#i'm so fucking livid right now

[hilacopter]

Congratulations, American leftists! Not only have you fucked over yourselves by refusing to vote for Harris, you've fucked over Gazans too! Now are you going to admit you fucked up and take responsibility for your actions? No! Of course not! You're going to blame the (((zionists))) for simply forcing you not to vote! You're going to be MORE xenophobic and MORE antisemitic now, because clearly every single Israeli wants what took Trump getting elected to happen! You're going to circlejerk about punching Nazi Muskrat while harassing Jews in the street! Why be a decent human being when there's Jews, the world's oldest scapegoat to blame? Huh? HUH???

[grandwretch]

I cannot believe they're bringing the 1776 commission back. in the year of our lord Ken Burns' documentary? after they got lambasted in their last term by almost every colonial historian in the nation? they're like hold up let me try and lie to these kids again real quick before they learn the truth in november. I need trump to die and go to hell for what he's done to solidify the american revolution as a symbol for nationalism and white supremacy alone.

[stromulites]

actually losing my FUCKING mind over my FUCKING groupmates because i figured out that. They Changed My Shit, Realized They Did A Bad, Then PROCEEDED NOT TO UNDO THE CHANGES. OR NOTIFY ME. AT ALL.

y'know a little. a little headsup would've been nice instead of getting DUNKED.

edit: THE TEACHER EVEN MADE A VIDEO ABOUT HOW TO AVOID THE PROBLEM. I. I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING JOKE ABOUT THIS.

[ottisbuns]

I utterly DESPISE the reliance our government online systems have gotten on fucking Smartphones

What do you mean I can't access the Government Healthcare Website to do my shitty fucking little Online Appointment because literally the only option you offer is logging in with fucking Mobile Identification, which currently doesn't fucking work for me, with no backup options, you god damn whores?

I'm all for the convenience of Just Use Phone but for fucks sake have you heard of REDUNDANCIES??? OPTIONS???

[powerfulkicks]

man what is it with doctors and just assuming your vitamin levels that are like on the edge of normal MUST be the cause of all your problems

the first rheumatologist i went to told me i was vitamin d deficient and when i went back to him after 3 months and told him my pain levels were the same after taking the vitamin d as prescribed he told me it just hadn't had time to work yet. then when i went to him a full fucking year later he still has the gall to tell me that it takes time! no i think you're just an overconfident asshole who doesn't want to actually try to figure out what's wrong and won't even do me the courtesy of telling me to go someplace else cuz you can't help!

a fucking year of my life i could've been actually trying to find answers wasted because a guy just couldn't admit that he was wrong.

[thedepressedjuggalette]

Ever heard the question "You're a Burglar but you can ONLY steal things that slightly inconveniences your victims--what are you stealing?"

My answer:

I'll be stealing the strings to your hoods, you will have loose hoods -- it's gonna feel like a moist handshake on your body. I'm gonna steal all your left footed socks you will HAVE to wear mismatching socks.

I'll also be taking all your coffee filters and the springs to the back of your remotes where you put the batteries.

I'll steal all your shoe laces' aglets, the moment you take them out of your shoes to wash them, good luck putting them back on your shoes!

I'll be taking the soles of those shoes too, at that point you'll be questioning if you're cursed and will be calling up your local exorcist.

I'm also taking the wiring to all your bras, at that point you're gonna put me at the top of America's Most Wanted right next to the guy who eats people, the hash slinging slasher, and the Klan member who shot up schools.

Oh, and I'll also be taking that notebook/sticky note that has all your passwords on it ,a piece from all your puzzles, the box covers to your DVD collections, and the tops to all your makers--Sharpies included.

I'm also taking all the good flavors of your Gatorade and the seals to your new bottles of juice just to make you question if someone took a drink from it before you bought it.

I'll also be taking the tabs to your soda cans so you can't open them.

I'm gonna take all the outlet boxes to your chargers good luck charging your cellphone.

I'm also stealing the earbud tips, at this point you're gonna go to your neighbors house to call a lawyer because you're gonna need to get batman just to hunt my ass down.

I never said I'm a nice person. In fact if you were to have asked before reading all this shit I'd have straight up told you that I'm one of the few people who knows for a fact that if God exists I'm definitely one of the people who is going to hell, I'm 100% sure I'm kicking Satan out of his fucking seat and taking over before calling for a biblical war so I can fight God too.

[renthony]

There's a post going around right now about women being allowed to wear pants, and the way that relates to discussions on gender nonconformity, etc.. There's a long thread of folks talking about how women very much do not have absolute freedom to dress masculine, and a few other posts that have spawned off the main discussion.

And I haven't added onto that main post because I didn't feel like I had much to add, but now it's been a couple days and I can't stop thinking about how I was forced to wear a dress to my high school graduation in small-town Mississippi. I'm not a woman, but I didn't know that yet, so it's a relevant story.

The school administration threatened every single girl with the punishment of being banned from walking across the stage if we wore pants beneath our graduation robes. We got an entire lecture about how it was inappropriate for us to wear pants to such an important formal event.

My school had a strict uniform policy, and the graduating seniors being allowed to wear our own clothes to graduation was seen as a huge fucking deal. We'd spent four years not being allowed to wear our own clothes or accessories, and graduation was supposed to be our time to finally wear what we wanted. This was a bigger deal than it might have been otherwise, because my school also refused to allow us to decorate our graduation caps. We were not allowed to display any customization at all. One girl put her name on hers so her family could find her from the crowded stands, and the school administration made her throw her hat away and buy a new one or else she wouldn't be allowed in the event hall.

The school, knowing how excited many of us were about picking our outfits, gave us a strict dress code. Our outfits wouldn't be seen until after we took off the graduation robes to go home, but still, we had a nightmarishly strict guide for what we were allowed to wear beneath them. They had to be formal outfits, they had to fit a certain color scheme, they had to adhere to the school policy about skirt length and skin visibility, and, naturally, they were extra harsh on the girls, as dress code policies always are.

One guy joked that he was going to go naked underneath in solidarity with all the girls who were upset about the dress requirement. He got pulled aside by an administrator and told that if he made that joke again, he wouldn't be given his diploma. Which I'm pretty sure is illegal, but it was still the threat that got made.

Everyone was pissed, several people were livid because they had already bought an outfit they were now not allowed to wear, because the administration had actively misled us for weeks into believing we would be allowed to wear what we wanted. There had been no mention of dress code requirements until they dropped them on us at rehearsal the morning of graduation, less than 12 hours before the event.

We had no power to override the school administration. We were given a strict lecture at rehearsal about how flouting dress codes is unprofessional and if we gave that kind of attitude to people over dress codes in the workplace, we'd be fired.

We were ultimately told that, "if it's not appropriate for church, it's not appropriate for graduation." Those of us who asked "what if we aren't Christian and don't even go to church" were told "you still know what kind of clothes church clothes are, so stop being rude."

This happened in May of 2011.

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Admin looking for love! - c.sainz

Day 17 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Why did Alex Albon feel the need to post you on his story as a ‘lonely woman looking for love’? And why did Carlos Sainz dm you after it? 

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alexalbon

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alexalbon: Are you a Monaco man looking for love? Look no further! Presenting Y/n Y/l/n, a lonely woman looking for love! She's a williams marketing manager (and also my assistant sometimes!), she drives a motorbike, and she's super mean but sometimes really nice! (Real enquiries only, don't be a creep please :) @/really/n

user63: I know Y/n is LIVID rn.

reallyy/n: alex albon, I will kill you with my bare hands don't pull this shit with me right now.

lilymhe: DOG HOUSE -> alexablon: COME ON I'M TRYING TO HELP HER -> reallyy/n: Alex start running. -> alexalbon: you're literally in england right now -> reallyy/n: boarding my plane to monaco. -> alexalbon: FUCK.

oscarpiastri: when do we get you back to the psych ward @/alexalbon ? -> landonorris: Don't make fun of your elders, at least let him leave instagram with a little bit of dignity.

georgerussell: Mate, take it down already she's going to hurt you -> alexalbon: I don't know how, she usually does my social media :(

zhouguanyo: awful choice, I posted her once and she took away all internet devices and made me think about what I'd done for 4 hours (aka staring at a wall for 4 hours). -> alexalbon: YIKES Y/N I'M SORRY PLZ

user46: she's so pretty

user97: QUEEN Y/N

user56: thank you alex for these CRUMBS of y/n please make her get on the podium if williams stops fucking around

user267: SHE'S GORGEOUS WTF liked by carlos sainz

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: Williams CMO (chief marketing officer) Y/n Y/l/n was auctioned off today by none other than Alex Albon. In an instagram post he said: Are you a Monaco man looking for love? Look no further! Presenting Y/n Y/l/n, a lonely woman looking for love! She's a williams marketing manager, she drives a motorbike, and she's super mean but sometimes really nice! (Real enquiries only, don't be a creep please :)

user47: why is she so gorgeous she looks like a fucking WAG liked by carlossainz

user88: Is that not alex's WAG? ->user67: no she just works for williams and they're close.

user99: HOW IS SHE SO PRETTY WHAT

user75: she's such a queen

user33: If i had a face like that I'd be a model! -> user22: RIGHT? LIKE SHE'S SOOOO GORG

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You knocked on Alex's door with as much force as you could. Why the fuck would he post that? It was all over the internet- you were all over the internet. Every F1 gossip page was shipping you with some random driver, or some random f1-adjacent celebrity. You were livid, and rightfully so. He had no reason to do anything like this, to pull a stunt like that. Honestly, you could just kill him-

"Hello?" Alex grimaced as he stared at you. He knew all hell was about to break loose.

