also reserve the right to not post a completed work to my socials, in which case you may do so but only under the condition that you keep my involvement anonymous (I don’t foresee this being an issue, but it is better safe than sorry.) In the case that the work is published to ao3, I request no mention be made on site about the work being paid for/commissioned, as site policy has rules against this!

I often ask friends if they will beta my work, and as such if you are adamant that the commission remains strictly between us that may incur additional cost depending on complexity. This is not, however, a guarantee that anything I write will have a beta reader. Upon delivery of the final payment, you will receive my final draft and may put together a request of minor edits and changes to be made that must not exceed an additional ~2 hours worth of work.

If the final product is +/- 1k words from the original agreed-upon estimate, you will not be charged or refunded for the difference. Anything under or over this amount will be refunded to you in full or will be added to your final payment amount. I will communicate to the best of my ability as soon as possible if it seems that the story will be shorter or longer than originally anticipated (though it will likely trend towards longer) and we can decide how to proceed from there. In some cases, additional payment or the removal of desired plot points and themes may be necessary as I prefer not to deliver a sub-standard work.

Do not use any of my works for training ai language models. If I find out you have any involvement in creating ai tools using stolen or scraped artwork, that is grounds for immediate cancellation of your commission without delivery of the unfinished product and without refund. I do not take that kind of thing lightly.

By requesting a commission, you agree to be held to these terms. Thank you.

Timeline

The timeframe of delivery of the finished project ideally would be ~1 week for works 1-5k in length, 1-2 for 5-15k, 2-3 for 15-30k, and so on. These are estimations, however, and depending on other factors may be completed more or less quickly. Progress reports come in the form of chapter snippets and synopses, in which case after the completion of a chapter I will send you a few paragraphs and a summary of events. You may make requests and adjustments, with the knowledge that time spent revising increases the time before the piece can be completed.

Depending on the length and complexity of the commission, I may close down additional commissions until completion. Additionally, I may close commissions if time is limited. Chapter length and number is up to you, with the acknowledgement that longer chapters mean fewer updates. Chapters must also be a minimum of 1500 words, so commissions under 3000 words will be written as one shots.

Contact and payment

Please DM me here on tumblr to discuss any potential commissions, and payment will be made through PayPal. No writing will be done before initial payment is received, and full refunds will only be available in the first 24 hours after payment is made.

Thank you for reading! I hope to work with you soon!!

~Polly

#Polly writes #commissions #commission info #writing commissions #writing comms #fanfiction commissions #fanfic commissions #artists on tumblr #:3 I hope I can make some cool stuff for people!!!!

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zelinkcommunity · 2 years ago

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Zelink Week 2023 Rules

PROMPTS | RULES | DISCORD | TWITTER

What is Zelink Week?

A weeklong fandom event from July 10-July 16

Daily prompts are given to encourage Zelink fans to contribute their own creations.

The prompts are purposely open-ended to allow for personal interpretation.

How do I make a submission?

On Tumblr, post your work and mention this account (@zelinkcommunity) and tag your post with #zelink week 2023

On Twitter, post your work and mention our Twitter account (@ zelinkweek) and include our hashtag #zelinkweek2023

On AO3, you can add your fic to our Zelink Week 2023 AO3 collection.

On Discord, you can post your work in one of our Zelink Week 2023 channels. Join here!

Late submissions will be accepted on all platforms until 1 week after the end of the event.

Are there restrictions on what I can submit?

Your submission must follow the prompt and be focused on Zelink or one of the variations listed below.

We also accept Tetra/Link, Sheik/Link, Hylia/Link, Fierce Deity Link, and AU Zelinks. (We might be missing some! Please send us an ask if you’re unsure if a certain variation counts or not.)

You can submit any kind of media–videos, fics, art, music, anything! However, if it was made with AI, we will not reblog it.

It is entirely up to mod discretion whether or not to reblog something if we believe it doesn’t fit our criteria.

!!DISCLAIMER!! We WILL be reblogging ToTK submissions and tagging them accordingly with #totk.