"Alexander Phillipe Albon Ansusinha," you spoke calmly, too calmly. His stomach turned. "Give me your phone."

he handed it over, no question, no hassle.

You quickly deleted the post, deleted instagram, then turned his phone off completely. From inside your bag, you handed him a nokia flip phone. "It already has everyones numbers on it. Don't fucking try to buy a new one, or else I'll freeze all of your cards. Understand?"

He nodded, accepting his fate. "Understand."

"Don't ever pull some shit like that again, alright?" you scolded.

He nodded, his head down. "I got some responses..." he mumbled after a few seconds of silence.

"Alex-!" you were completely prepared to fully scream at him, but suddenly the door behind you swung open and revealed Carlos Sainz. He looked dumbfounded by the two of you and went red. "I'm sending you for 4 weeks worth of mandatory PR training," you turned back to Alex. "I'm so sick of your shit. Between this and Franco's inability to keep it in his pants, I'll be backlogged till Christmas. Just stop causing trouble, ok?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Ok."

You turned back to Carlos. "Sorry about the noise."

He shook his head. "No, that's alright."

"Did you need something?" Alex asked.

Carlos shook his head, his eyes trained on you.

You. He'd seen you around the paddock for years. He'd watched you from afar, unaware of his growing feelings for you until they sucker-punched him in the face about 4 months ago when he was visiting the williams HQ to finish up the contract signing, and there you were in that gorgeous black dress. He couldn't even talk to you. It was embarrassing.

"Alright, well, goodbye Alex, bye Carlos," you smiled at the both of them (the smile Alex got was a bit more disingenuous than the one you gave Carlos) and off you went.

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He knew he had to do something before someone else swooped in. He knocked on Alex's door, more nervous than he thought he'd be.

"Hey Carlos-" Alex smiled.

"Is Y/n single?"

Alex smirked. "She is, yeah."

"May I have her number?"

"Yes Carlos," Alex has the smuggest smirk he'd ever seen. "Yes you may."

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It had been quite the day. You'd been catching up with friends when Carlos fucking Sainz texted you, and then you were on your way to a date with him.

What a fucking day.

You finished up you makeup just as the doorbell rang, and you smiled when you opened it. There he was, standing there with a big bunch of flowers and a goofy smile.

"Hi," you smiled. "Come in."

"Hi," he smiled back. "I got these for you."

He handed over the flowers and you grinned at him. "Thank you, that was very thoughtful."

"Pretty girls deserve pretty flowers," he shrugged.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, and you absented yourself to put the flowers in water.

"So, what do you like to do?" He asked, coming up behind you.

"I like films, I like to ride my bike, I like reading, I like motorsport, I like a lot of things. You?"

"Well, I love motorsports, obviously, and I love golf as well," he smirked at the way you grimaced. "Not a golf fan?"

"It's just a little bit boring for me," you admitted. "I do play tennis and padel though. And I played volleyball back when I was in college."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make you like golf," he smirked.

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reallyy/n

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reallyy/n: alex albon-> part time f1 driver, full time matchmaker apparently. happy 6 months @/carlossainz (still hate golf btw)

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[saerotonins]

biggest scandals they have faced

ft. actor!nanami kento, fushiguro toji x wife!reader (separated) 

content warnings: fluff, light angst, jjk actor au, celebrity issues, cheating allegations, divorce allegations, none of them are true, misogyny, mentions of infertility, just cruel stuff based on the issues i see online, slightly suggestive (making out), toji and wife call each other "ma" and "pa", mentions/hinting of sex, internet trolls, horrible people online, pls don't read if these issues are triggering to you, shitty article names lol

wc: 2052

note: this got too long, will do other parts for the other actors instead <33 happy holidays, everyone!

NANAMI KENTO:

Jujutsu Kaisen Star Nanami Kento Facing Trouble in Paradise: Leads to Divorce

to say he was irritated when he saw the headlines from the tabloids was an understatement, he is beyond livid. but the comments just made everything worse.

user_1: wow aren't they married for years already? maybe his wife can't conceive any babies? LOL

user_2: must be, or maybe nanami's just realized his wife is just using him for his actor money 

user_3: the wife doesn't know to make a sandwich i fear 

user_4: maybe he got tired of his wife's ugly face, no wonder he hides it from the internet hahaha

kento doesn't give a fuck if people were dragging his name left and right but god forbid it involves you, his loving wife who has been nothing but utterly supportive of his career. for someone who stuck by his side for years, it angers him that people immediately assume that you were the problem. he knows the news isn't true, he literally just cuddled with you last night, so to say that you were getting a divorce almost makes him laugh if it weren't how stupid this situation is. 

when his manager informed him about the situation, he immediately cancelled every schedule that he has for today, he will call the lawyers to settle this later but for now, his main focus is you. 

you are someone who is used to the privacy of your own space which is why you opted to keep your face off his socials and remain anonymous to the eyes of his fans. kento hates it that your peace is getting disturbed due to his stardom, so he is willing to drop everything just to go home to you and comfort you. no one knows who you really are but the way it made people talk like they do, makes him angry. no way his wife is going to be disrespected like this.

the moment kento opens the door the your shared home, he's panting, sweat evident in his forehead and worry present in his eyes as he looks at you across the living room, sitting on the couch with your phone in your hands. 

"shit," he thought, he knows you already saw the news, and worse the comments. he can tell just by your body language. your eyes sunken in sadness and your lips form a frown. he doesn't see it but he knows your heart is breaking too.

"honey," kento breathes out as he walks towards you. he knows you heard him, but you stay in your position, disbelief flooding your senses. suddenly, you came back to reality when you feel kento's warm embrace, his large and quick hands getting rid of your phone before placing it on your head and immediately feeling his chest against your head.

his breathing his ragged, unstable deep breaths as he tells you, "it's gonna be okay," and a thousand apologies to go with it. you nod instead, finding yourself difficult to talk. you opt to rub onto his arm, a silent reply to his comforting and kento seems to understand your gesture. he then kisses the crown of your head as he pulls you tighter in his embrace.

"am i holding you back, kento?" you asked, your voice quite muffled as you speak through his button down blouse.

"oh god, darling you will never hold me back, if anything, you keep me moving. don't listen to them, alright? i'm happy and contented to where we are right now, don't worry about it." he lets go of the embrace and cups your face with both of his hands. he looks at you with loving eyes as he brushes your lower lip with his thumb. you close your eyes as he leaned closer, then you finally felt his lips against yours. he gives a peck, another, and then a third one before he crashes his lips onto you for the last time as he takes his time to explore your mouth.

kento knows a lot of ways to apologize, and this is one of them. he is gentle, but his love is loud as he allows his tongue clash against yours, the wet squelch filling up the room as he allows himself to be drunk with your lips.

when kento lets go, his breathing is heavy but satisfied. "i'll take care of everything from then on, okay?" he says as he caresses your face and a smile creeps to his face when you lean towards his touch with a nod. "will you be releasing a statement?" you ask.

"yeah, i'll contact our lawyer about it and then we'll see what we can do." his answer earned a curt nod from you. kento noticed pursed your lips, obviously thinking about something.

"are you still bothered by the comments?"

"no, i mean, i'm a bit upset about how people were talking about me online but i'm just curious as to where all this came from." 

"hmm, yeah, we'll take care of that too, for now, just rest your pretty mind and always remember that i will never leave you. that okay?" his gentle voice makes your heart feel full, and that's you know that your husband will always be at your beck and call. "yeah." you answered as you give his lips a quick peck, "i love you," you added.

"i love you too."

not a even a day later, the JJK LABEL had released a statement and an article regarding the fake news that had surfaced.

Nanami Kento Slams Fake Divorce Article: "Don't project your problems in your love life through me and my wife."

"the article itself and the comments are horrible and people are stupid enough to believe something that came from a tabloid known to release fake news. maybe this just tells about how gullible and stupid people are for believing groundless rumors and not my relationship." the artist stated.

"to everyone involved in the release of this article, we will see you on court and i hope you have any evidence about your claim. to the people who threw disgusting comments about my wife, please worry how alone you are instead of snooping around our relationship." he adds.

that day, kento's fanbase rejoice as the tabloids finally got their karma when it was reported that their company was finally shut down.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

it was a normal day in the fushiguro household until megumi bursts in through the door with a loud and resounding—

"dad, what the fuck?" 

"megumi, language, please!" you warned him.

your word goes through megumi's ears and went to his dad who is currently lounging in the living room reading his script. he paid his son's words no mind and gave him a raised eyebrow, urging him to continue.

"your name is all over tabloids because of a forum post. look," megumi says as he faces his phone screen to toji's face. to say that he's horrified to what he just saw is an understatement. so, with a worry mind, you go behind toji's lounging chair and read what's on the screen.

Acting Veteran 'T' Caught in An Affair! 

At the night of Tuesday, Actor 'T' is caught leaving a hotel with a seemingly younger woman clinging on his arms. The two are being lovey-dovey in their Shibuya rendezvous. Actor 'T' is currently married with a child which makes everything even more scandalous. What would actor 'T'’s wife and child think about this? Seems like the man really took a liking towards sneaking away with younger women.

Actor 'T'’s identity will be released by [MM/DD/YY] so stay tuned! For now, let us know your thoughts below.

user_1: actor veteran and the code is T? must be toji then?

user_2: this is definitely toji lmfao he looks like someone who would fool a younger woman

user_3: his wife must be so rusty now so he's running to the younglings LOL

user_4: respect for having the balls to cheat on his wife after this long, ik his ass is itching

user_5: @user_4 LMFAO should've done it sooner! bet he doesn't want to pay child support so he's staying 😂

user_6: NOOOO the GOAT got caught damn we were rooting for u 👑

"what the fuck?" both you and toji's voice were erupting in the whole room. out of shock? anger? rage? megumi is not sure but there is one thing he's sure of, both of you are being scary right now and the red in both of you and husband's eyes are almost showing due to the high range of emotions you were both feeling right now.

despite knowing that toji is utterly in love with you and he was actually with you that day, it scares him that his father is facing this kind of scandal. people are horrible out there trying to ruin his father's career that he worked hard on and this is the proof.

toji might be used to having false rumors spread about him all over the years he is in the acting industry, but what he can't take is people talking shit about his wife and thinking less about her. the comments that he just read just woke up the rage inside of him.

"mom?" megumi had called you since it's been minutes when you had gone quiet. the sight before him broke his heart. 

your eyes are trying not to let your tears fall, but the comments are too hurtful to ignore, too cruel to set aside. even though you know that it's covered with a codename (barely), you exactly know it's your husband that they are talking about. you're hurt about the comments but you're most scared of your husband's career coming to a screeching halt.

you suddenly feel your husband hug you so tight and you let it all out. his shirt might get damped but toji doesn't care, comforting his wife comes first. he then tells megumi, "call our lawyer, tell him what we just saw, they'll know what to do," megumi frantically nods and gets out of the house to do what toji had said.

"come on, ma, let's go and get some rest." toji had urged you to go with him.

"pa, this is so ridiculous, i know you know how to deal with these but this is just too much, they're targeting our family now." the sadness in your voice and the tears that flow through face break toji's heart. you don't deserve this. these assholes needed to be taught a lesson, and he knows he won't be nice about it. "i'll take care of this, 'kay? i love you and megs so much, angel."

toji's voice somehow calmed your senses and you let yourself cry in his arms until you're left with no tears. "i'm sorry, i'm too old to cry like this." you said as you try to wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

"no one's too old to cry, darling," toji coos, glad that you're finally able to calm down, and caresses the back of your head. then, a sly smirk forms on his lips, "you know what else we're not too old for?" 

genuinely curious, you look up to him, "what?" you asked. 

toji leaned down and whispered, "another child, think we can give megumi a sibling?" and gave you a mischievous look.

"toji!" you exclaimed as you smack his chest, flustered of his words. 

"gross, get a room, and is now really the time for this?" you suddenly let go of yourself from toji's grasp the moment you heard megumi back in the living room. toji chuckled, "i got it all covered, both of you rest up and i will deal with all of this." toji walked towards where megumi is standing and gives his head a gentle pat, "no one's gonna ruin us, alright?" 

the conviction in toji's voice made it clear to both of you and megumi that he already has a plan in mind, and you trust him enough to believe him. he has never let the both of you down, after all.

the next day, news break out the the person who posted the rumor on the online forum is caught with other criminal charges aside from the defamation he just attempted to do. the horrible comments also seem to magically disappear.

Fushiguro Toji Busts Down Anonymous User, Other Criminal Charges Involved

"I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone else. I'm not backing down until everyone gets what they deserve for ruining the names of the people I care about. I will not let go until every single horrible person who rises their tongue against my family is punished." Toji stated.

"Be careful what you read and comment online, please don't forget that the people you talk about are not just subjects, but real human beings." The veteran actor added.

the fake news spreader should have really known not to deal with a veteran who is powerful enough to protect the people he cherishes.

edit: i just noticed that i wasn't able to add the ending to toji's part 😭 my apologies, i fixed it now!

[unhealthyvendetta]

ೃ⁀➷ HOW YOU THINK’S THE KIND OF THING I’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND

✧˚ · . overview. you break it off with gojo due to his carefree attitude and he's livid. part two

⇢ ˗ˏˋ caution. gojo x reader, no use of "y/n", angst, heartbreak, fem reader, eventual fluff, obsessed gojo, not proofread ࿐ྂ

wc: 1.3k

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"What the fuck?" Satoru muttered under his breath before springing up from his bed.

"Let's break up, it's better for the both of us. I know you're busy so I have to text it to you." Your text read. You decided to break up with your boyfriend due to his nonchalance and neglect.

Just as you placed your phone down, it started ringing. Who was it? I doubt it's your boyfriend ex.

Oh, but it is.

You felt a little anxious and declined the call, but just as you did, it rang again. What's with this guy? You reluctantly tapped the green button on your phone to Satoru looking at his phone with an upset expression. "Why?" Satoru asked.

"You don't even talk to me, why are you calling me?" You replied as you set up your phone to see him.

"So? I've been busy." Satoru replied.

"Busy doing what? Your location says you're currently at home and haven't left for a mission in a while." You replied with an annoyed expression, "What's the point of lying?"

"God, you're so controlling. Can you stop stalking me?" Satoru replied with sass.

"Do you even care about me? You never call but when I wanna break up you spam call me." You yelled at him. "If I didn't we wouldn't be together, stop being so insecure." Satoru shot back, "If I knew you were so needy I wouldn't have came up to you." He said.

His words hurt, deeply. You just sighed and hung up the phone, surprising Satoru, but he didn't call back.. which hurt even more.

See, Satoru.. he figured you'd come around eventually. He was gonna take you back and things would be normal, right? Wrong. You stopped showing up to his meetings, stopped showing up to the school, you could not be caught in Satoru's general area.

He was confused, was he really dumped? The strongest sorcerer? Dumped? It just sounded grammatically incorrect.

People started asking where you were and Satoru did not want to let the world know that he got dumped by a normal girl. He never told anyone you both broke up, keeping it a secret from everybody.

One day you went out in public and one of Satoru's student's came up to greet you, "Hey! How are you? Is Gojo helping you get better?" They asked, leaving you confused. "Gojo? Better? What do you mean?" You asked.

"Gojo told us you were sick and you weren't going to his events anymore," The student replied.

"Oh, really?" You replied, feeling furious.

Before the student could reply, you walked towards your apartment and called Satoru. He picked up immediately, "What? Aren't we broken up?" He asked with attitude.

"I thought so, but you've been going around telling people we're still together and I'm just sick. So you tell me," You replied as you unlocked your apartment door.

Satoru didn't reply, he was caught in a lie. "What did you want me to do? I can't tell people I was dumped by you, that's embarrassing." Satoru replied.

"What the fuck? Just pop out with another slut like you usually do," You scoffed. "You're jealous, I feel it." Satoru responded. "No, I'm annoyed. I don't want to be associated with you." You refuted. "Just last week you were complaining about how I never give you attention, don't complain now." Satoru scoffed.