PLEASE BE PATIENT! We try our best to reblog in a timely manner.

Can I submit NSFW works?

We accept NSFW submissions as long as they are properly tagged/censored below the read more line.

NSFW is anything that contains nudity and implications of/explicit sexual content, and extreme violence/gore.

However, we reserve the right to not reblog some NSFW submissions if we feel uncomfortable doing so.

If you’re unsure if your submission counts as NSFW, message me @aurathian on Tumblr or Discord and I will review your submission (but generally, if you have to ask, it probably is).

If I have any questions, who can I ask?

Send us an ask here on the blog! This lets you get the most accurate information.

Or reach out to an admin through Discord or Tumblr DMs!

Have a happy Zelink Week 2023!

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springdandelixn · 2 years ago

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Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!

To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!

I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.

With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!

For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.

🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.

🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.

🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.

🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.

🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.

🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:

Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister

MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett

DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne

Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp

Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson

Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe

Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.

🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.

🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.

🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.

🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.

🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.

🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.

🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.

🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.

🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.

🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.

🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)

Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha

Writing Challenge Prompts

Fic Request Prompts

#beanie's double-trouble sleepover #milestone sleepover #rolling into spring writing challenge #writing challenge #spring writing challenge #beanie's sleepover

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nutzgunray-lvt · 1 year ago

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Sundays

Another one up! This one is more of a character study sort of thing. Canonically, Izuku started trying to avoid Bakugou to prevent any bullying incidents, so I wonder how he must have truly felt when he found out about the dorm system, and what this meant in terms of the bullying Bakugou put him through.

Up until August, Izuku considered Sunday to be his favorite day of the week.

Sundays meant no school or training, and with the Heroics course being as fast-paced as it was, he'd take any given opportunity to rest. Sundays meant either hanging out with his new friends, having a day in with his mother, or spending time at Takoba Beach with All Might.

Most of all, Sundays gave him a shield against Bakugou.

Since his diagnosis, every day was an exercise in keeping off of Bakugou's radar. Given that the two were in the same class and lived near each other, it was a pretty difficult thing to do. He tried staying as quiet as he could during class, tried casting a wide berth between them by eating lunch alone and leaving home and school well before Bakugou.

Sometimes he succeeded, but other times he didn't.

His notebooks would be burned, his body would be burned. He would be chased down and cornered by Bakugou and his group of friends, insulted for being Quirkless, for being Deku. He'd be punched, kicked, sent home scrambling for a way to hide the injuries from his mother. Starting UA hadn't made his situation any better, because despite having true friends and a caring mentor, Bakugou still found ways to make him feel less than. 'He won't die if he dodges' still rang through his mind from time to time.

Sundays were supposed to be a breather from this, and they were until UA implemented the dorm system.

Izuku understood why they made this change; to better protect the students from any further villain attacks after the PR nightmare that had been the Forest Training Camp attack. It made perfect sense, but he had more than a few reservations about the whole thing due to one person: Bakugou.

If Bakugou treated him the way he did despite only seeing him for seven to eight hours a day from Monday to Saturday, things would only get worse now that they would be seeing each other twenty four hours a day and seven days a week. Anything and everything seemed to set the blonde's temper off, and Izuku wasn't only worried for his own well-being. Though his classmates didn't get the full brunt of Bakugou's rage, that didn't mean that they were safe from his insults or his threats. Who's to say Bakugou wouldn't hurt them the way he had hurt Izuku for so long?

Before, they had three blocks separating them from each other outside of school. Now, they only had two flights of stairs between them. Before, Izuku could be comforted with the knowledge that he only had to grit his teeth and deal with his former acquaintance until 4:30 pm. Now, he would have to share a kitchen and a shower with him.

He already knew that Mr. Aizawa seemed to turn a blind eye to what Bakugou would do to him before, and he couldn't even hope that things would be different now that they were all living together. Yes, he would also be with his friends, but that felt like nothing compared to the ten years of hell Bakugou had put him through.