"God, you're annoying. Stop telling everyone we're together, okay? That's all I want from you." You replied.

"Stop acting like you don't want me anymore, you were so needy and now you're all distant." Satoru quipped. "Well maybe you should've treated me like your girlfriend and not a fan girl that you have to tolerate." You snapped.

"Women are so complicated," Satoru groaned. "And men are so incompetent," You shot back before hanging up the phone. What the fuck was his problem?

You knew he was an ass, but this was a new type of ass.

Whatever, who needs him? You've been eying your colleague Nanami for the past week, and you might as well try and make a move, right? You knew he went to the local bakery on Fridays, so you decided to stop by to get his attention.

As expected Nanami was there, purchasing bread. You waited outside trying your hardest to look like you were actually doing something when you spot a certain white haired individual you unfortunately knew too well.

"Satoru? What the hell-" You started before Satoru cut you off with a kiss. God, you haven't been kissed by him in what felt like forever. You just wanted to- no, oh my God.. Nanami should be coming out the shop any second!

You pulled away reluctantly and saw Nanami walking away from you and Satoru, shit, he already left?

"Satoru, what the hell?" You yelled at him.

"You can't go out with Nanami," Satoru responded, his eyes filled with anger and jealousy.

"Yes I can, maybe he won't ignore me for weeks like you did!" You scoffed. "And don't kiss me, we're broken up." You added on. "Oh come on, you and I both know this 'break up' can be solved with a conversation." Satoru replied.

"When will you realize that not everyone wants you? That your nonchalance and lack of care isn't hot, but people put up with it because they love you?" You insulted him.

"I know your ego get pretty flimsy whenever someone doesn't want you but you need to grow up. Consider this a wake up call to not be a fucking asshole." You continued before walking away to you car, this time Satoru didn't stop you.

You forget to ask important questions, like how he found you, how he knew what you were up to.. God, you were livid.

You just tried to ignore Satoru and tried going out with Nanami, but you couldn't even speak to him. Satoru was definitely pulling strings per usual, trying to control you. You decided to block Satoru's personal number, that wasn't someone you needed in your life, you just wanted peace, but Satoru just wanted you.

He was regretting ever letting you get away, he needed you in his life and without you he was unstable, he would apologize but there was no amount of apologies he could utter on his knees for you to take him back at this rate. He's an asshole, and he knows that. And God, he wished he could stop being one.

But old habits die hard, okay? So he's outside your apartment, lockpicking the door. It's 10:57 PM on a Friday night, he knew you always partied on Fridays.

He sat there and waited for hours in your living room, he was going to force a conversation with you if you didn't wanna talk to him willingly.

You get home several hours later, and see Satoru at your door.

"Oh my God! You fucking loser! Get out!" You yelled as you pulled up your dress.

Satoru just stared at you, what he once had all to himself. His eyes were filled with longing and desire. "I'm sorry, I know I was an asshole, I know. But I don't know what to do. I just want you back, please. I don't know why I treated you like that, and I swear I'll treasure you like the gem you are."

You looked a little shocked, "Don't just throw this onto me on a Friday night, I'm tipsy." You replied and took off your heels, "Get out Satoru."

"Please. I love you so much, I'll give you everything. I will make time for you, please." Satoru begged. "Get out," You replied as you walked towards your bathroom to take off your makeup.

"I really don't want to lose you," Satoru replied. "You already did," You scoffed.

"I'm not done." Satoru sighed before leaving your apartment, and you wouldn't remember any of this by tomorrow morning.

[radiance1]

"Old fuck!" Said Dan as he kicked down the wall to Vlad's office. Vlad only let out a sigh, apologizing for the noise and then ending the meeting right then and there. He glanced over at Dan and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Do you truly have no concept of a door?"

"It's more fun this way," He mentioned offhandedly as he stomped his way over the Vlad's desk and slammed his hands down on it. "Do something for me!"

Vlad, silently, moured the loss of another table and those three glorious months of peace. He looked Dan in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. "And what, exactly, do you want me to do for you?"

"So you know Superman-"

"No."

Dan reared back like he'd been slapped. "The fuck!? You didn't even hear me out yet!"

"I don't need to." Vlad calmly sipped at his tea that wasn't there a second ago, and then let out another sigh. "And do stop screaming obscenities at me, it is horribly low-class and you're better than that."

"You're only saying that because I'm a fusion of you." Dan pointed out with a deadpan expression. Vlad snorted. "Obviously."

"Hear me out and I'll think about it."

Vlad sighed again, crunching away at a cookie -seriously where is he getting all of this??- before waving a hand in Dan's direction that basically said "Go on."

"Alright so Superman, you know the guy and you most certainly know his weakness." He swipped a cookie, then continued at Vlad's nod. "Kryptonite, nasty stuff yea. You know who uses Kryptonite the most out of basically everyone?"

"Lex Luthor."

"Lex fucking Luthor."

Vlad placed his teacup onto the desk, threading his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he stared the fusion down. "You know, if you wanted me to... complicate, his gathering of Kryptonite. You could have just led with that."

"Would it have worked?" Dan genuinely asked.

"I would have thought it over a bit more before my refusal." Vlad answered and Dan growled. "Just accept already you old-timer."

"Now, now. If I didn't know any better, I would think that you were perhaps, worried about the Man of Steel himself?" At that, Vlad's eyes turned red as a playful smirk graced his lips.

Dan's eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger towards Vlad acusingly. "Don't you dare try your mind control bullshit on me."

Vlad chuckled. "Oh I would not dream of it, I was merely..." Vlad's eyes shined with mirth as he deliberately paused. "Stating an assumption."

Dan hissed, translating his sheer annoyance through ghost speak while Vlad respond back with a purr. More than throuoghly pleased.

Usually, it was the other way around.

"You can go to hell with your assumptions." He leaned over the desk, destroying it even further as he his claws dug into it. "Either you deal with him or I'll do it myself."

Vlad stared him down for a good few moments, the room falling silent as they stared each other down. Vlad sighed. "Fine, I don't need your little temper tantrum leaving me with such a giant mess to clean up." He tapped a button under his desk -mercifully safe from the destruction- and waved Dan away. "Now if you will excuse yourself, I have a few calls to make, a desk to replace, you know the works."

Dan nodded and over to the giant hole in the wall before pausing. He reached out with ghost speak, sending out a violent threat through intent if he did not follow through.

Vlad simply responded with nonchalance, exasperation, and even a bit of annoyance.

A few weeks later

Lex Luthor is livid.

Someone has been buying up all of the Kryptonite before he could get to it, which should be impossible in itself. But no, then they proceeded to mess with the shipments he managed to get his hands on, interrupt deals to acquire them and even outright destroyed a few.

He has his own stockpile for emergencies, yes. But it's very noticeably dwindling.

Meanwhile with Vlad

"Now what exactly am I supposed to do with all of this?" Vlad asked himself, staring at the large pit of Kryptonite capable of filling multiple warehouses.

Honestly, it was utterly useless to him.

[hugsandharrystyles]

SUMMARY: One phone call was all it took to change the course of your sex life.

Word Count: 5k+

"You're not understanding me right. I never said the sex wasn't good."

"You essentially did," Your friend counters. "He doesn't make you cum," Her voice a little too loud to be on speaker but fortunately you were in the comfort of your own home by yourself. Harry was supposed to be at the gym.

Harry was not at the gym.

Harry was at your bedroom door listening to your conversation. He had just made it back when a very interesting conversation involving his name made his ears perk up.

"Harry is the best sexual partner I've ever had. He's so good- it's a me thing. I've never been able to... finish with someone before," You explain because you don't want anyone to think Harry was bad in bed. He's far from that. He just doesn't make you cum.

"Isn't that the whole idea of sex though? To fucking finish?" Your friend tells you.

"I've just come to terms with the fact that some of the things I like in the bedroom... are not going to be explored."

"What do you mean?" Your friend asks.

"You know, just like... rougher things- kinkier things," you say bashfully.

"Like what?!" Your friend pushes.

"I don't know. Some choking, manhandling, assertiveness- that type of thing. I would really enjoy some casual dominance anytime really."

"Oh, wow," Your friend says.

"I know. I'm a fucking freak," You sigh and drop your head to rest on your bed in agony.

"No! I didn't say that! Hey, I like that type of stuff too. Why don't you just talk to Harry-"

Harry was livid. His heart was beating faster now than any time during his workout. He was so angry with himself that he hasn't made you trust him enough to tell him how you feel. How he hasn't been able to satisfy you. He'd made you think you were a freak.

"No- look. I don't fucking care if I finish or not. The sex is so good, and I just like having him that close to me. He's not very big on... being touchy any time else, which is totally okay, but I don't want to take the time I do have him so close to me for granted."

There was a sudden dip in the bed and a body weight being pressed against you as you laid flat on your stomach. You almost screamed until you felt a hand reach around and wrap around your throat and turn your head.

Harry was behind you, on the back of your thighs, looking down at you with a look you've never seen from him- from anyone.

Your friend droned on, never noticing your silence. Harry grabbed your phone with his other hand still wrapped around your neck and took the phone off speaker, putting it up to his ear.

"Hey, this is Harry. We're a bit busy at the moment- actually we're going to be busy for quite a long moment, so don't call anytime soon." With that he hung up and threw your phone on the bedside table. "So," Harry begins after a quiet minute. "Anything you want to tell me?" He asks. He flips you around so you're lying on your back with him straddling your front, completely at his mercy. You don't know whether to cry or squeeze your thighs together.

"Harry, I am so sorry that you had to hear that. I don't want you to think that-" You're momentarily stopped when both of his hands cup your throat, thumbs under your jaw so he can control your face. He angles your head up, so you finally look into his eyes.

"Look at me when you're speaking to me," He commands. You swear your pussy purrs. You can't help but squeeze your thighs together. You have never seen Harry like this.

"S-Sorry- I'm sorry. I don't- I don't know what to say," You finally get out.

"Tell me what I did to make you be afraid to trust me."

"No! Harry, that is not true at all!" You say angrily. He grips your throat a little tighter, and his eyes become a little sterner.

"Don't raise your voice at me." You audibly swallow. "Were you afraid I would be mad- hurt you?" He asks. One hand leaves your jaw to comb through your hair.

"No, Harry- I know you would never. I just- You're not really into... touching me all that much when we're not having sex, so I didn't want the only time when you want to touch me to be gone." You realized you had misworded your sentence as soon as you finished.

"You think I don't want to touch you?" He asks, and you can't tell if the anger in his voice is pointed at you or himself.

"No- I just-" You're abruptly paused when you feel the hand that was in your hair venture down between your thighs. You were only wearing panties and a big t-shirt, so Harry finds your clit very easily. You moan in surprise in grind against his hand.

"Trust me, I want to fucking touch you," he says. "I thought you were the one who didn't like all the touching," he explains.

"What- why?" You ask breathlessly, your body keening at his touch and the bit of weight he was resting on you.

"Every time I would, you would almost jump or just kind of tense up, so I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," he says and lets a finger tease at your entrance.

"N-no, you just- you make me so nervous," you gasp when he slides a finger into you.

"Why?" he demands.

"It's embarrassing," you whine and turn away from him, but he grips your jaw and makes you look at him.

"Why?" he demands again, and the look in his eyes tells you that you need to answer.

"You're so- I just find you really attractive. Anything you do turns me on, and I just get really nervous," you say bashfully. He adds another finger and curls them to find your spot. Your mouth drops in pleasure.

"You are aware that we are dating, correct?" he asks.

"Shut the fuck up," you whine and try to grind down on his hand. He gives you a pointed look.

"Be sweet to me. Don't talk to me like that," he says and very lightly slaps your face. It causes your jaw to drop and a moan to spill from your mouth. "You like that?" He asks and bends his face down to bite and kiss at your neck while continuing his movements on your cunt.

"Harry," you moan and scratch at his back. He groans into your neck and pulls his fingers from your underwear. He waits for you to stick your tongue out and take his fingers inside your mouth.

"Good," he praises and pulls his fingers from your mouth. He cups your throat with both of his hands and brushes his lips against yours. You tilt your head up and try to catch his mouth. "I want to give you everything you want," he tells you and gives you a passionate kiss.

"You do, baby," you assure him and kiss him again while wrapping your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair. He grabs your wrists, resting most of his body weight on you, and brings them to his lips.

"Tell me what you want from me," he demands while kissing your fingers.

"Harry," you sigh.

"No, tell me what you need from me. Don't think I don't want to do this. I am more than willing," he says with a sly smirk. You roll your eyes, and you both laugh. He becomes serious again. "Tell me what will make you cum."

"H, I don't know," you say honestly. "I've just never been able to with anyone."

"Okay," he says. "What do you do when you're by yourself?"

"What do you mean?" You question.

"How do you get yourself off," he expands.

"Oh! Um..." you blush.

"Listen," he begins and shifts positions so that he is sitting up on the bed with you in front of him. He holds your hands in his and plays with your fingers. "You have to trust me if you want this. I'm never going to push you, but I just want you to be comfortable with me," he explains. Your heart twists.

"I am comfortable with you, Harry!" you correct him. "It's just- everything is so intense with you in the best way possible." His eyebrow quirks.

"Explain."

"Like- I just feel everything so intensely with you. I don't mean to boost your ego any higher than it already is-"

"Hey!" He complains, and you both laugh.

"But you're just really fucking hot, and it's hard to be normal around you when you do your sexy stuff," you explain.

"My sexy stuff?" He laughs.

"Yeah, like your deep voice and- and your hands," his hands reach out to cusp the back of your neck.

"Yeah? What else, mama?" He asks and places a feather-light kiss to your cheek.

"Um- well, like this. I- I feel like any time you touch me, I go braindead," you explain. He works his lips up to yours and slips his tongue into your mouth, craning your head back, so he can kiss you deeply. He groans into your mouth when you suck on his tongue out of animalistic need. "I need you," you whine.

"Tell me what you want. Do you want to just keep kissing for a bit? I can eat your sweet cunt or just finger you," he suggests and paws at your breasts.

"Can we- uh-"

"What, sweetheart? Tell me."

"Can we just... dry-hump and make out some?" You ask, your face turning a dark red out of embarrassment of the vulgar language.

"Of course, honey. Come here," he says and scoots to the end of the bed so that he's leaned against the headboard. He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him, straddling his lap. "Can I take your shirt off?" He asks.

"Of course, Harry. You don't have to be so gentle with me." He gives your face a light smack again.

"Lose the attitude," he commands, and you try to squeeze your thighs together, but you end up just grinding against his bulge making both of you moan. He kisses up your throat while his hands toy with the bottom of your shirt. "You're turned on, yeah?" He asks.

"I'm so horny, H," you whine and grasp onto his shoulders to grind against him better.

"Good," he sighs and tugs your shirt off, eyes widening at your bare tits that he's seen many times. "Fuck," he whispers. He spends a bit of time sucking and kissing at your breasts while you cradle his head to your chest.

"H, I wanna kiss you," you whine, and he finally lets up on your tits. His hand cradles your throat in a firm but comfortable grip, allowing him to move your head in any way he wants to. The tension is high when his lips finally meet yours. His free hand slides down to your ass while yours are roaming underneath his shirt.

"You can take it off," he says against your lips, and you both only pull back from each other to get his shirt off. His lips are back on yours, and his hands slide to your hips, helping you grind against him.

"Can you take your pants off too?" You ask timidly.

"'Course, baby," he says and taps your hips so you will move off him while he takes off his sweatpants. He places you back on his lap once he's just in his briefs. He's hard as a rock, and you can tell he's trying his best not to lose control. You kiss his lips softly, and he moans in surprise.

"I love you," you tell him. "And I trust you."

He smiles. "Thank you, sweet girl. I love you more." His hands move back to your hips and grinds your crotch against his while he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues clash, and you both moan as his bulge presses perfectly against your core. You both breathe heavily against each other's mouths as you grind against him. "Do you feel good?" He asks, and you moan against his lips while nodding.

"So good," you tell him and claw at his chest. "Can we take off our underwear?"

"Don't have to ask, baby. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it," he assures you. You smile and crawl off his lap to slide your underwear off, and he follows quickly. As soon as he gets back on the bed, you sit back down on his lap and place him perfectly against your pussy. "Ah, fuck," he moans, and his hips flex up. A bead of precum falls from his tip, and you smile.

"I want your cock in me," you whine and grab his fat dick, trying to line him up with your entrance. Before you could slip the tip in, you're suddenly being thrown onto the bed, Harry hovering over you. "What the fuck, Harry?"

"Not yet," he says and begins to kiss down your body.

"But- you said I could have what I wanted," you protest.

"I need you to cum first."

"Harry, that's not important to me," you say with annoyance in your voice. You really did just want his dick inside you.

"It's important to me. Now, I need you to be comfortable with me. Trust me, baby. If I do something you don't like, tell me. If you want something, tell me. Got it?"