His former acquaintance had taken many things from him: his self esteem, the right to have friends, the right to caring teachers, and the right to make his own choices about his life. Now, Izuku had to add his favorite day of the week to that list.

#mha fix it fics #anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #izuku deserves better

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spntoxicfemslashevent · 1 year ago

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official submission guidelines

hi all! a lot of this is in the pinned but i thought i would reiterate it in its own post with a few additions.

this is a femslash february event! that means we have a prompt list for every day of february. if you write, draw, or otherwise create for one of these prompts, or for the other, extra prompts we will be posting throughout january and february, tag your work #spntoxicfemslash on tumblr, mention us @spntoxicfemslashevent, and/or add your work to the ao3 collection.

if you don't have a tumblr but still want to participate, send us an email at spntoxicfemslashevent at gmail dot com with a link to your work and any info about it you want to share, and we will make a post on this tumblr with the link and info.

[prompt list] [intro post]

submission rules:

you must be 18+ – this event deals with mature topics and themes, please only participate if you’re over 18 by the time you post

no underage

obviously given this is a toxic femslash event, elements of misogyny or homophobia or etc that exist in our society will come up and perhaps even permeate the characters and the work itself. however, don’t be a bigot. we reserve the right not to boost your work if it’s racist or something

warnings are your friend – please make sure to tag your works + add disclaimers, so those who want to avoid it can, and those who want to find it also can ;)

what counts as femslash? ships between any characters who are canonically women or have used female vessels for at least part of their screentime.

this event also allows gender change aus, meaning that male characters reimagined as women are also allowed. there's a chance we might end up with a few submissions where canonically woman characters are reimagined as men/non-women which is... also fine, i suppose?

what counts as toxic? it should be sicko. it should be nauseating. it should be bad-to-read. don't be a pussy we are hoping for some real evil stuff. let's get cancellable with it

what counts as a fanwork? that is actually really broad! some possible formats include: posting headcanons, making a playlist, knitting something with a pattern that reminds you of the characters, putting a bunch of our prompts into this bingo card generator and writing five one-sentence fics based on the output, and making a rec list of other fanworks that you think fit into our purview. don't stress if you're not a traditional writer or artist

if you post stuff early we will wait to boost it until the day it's made for. obviously if you post stuff late we'll take it. realistically you have until, like, april if you want to get stuff in really late. though if you end up having to post after february is over it would be cool if you could give us a heads up

this list is subject to change if it turns out we forgot something

go stupid crazy

#housekeeping #spntoxicfemslash

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gnabnahc317cb97 · 2 months ago

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An Arrangement

Bad boy!Hyunjin x female reader

Word count: 9.3k (I am so sorry)

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY Stong language/cursing, Hyunjin comes on to MC STRONGLY, fuck buddies, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected PIV sex (please use your head and wrap it up), semi-public sex, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby etc), cum eating, a little rough sex, a little spanking, little hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, breeding kink, overstimulation. I think that is everything as always if I missed something please let me know so I can add it to the warnings.

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before.

One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless.

That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the only words you had to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he’d thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm.

Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded his head pressed against your belly and wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he’s good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh.

“So! Beef with broccoli you said?” Chan took the hint and dropped it for the time being but he wasn’t going to let it go forever.

“And egg rolls.” He said handing the bag over to you. You and Chan had dinner and watched a couple movies in silence which you were thankful for. Chan was your oldest and best friend for many reasons and picking up on when to drop a subject instead of pushing you was one of the things you loved about him. It was around midnight when you walked Chan out. You stood outside the door of your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and gave him a quick peck on the lips, tears had quietly run down your face. Chan pushed your hair out of your face and wiped a tear away wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“Call me tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead and then leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan to pass the time. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to talk to you he always found you with Chan which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since he had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home Hyunjin finally ran into Chan at one of the campus cafes for the first time since the frat party fight. Unable to avoid him this time Hyunjin walked up to the line behind Chan. Chan rolled his eyes when he saw him. After standing there in silence a minute Chan couldn’t take it. He couldn’t just act like nothing happened.