"Okay," you sigh. He slaps your thigh, and you yelp.

"You've got some serious fucking attitude tonight," he says.

"I just want you to fuck me- Oh!" You're cut off by Harry planting a kiss directly onto your clit. He spreads your legs and presses your knees to your chest to have full access. He presses his tongue as deep as it can go into your whole and curls it upwards. Your eyes cross as he tongue-fucks you. His eyes are closed in pleasure, and he's moaning like you're the one giving him head. He swirls his tongue inside you before moving to flicking at your clit. "Oh, fuck that's good, Harry," you moan and tangle your fingers into his hair.

"Give yourself to me," he moans against you.

"I feel so good, Har," you tell him, and feel a tightening in your gut that you've only ever felt when pleasuring yourself. "Harry, I feel it."

"Good fucking girl, let me make you cum," he says and doubles down his efforts on your pussy. His hands grip your thighs harshly and spreads you even further. You can't even think about where his tongue is working because of how fast he's going. His head shakes, and he moans so his mouth vibrates against you.

"I- I think I'm going to cum- don't stop," you cry and grasp his hair, holding his face hard against your pussy and grinding however you want.

"Use me," he muffles against you and just sticks his tongue out, letting you use him in any way you need. His hands reach up to tweak your nipples, and that's what throws you over the edge. You swear you black out. It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, and you feel tears leaking from your eyes from the relief of having an orgasm from someone else. Your hands unleash Harry's hair, and your body twitches as he continues to lick at you. You close your thighs and push at his head.

"Oh my gosh," you sob and gasp for air. You cover your face with your hands as you catch your breath. You hear Harry giggle and feel him kiss his way up your body.

"Why are you covering your face?" He asks and removes your hands, resting his body weight on top of you. "Thank you, baby- for trusting me."

"Thank you for being patient with me. That was the best orgasm I've ever had," you laugh and kiss him. You both kiss for a minute before you reach down and stroke his cock, tapping it against your sensitive clit. His mouth falls agape, and his hips jut forward.

"Do you still want to have sex, or do you just want to cuddle?" He asks to be sweet, but you can see the desperation on his face.

"H, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to cum inside me," you tell him honestly, and he moans as you make his tip catch your hole. He pulls his hips back.

"I- I'm going to be honest. I'm not going to last long because I've been so fucking turned on for so long, so I'm sorry-" You cut off his rambling with a kiss.

"Harry, you are the most wonderful person and boyfriend in the world, so I don't care if you finish quick," you assure him and cup his jaw. "C'mon, Har. Put your fat cock in me. I wanna feel the stretch."

"You're so fucking hot," He moans and slips the tip in. His jaw stays dropped as he slides in further, his eyebrows furrowing together, and you can tell he's trying so hard not to cum. "Ah, fuck. Best pussy I've ever had- it's so- so fucking good," he groans and drops his head to your shoulder. His grip on your waist is bruising as he just moves your body however he wants onto his dick.

"That dick is so fucking good, H," you whine and press your heels against his ass, so he falls farther into you and rests himself against you. Your pussy is sopping wet and tight, and Harry fears he's going to cum when he hasn't even been inside of you for four minutes. He suddenly pulls out quickly when he feels his orgasm approaching. "Harry- what the hell?" You whine.

"It was too much. I'm really trying to last here, you brat," he argues and takes a moment to try and calm himself down.

"I don't care if you cum early, Harry, c'mon. Just want your dick inside me," you groan and grip his waist, trying to shove him back in you. "You told me that if I told you what you want, and you would give it to me. You're breaking your promise."

"Brat," he mutters through gritted teeth and begins to push into you again. As soon as he begins to enter you again, his hand starts to rub at your clit.

"Oh!" You moan, and your thighs tighten around him. Your hands claw at his sides as you try to kiss him through both of your moans. "I think- I think I'm going to cum again," you tell as your tummy begins to tighten again- stronger this time.

"Oh, baby, please. Please cum for me," he begs. You can feel his cock twitching in you, him on the verge of his own release. "Y/N- fuck, sweetheart. You have to cum- Baby, you gotta- I'm sorry," He babbles like crazy, and you don't understand his apology until you feel his cum start to spurt into you, and that's what tips you over the edge. You're a mess of shaking bodies, moans, and whines. "Oh, thank God- good fucking girl," he moans.

As you both begin to calm down, he relaxes himself on top of you and wraps his arms around your body.

"That was a real one, right?" He asks.

"Yes, Harry," you laugh and stroke his hair.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

read on ao3 HERE

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He didn't mean to do it. He meant it, with every fucked-up fibre of his being he meant it, but he didn't mean to actually do it. 

Stiles had just—been so very fucking Stiles, in that stupid and irresponsible jump-head-first-into-the fray-on-everybody-else's-behalf kind of way that he has about him, and after the pack had neutralised the danger but everybody's veins still had more adrenaline than blood coursing though them, Derek felt—feels—so fucking livid and so damn grateful and so utterly, utterly muddled that he's grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and is pulling the kid's body into his own, hard, crashing their torsos together like a devastating highway collision with his arms enveloping Stiles's shoulders as a crushed car bonnet wraps itself around a tree. 

Now—at a clearing in the trees on what has been Hale land for generations going back centuries, with Stiles in his space and his nostrils and in his fucking head—Derek is terrified. 

There's a fairly stilted, “Whoa, okay, alright. We're doing this, huh, big guy?” But then Stiles is relaxing into the hug. He sort of melts, actually, snaking long and wiry yet surprisingly strong arms around Derek's waist; so very warm and alive, alive, alive.

“Stiles, you shouldn't have—why do you always have to—you could've fucking died!” he admonishes, although it doesn't come out half as harshly as he means and wants it to. 

Lost, Derek shoves his nose into Stiles's neck and breathes.

Stiles lets him—because of course he does—cocking his head to the side to accommodate Derek's needs.

“Must be a day that ends in Y, huh, Der?” he answers, ever the class clown.

Derek quietly growls his annoyance and relief in equal measure, and even though he senses the rest of the pack has now gathered around them, and hating that he has an audience for this, he squeezes Stiles into him impossibly more.

Stiles wheezes comically then jokes some more, because humour is his default in any situation. “Hey, why don't you ease up a bit there, buddy? Kinda need this work of art that I call a body to stay in one piece if I'm ever gonna save your wolfy-ass again, oh Alpha, my Alpha.”

Derek promptly shuts him up with a slick lick to the jugular before he's really had a chance to think about what he's doing. Surprisingly, the kid shivers beautifully. But even Derek's tongue doesn't keep him quiet for very long. Only Stiles Stilinski could ramble incessantly with a werewolf at his throat.

“Okay, shit, alright, that—ahhhhhhh, that tickles, Fido! Heh, does this mean I'm gonna have to get the collar and chain on y—oh my fucking god!”

Derek clamps his jaws around the most exquisite throat he's ever seen, smelled, dreamed about, and growls out a warning sound that causes the betas to back off and Stiles to go weak at the knees.

Mine, he thinks loudly with a growl.

After a few delicious moments of Derek gnawing on Stiles's tasty throat, and once they're alone in the preserve other than the nocturnal animals and eery sound of the wind picking up from the west, Derek releases his jaws' hold on the sheriff's boy—the boy who runs with wolves; little red riding hoodie; the best human Derek's ever known—and soothes the purpling mark with a lingering press of his lips.

“Oh,��� is amazingly all Stiles has got to say. Derek can satisfyingly smell Stiles's arousal, though, his wolf now howling inside of him at the heady scent.

“Yeah, oh,” he answers waggishly after trying his level best to calm the feral instinct he has to pull them both down into the undergrowth and mate the boy, here and now.

He finally manages to pull himself away from Stiles but doesn't release him from his grip entirely.

Fire-red irises find big, brown doe eyes and a smirk that Derek wants to lick right off Stiles's face to replace with a look of pure ecstasy.

“Stop doing stupid things,” he demands.

Begs. 

“Yeah, no, probably never gonna—oomph!” 

Derek kisses Stiles. Kisses him like it's the end of the fucking world, because he's realised that every time Stiles puts his own life in danger, it feels like it might be.

Wildly, Stiles doesn't hesitate this time. He kisses Derek right back, like he gets it.

Now found, Derek takes and he takes and he takes.

Stiles kisses like nobody else in existence, Derek is sure of it. He is earth and wind, fire and water.

Fucking elemental. 

When presumably Stiles needs to breathe, he tears his lips away from Derek's—now swollen and blood-red—and Derek can't help the whine that escapes his. Their foreheads bump as they both pant, attempting to settle as they shake with waning post-fight nerves and a near-feverish desire.