“You know you’re an idiot. She might not have ever admitted it and probably never will but she was crazy about you Hwang and you did one of the most awful things you could do to her.” Hyunjin didn’t argue with Chan, he just shook his head in agreement.

“Your right I fucked up. I fucked up and hurt the one girl I've probably ever loved and lost her. You are the type of guy she needs, not me, and you guys are together now so...” Chan looked at Hyunjin like he was speaking a foreign language.

“We’re what now?” Hyunjin looked at Chan and cocked his eyebrow.

“You guys are together now.” Chan shook his head.

“Uhh. No. Never in a million years.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“You don’t have to lie. I saw you guys kissing.” Now Chan was VERY confused.

“When?!” Hyunjin pushed his fingers into his eyes not wanting to picture the memory while talking about it.

“That night, after the party, in front of her dorm.” Then Chan realized what he was talking about.

“No... dude. Ugh. That was just... me and Y/N have done that since we were like toddlers. That’s not... we’re not. It doesn’t mean anything. Hyunjin me and Y/N are and will only ever be friends. Wait... why were you there in the first place?” Hyunjin ran his hands through his hair pushing it out of his face frustrated.

“I was gonna beg her for forgiveness, tell her how I really feel. I was gonna throw myself at her feet and hope for mercy even though I don’t deserve it for what I did to her.” Chan let out a long, exasperated, sigh. He couldn’t believe he was about to say what he was going to say.

“Hwang... ugh. Hyunjin. She doesn’t need a guy like me, she’s always had me and we’re just friends. She just needs you to be the type of guy she needs. Stop trying to be such a fucking hard ass and go tell her what you just told me.” Hyunjin looked at Chan shocked.

“Wha- but how? She’s gone and she’s blocked me on everything!” Chan shook his head.

“We grew up together Hyunjin! I lived across the street. My mom said Y/N’s parents are having a party today. I’ll give you the address just don’t make me regret doing this!” Hyunjin could barely contain himself. He started running towards the nearest exit.

“Text it to me! There’s something I gotta do first!” He shouted back at Chan before bursting out the door. Chan considered warning you for a moment. Just so you weren’t completely blindsided. Chan pulled out his phone and texted your parent’s address to Hyunjin and then pulled up your text thread.

Chan gritted his teeth raising his eyebrows as he put his phone away.

"Yikes!" ‘She wouldn’t REALLY tell my mom about my porn... right?’ Chan hoped things went well so this didn’t bite him in the ass later for multiple reasons now.

When Chan stopped replying to your texts you considered actually going across the street to his mom’s house and telling her where his porn was but you didn’t for two reasons. One your parents were having another ‘fancy backyard party’ and you had to help finish setting up and two you didn’t really want to talk to Chan’s mom about porn in any context especially not with her son involved in the topic. So you tried to ignore the ominous feeling Chan’s foreboding I love you text gave you and helped set up the rest of the party decorations.

After everything was set up you went to your room, showered and got ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeve and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least a it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was dyed black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a blue blazer, a white button up with the top two buttons unfastened, a lose black tie and fitted black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Chan.” Your high school friend, who you now remembered crushed hard on Chan, started looking around trying to spot him.

“What? Is Chan here? I didn’t think he was coming.” You shook your head.

“No sorry he isn’t, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised he kind of thought you’d take off when you saw him not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parents party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered there were a lot more people around then he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes as she all but forced you two a little closer together.

“This is Hyunjin mother, a FRIEND from school.” Your mother gave you the intrigued hum.

“A BOYfriend?” You shook your head.

“NO mother. JUST a friend.” She looked him up and down and then you got the disappointed hum.

“A shame dear, he’s very pretty, perhaps reconsider?” She pinched his cheek and you let out an irritated huff.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this, I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told them those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. I understand if you can’t forgive me but I just... I... you have to know how sorry I am and how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin’s head sank into his hands and he gently pulled at his hair trying to stop his tears but failing. You pulled his hands away and he looked up at you with tears welled in his eyes, surprised you were even near him let alone touching him.