Stiles bargains, “How ‘bout if you keep doing that, I'll get myself a bigger bat?”

Derek both hates and loves the smile that spreads across his face like a rash, entirely of its own volition. 

“How about next time, you just wait for me?” 

“Deal,” Stiles grins and kisses Derek again—and Derek hopes it's the kind of deal that's forever.

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for @greyhavenisback—love yew, love <3 (unedited, soz!)

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now edited and on ao3 HERE

[realcube]

WRATH & LUST . t.kei / y.tadashi

synopsis ✧ you hate tsukishima kei. you do everything in your power to make his life miserable but nothing works. now you have no choice but to fuck his best friend

cws/tags ✧ college au , enemies to enemies who screw, cursing, fob, smut, vaginal, oral (giving), degredation, impact play, begging, squirting — minors dni

parts ✧ i. ii. iii. iv.

completely taken back, his jaw drops and a heat rises to his face, painting his features a deep red he can only attempt to hide with his palm. "what is wrong with you?" he stammers from the sheer disbelief.

"aw," you say in a mocking tone, "don't be embarrassed, tsukishima. okay, maybe be a bit embarrassed. but it's normal to be insecure about that ki—"

"what is wrong with you? is this a joke to you?!" he repeats, far more ferociously this time, while pushing you back against the bed, cornering you, "you are a disgusting, perverted asshole and you're going to rot in hell. never come near me again!" his disgruntled yet rigid facade has slowly devolved throughout the conversation, leaving him as a screaming, livid mess.

"so, what i'm hearing is, you want to screw me so bad."

tsukishima can't stand that shit-eating look on your face; he wants to shut you up somehow, prove he's the one in charge. and he does so by slamming his lips down against yours, finally freed from the tightness across his abdomen. he's not sure what provoked him to take this course of action but as soon as your lips meet, he embraces it by groaning into the kiss and leaning into it.

instinctually you stumble backwards at the abrupt — although, not unforeseen — contact, and due to your close proximity to the bed, you fall back onto the downy sheets with tsukishima refusing to break the kiss and following suit. albeit he's able brace himself with his arms to avoid landing on you.

your lips move eagerly against his, to his surprise, and you even snake your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. unaware of how passionately you longed for this until you were one, melting into his touch and soaking up his intoxicating scent.

the desire and yearning snuck up on the poor, unwitting man too. one second he wanted you dead , now he's grinding his throbbing bulge against the fabric of your skirt, itching to tear your clothes right off. things change so quickly it's impossible for him to keep track of how he's supposed to feel, in this moment he found it easiest to listen to his primal impulse, that's telling him to pin your ankles up by your ears and not stop until he's satisfied. he didn't care if fucking you went against what he believed in. it ought to teach you an important lesson, anyway.

his erection stiffened against your skin, the snug sensation of your thighs capturing his cock prompted him to hook an arm under your knees, making them bend so he could see up your skirt. for this reason, only, he parted from your frenzied kiss so he could appraise your pussy.

having seen your panties on the ground — and literally chucked them at you — he knew you weren't wearing any, yet the sight of your vulnerable, moist cunt still pleasantly surprised him. "zero shame. bare pussy out 'n everything." a sly smirk spread across his features as he ran a slender finger between your folds, assessing how wet you were.

perhaps it was rude of him to think this but as he examined your damp, puckered hole, he can't help but wonder how the reserved, benign yamaguchi managed to get you so soaked. regardless, he swore to himself that by the time he was done with you, yamaguchi's name would no longer be a word in your vocabulary, he'd fuck the memories right out of you.

two fingers penetrate your hole, raw from how hard yamaguchi fucked you, not even ten minutes ago. the discomfort caused a hiss to slip through your defences, and as he moved his fingers inside you, slowly gaining momentum and speed, he snarled, "be quiet. unless you want everyone to hear how much of a desperate whore you are."

his digits increase in vigour and aggression, piercing into you, the palm of his hand colliding with your clit in rapid succession. the pleasure he sent wracking through you was unreal; all the nasty names were so worth it, soon enough your moans will be loud enough to drown out his annoying voice anyway. your back arched at the brutal, startling simulation, resulting in long whines being drawn out of you. he scowled; on one hand, he scorned how overt you were being, but on the other, the thought of the whole floor hearing him make you his bitch was exciting, the blood rushing to his cock almost making him light-headed.

tsukishima concentrated on your twitching figure as he fingered you mercilessly. from recently having your hole abused by yamaguchi's dextrous tongue, you found yourself approaching your orgasm prematurely, and he took note of that. so just as you were about to come undone around his fingers, he halted.

your eyes, that had previously been squeezed shut, heaved open to stare at him with a bemused and dismayed expression, which was exactly what he was hoping for. "what? did you think i was going to let you enjoy that? you must be an idiot."

he sharply yanked his fingers out, and you gasped as the stark, cool air flooded against your sensitive hole. you roll your eyes at his smartass judgement; he's a lot hotter when his mouth his closed.

your skirt is lazily dropped onto the floor once tsukishima pulls it off. he runs his thumb over your slit before he climbs off the bed and begins to undo his belt, and you can't help but breathe a deadened sigh of relief now that he was finally getting to the real deal.

"take your top off." he muttered while his eyes are drilled to his belt buckle.

you scoff to yourself and lay on your back with your legs spread. "you should be grateful i let you take my skirt off."

"take it off or i'll rip it off you." he asserts with sparing you a glance.

you pout; not wanting him to think he is the boss of you, but having witnessed his deranged behaviour, you wouldn't put it past him to tear your shirt off. so begrudgingly, you peel your top off from over your head. neatly fold it and put it on the side. only for tsukishima to pick it up and cast it onto the floor, just to be petty.

you'd bark something back at him in response, but you become distracted by the fact his trousers have been fully removed, leaving him in only his briefs, the front of which has been lowered to free his cock. tip teasing your entrance, it pokes your hole and retreats, a string of thick slick connecting you.

"you're too easy." he mused, swiping his finger over your pussy to break the strand. his tip continued to poke and prod at your entrance, whenever you thought he was about to penetrate, he'd immediately pull away. at first you thought he was prepping his cock, but this went on for over two minutes.

eventually you groaned, "are you going to give it to me or not?"

"so needy." he chuckled, shallowly thumbing your slit, "not until you beg for it."

"you're dreaming." you jeer, while he casually picks up your legs and rests them on his shoulders.

there is a chance he is dreaming, or maybe you just don't know what you're missing yet. an obscene squelching noise sounds from your pussy as he forces his tip into you, and you bite your lip to cope with how you already feel strained with only his tip. it's uncomfortable yet you are still thirty for more.

"kei.." you whine, "please."

a smug look crosses his face but it drops when he realises that is all you have to say, he expecting that to be the beginning of a chorus of pleas and prayers, but you haven't resumed. "is that all?" he asks in a derisive manner, "you're going to have to do better than that."

"i said please, tsukishima." your voice is low, and your walls twitch around his tip, "i need all of you."

"all of what?"

you sigh through your nose and cast your watery gaze aside, looking to yamaguchi's plain walls for an ounce of comfort, muttering, "all of your dick. i want it so bad."

his firm grip finds your jaw and forces you to face him, "look at me. i want to see the humiliation in your eyes." he states nonchalantly. his grasp doesn't let up, though it relaxes ever so slight to allow you to talk again.

"please, kei. please give it to me." you beg, any semblance of dignity that remained being thrown out the window. "i need you so so much. please help me."

his eyes look down upon you; cold and unforgiving, as always. what you can't tell is that behind his forbidding exterior, he is starting to warm up to you. he detects a level of sincerity that wasn't there before, and it pleases him.

but to you he reads as unwavering, so you carry on, "fuck, kei. please. you're the only one that ca— ngh!"

a unstifled moan is pried from you as, without warning tsukishima pushes into you, exhaling a small sigh of pleasure at how your creamy walls encase him so nicely. "that's right. so fucking cock-hungry."

so tight too, it's like he only just fits inside. he'd never tell you that though, your ego doesn't need to be any bigger than it already is. be that as it may, he's starting to understand why yamaguchi wanted to keep you as his little secret for so long.

his whole length dug into you, the fullness of your pussy pulling a guttural moan from you. he bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to burst by simply watching your face contort and your body writhe due to his cock. "aren't you going to thank me?"

"thank you.." you mewl, eyes tightly shut.