“I just need you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever and however that is. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff doesn’t matter to me, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?” Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief.

“No, I don’t. How could you possibly want me, what’s so special about me that I get you?” You pushed his hair away from his beautiful face as his tears trailed down his cheeks.

“Everything Hyunjin.” You kissed him. You kissed him with your eyes closed so tight. You kissed him like it was your first kiss and your last kiss. He pulled you close and kissed you back, his full lips pillowy soft against yours. Suddenly you pushed Hyunjin up against the wall and started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, loosening his tie further. He gently cupped your ass while you pushed your body against him, dragging your teeth across his collar bone after getting his tie removed.

The feeling sent electricity through Hyunjin’s whole body and he started to lose control. He turned you and pressed you against the wall lifting your legs and making you lock them around his waist. When he pushed his growing hard on against your already wet panties you both let out moans. He started kissing your chest and grinding into you as you held on to his hair and panted against him. You both heard a loud sound come from the back door and you stopped, your legs still wrapped around Hyunjin. When you knew no one was coming in you both let out a sigh of relief and kissed again.

“We shouldn’t do this here Hyunjin.” Your words came out against Hyunjin’s lips and he shook his head. You were right. It was your parent’s house and you were just talking things out and...

“Take me to my bedroom.” You kissed him after you said it and Hyunjin pulled back surprised by you yet again.

“Are you sure? I mean, it’s your parent’s house and I... we don’t have to... it’s just I get if you want to wait...” You cut Hyunjin off by kissing him again.

“Do you want to wait?”

“Fuck no.” He answered immediately and you smiled.

“Then why are we still here Hwang?” You unlocked your legs from around him and pulled him towards the stairs to your room. Once you were in your room you slammed the door closed and locked it before turning around and immediately being devoured by Hyunjin’s lips and hands. You jumped up and he did his best to catch you but stumbled back and luckily fell on to your bed you landing on top of him.

“Damn baby!” You laughed and pushed off his blazer before working on the buttons of this shirt.

“Sorry, I missed you.” Hyunjin’s heart swelled hearing you say that he pulled you down and kissed you again as you slid your hands over his shoulders removing his shirt. Once his torso was bare you ran your hands over every inch of skin you could touch. Every time your fingers dragged across Hyunjin’s skin he got goosebumps.

“I missed you too baby. Missed you so fuckin much.” Hyunjin flipped you so that you were under him now. He ran his hands down your body and then pushed the skirt of your dress up exposing the wet patch on your panties. He buried his face in your clothed pussy and breathed you in before pushing a kiss against the wet spot. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of your underwear and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. Hyunjin spread your pussy lips and licked softly from your entrance to your clit. His lips wrapped around your clit and he gently sucked on it while teasing it with his tongue and you arched your back off the bed.

“FUCK! Hyunjin yes! Oh my god yes!” Hyunjin hummed at your praise and it sent delicious vibrations through your cunt making you flush with arousal. He pulled you towards the end of the bed your legs hanging over now, your feet on the ground. You laid back as Hyunjin continued his ministrations pushing a finger inside you, pumping it in and out, getting it good and coated with your juices.

“God baby you’re so wet. Is this all for me beautiful?” You nodded as he added another finger and continued to suck on your pussy hungrily. When Hyunjin felt you tense after his fingers brushed that spot inside you he started finger fucking you hard hitting it over and over as he sucked and slurped at your clit.

“Fuck... Hyu....Jin... I’m... its... I’ve never...felt...FUCK!!!” Hyunjin’s fingers kept ramming into your cunt as you started to squirt all over his face. He took long languid licks up your entire pussy through your aftershocks drinking in as much of you as possible.

“Fuuuck you’re such a good girl squirting for me like that baby. God damn!” You shook and laughed hysterically as you came down from the out of body experience you just had. You sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled Hyunjin in for another kiss. You couldn’t not kiss his pouty lips especially after how good they just made you feel. Hyunjin untied the back of your dress and slid it down your body placing kisses down your neck and breasts. Once you were completely naked for him you slid back in your bed and laid down waiting for him. He took his pants and boxers off and climbed in the bed over you. He slid one hand up your thigh lifting and spreading one of your legs for him. Just before he sank into you he stopped and looked at you blushing and panting in anticipation under him.

“Tell me you want this baby, tell me you want me.” You pushed his hair out of his beautiful face again and pulled him down to kiss you.

“I want you Hyunjin,” you kissed him again.

“Just you,” and again.

“Only you. Make love to me Hyunjin.” When Hyunjin pushed into your warm wet sex he almost lost his mind. You always felt perfect, like you were made for each other. Once he was completely inside you he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and stopped, afraid if he moved he’d cum immediately. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed the side of his face as he tried to regain control of his body. After a minute you moaned and squirmed underneath him.

“Please baby. Move. I need you. Please.” You begged and Hyunjin gently bit down into your shoulder as he pulled out slightly and pushed back into you deeper.

“Fuuuuck...” He moaned out still trying to keep it together. You could tell he was struggling.

“So good baby, you’re doing so good. Keep going, keep going. PLEASE!” He did the same thing pulling out a little and pushing into you deep and hard again.

“FUCK yes Hyunjin keep going baby.” He kept fucking you not going too fast at first. Once he was certain he wasn’t going to blow his load he started pulling out a little more and going a little faster still thrusting into you hard. Your hips started meeting his as he pushed inside you faster.

“God baby you feel so good. You make me feel so good. I love you Hyunjin, fuck I love you!” Hearing you say that set something off in him. He leaned over and kissed you as he held you close and started pounding into you mercilessly. Your body and bed shook, your headboard beating your wall as Hyunjin fucked you hard and fast sucking and biting on your lips. His hips griding firmly against your clit as his cock abused your drenched hole pushing your closer and closer to you high. Hyunjin was close too.

“Fuck baby be a good girl and let me cum inside. Please please let me cum inside.” You shook your head but Hyunjin wanted to hear you.

“Tell me baby tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want my babies.” You moaned out as your pussy trembled around his cock at the idea of him filling you with his cum and babies.

“Yes yes yes Hyunjin fucking cum inside me, want to have your pretty babies please cum inside me!” Hyunjin sat back on his knees, pulled your hips up off the bed and continued to fuck you at a god tier speed. Your legs tightened around Hyunjin and he fucked you to your second orgasm. You started squirting all over his cock and hips, soaking the bed beneath you. Hyunjin’s cock slipped out as you sprayed him with cum. He grabbed the base of his dick slapped the head of it against your clit hard a couple times making you twitch before he stuffed it back in your pussy, your juices continuing to squirt and drip from you.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD HYUNJIN FUCK!” Hyunjin fucked your soaked hole pumping into you hard a few more times before unloading inside you.

“Shit I’m coming baby, I’m coming fuck fuck take it all, fucking take my cum. Such a good girl FUCK!” You and Hyunjin’s hips slowly grinded into each other for another minute riding the waves of your orgasms and then he pulled out of you, his cum dripping out after. He took his cock, scooped up his cum, and shoved it back inside you both of you jerking and having spasms from the overstimulation.

“Keep that baby. Keep it inside... fuck! Make me something pretty with it.” Hyunjin collapsed on top of you a sweaty mess. He was heavy but you liked the feeling of his weight on you. It made you feel safe for some reason. You ran your hands up and down his back and through his hair as you both caught your breath. After a minute of rest he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you, pushing sweaty hair away from your face. You looked back and smirked tucking some of his sweaty fly away hair behind his ear.

“What’s so funny.” He kissed the tip of your nose and you ran your fingers through his dark locks.

“You know I do like the black but... I kinda miss the red.” Hyunjin just laughed and shook his head before cupping your face and kissing you again.

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