"no. what did i tell you." he grunted, your lewd expressions making it difficult for him to restrain himself, "look at me."

you prised your heavy lids up, so cock-drunk already it proved challenging to focus your eyes on him. "thank you."

satisfied with your proclamation of gratitude, his cock rams into you, treating your voracious pussy to flood of pain and pleasure. he was in complete control of every movement he made; his thrusts are vicious yet calculated.

by keeping his hands on your hips and manoeuvring your whole body to his whims, he is able to pull his entire length out of you then pump it right back in. he made use of every single inch of your plush walls, using you as a squirming fleshlight to milk himself dry.

being fucked by tsukishima was like nothing you've ever experienced. he's distant yet every action is so deliberate, and he maintains a steady pace throughout, pulling so far out that when he plunges back into you, the collision of both of your hips causes your tits to shake. perhaps that was intentional as that was were tsukishima's eyes were fixed to. you assume this is the closest thing mankind has to robot sex.

his breath hitches, grinding his teeth together; he's teetering on an orgasm, and has been doing so since his tip first entered your velvety hole, but has had to resist spilling into you too early because he knows you'll ridicule him to hell.

but the bliss from your wet, plump walls hugging his cock, as he slides all the way in and out of you grows to be too much. precum is leaking into you and you can both feel it.

it's been around five minutes since he started railing you, he figures that's long enough, so he lets himself burst inside you, his hot cum flooding into you and coating your insides. even once he's done, he doesn't pull out, basking in your warmth while his fingers get to work.

you're whining profanities under your breath, tits bouncing while his cock vehemently destroys your pussy; may as well split you down the middle. there's a break in your moans when he ejaculates in you, relishing the congestive sensation, though you expect the onslaught of stimulation to end now that tsukishima has finished.

you couldn't be more wrong.

his fingers spring to your clit without hesitation: rubbing, pinching and flicking. soon enough, the familiar knot that has been curling within you splits; your back arches as far as it can, a sensual scream emits from your throat, and your pussy clenches around him as you reach your first orgasm courtesy of tsukishima kei.

puffs and wheezes fill the room, your chests both rise and fall, almost in sync, complemented by the air of boundless wrath and lust that surrounded the pair of you. your given a moment to come down from your high before tsukishima asks, "how many times did you do it with yamaguchi?"

"what?" you gasp. you think you know what he said but you ask anyway, in hopes that you misheard.

"how many times did you have sex with tadashi?" he speaks up, and unfortunately he said what you initially suspected.

"why are you thinking about me and tadashi right now?" you interrogate, mindful of the fact you are having sex in his bed.

"answer the question."

you groan, too exhausted to argue with him right now, "like, maybe four. why?"

staring at your spent body, you've noted him getting stiffer inside you. and when you say 'four', he nods politely and pulls out. only to ram right back into you, causing you to yelp and tense up, though that only vitalised him more, having your walls clamp down on his hard cock.

"what the hell?!" you squeal, gripping onto the sheets for stability.

"i'm going to fuck you four times over." he states plainly, starting his metrical thrusting once again, slightly hindered by his own cum stuck to your walls, thus forcing it deeper into you.

you grab your own thighs for comfort, biting your bottom lip as he trashes your insides. "but i already finished." you stutter out.

"wow, the bitch can count." he declares sarcastically, pushing this glasses back up the bridge of his nose while his hips fiercely work against you, "so how many are left?" he asks mockingly.

"three." you grit with your jaw nailed shut.

"three." he repeats in confirmation, his watch devoted to how your greedy pussy swallowed him up; so defiled and raw, yet well-behaved and doting.

his cock was ruthless, tearing into mercilessly and asserting his power over each and every inch of your juicy walls. although, even as he ploughed into you, the thought still crossed your mind that you are lucky tsukishima asked how many times you and yamaguchi had sex, opposed to how many times he made you cum. otherwise, you'd be here all night.

with how wet he was making you, soon there was such an amalgamation of fluid in your cunt that sloppy, drenched sounds bleated through the room, joining the chorus of wanton moans and gasps for air. this new sound prompted him to grunt, "'m not gonna stop until i make this filthy pussy squirt."

you've never done that before but with the way he is laying into you, if you're capable of doing it, you know for a fact he's going to be the one to achieve it. the mixture of his dirty talk and cock tirelessly ravaging — yes, ravage, not ravish — you, the warmth inside you didn't even get a chance grow or be nurtured before you were already releasing yourself all over him for the second time.

he couldn't even tease you for it though, because the impossible hold your pussy had on his sensitive cock threw him over the edge before he knew what hit him either. your tight hole wrung him for whatever he had left. "shit." he spat. couldn't even pull out until your climax had finished and your grip on him loosened. once he slipped it out, he loathed how much of his own cum covered his dick. "filthy fuckin' hole."

gathering saliva in his mouth, he spat on your already soiled pussy, slick with fluids beyond your knowledge by now. his searing saliva making contact with your cunt and dripping down your ass didn't bother you as much as it should, you're far too fucked out.

it didn't help when kei put his hands to work; one abusing your clit and the other fingering your hole. a whimper leaves you in response to him at it again, so hastily. he simply rolls his eyes at your feeble noises, "don't pretend like you don't want this. you can't get enough it."

you bring your hand up to your mouth, pressing the back of it against your lips and whining it while he fingerblasted you, poking at the most delicious spot.

"tell me to stop and i will." he demanded, glaring at you through knitted brows, awaiting a reply.

you choked, knowing you love it too much for it to end. the way he squirms his fingers inside you is like magic, bring heat and passion to places you've never experienced before. in fact you're so obsessed and overcome by it, no words can even form in your mind, it's too clouded with pleasure. instead, you just gaze at him with that carnal glint in your eyes; a look that speaks a thousand words.

he smirks, "that's what i thought."

his fingers continued to jerk in and out of you at a rapid rate, he even slipped in another one for good measure, rewarded by your inarticulate cries for mercy, soon followed by the known feeling of your tenacious pussy around him as you climaxed.

wiping his fingers clean against the bedsheets, he lightly lifts his cock — which was given time to harden as he watched your body shake in lust-fuelled daze — and he frowns when he realises how messy it has become.

naturally, he yanks you by the wrists, so you are sat upright on the bed. he then points to his cock, but doesn't say a word, he wants you to know what to do.

and unfortunately, you do. let it be known you only leaned forward to suck and lick it clean because after three orgasms, you don't have the core strength to sit up straight. you're only able to use your mouth to clean half, for the rest you try to use your hands to wipe, that is until he grabs your wrist.

"don't try to pretend that a whore like you can't deepthroat."

you never have, but you figure with tsukishima staring down at you impatiently, burning holes into the top of your head, now would be a better time than any to try. you slowly push yourself forward on his length, allowing it to slither down your throat, careful as to not trigger your gag reflex.

though you were only able to take an extra inch or two before you started convulsing around him. you reel away from him and gasp for air, temporarily suffering from a short coughing fit.

tsukishima just rolled his eyes, using his hand to get rid of the fluid closer to his base that you didn't get. "for a total slut, you're not very good at it."

once you eventually stop coughing, you glare at him and he smiles, motioning for you to lie back down. you gladly do so, spreading your legs. when he takes them in his arms, you assume he is going to place them on his shoulders like last time, but rather, he depressed them until they are both as far down as their go towards your head and he essentially has you pinned in a mating press.

your thighs burn though it's not the worst pain you've felt today by far. he savours the sight of both of your holes on display for him now, and runs a ponderous finger between them, grazing each one lightly. he momentarily considers using your other, pristine hole but quickly shuts that idea down, having never done anal and not interested in new endeavours today.

he keeps a firm grip on your legs, keeping them in place as he slides into you, aided by the fluids pooling at your pussy. he's quick to reestablish a rhythm in his hips — a lusty man who doesn't tire that quick — but the effects of the previous highs are beginning to show, as each thrust becomes sporadic and wild.

yet he's invigorated by your insatiable hole, he knows you need him and he's going to give you everything he has. not because he likes you or anything, no, your orgasms aren't for yourself, they're for him. his knees are buckling, and sweat is dripping from his chin to get revenge for you sleeping with his best friend, and teach you the consequences of your actions, or something like that.

something hot brimmed inside you as he pounded into your pussy, it was savage and scorched your core. it boiled and stirred within you, expanding by the second. "kei.." you want to explain the feverish sensation to him, and beg him to help you release it, every drop. but you're so spaced, that is all you can stammer out.

"(y/n)." he grumbles, embarrassed by how he's overjoyed inside your sweet walls. they just hold him so tightly, and he knows what’s impending now that they're refusing to let him go. "look at me."

his commands fall of deaf ears, and you use any strength you have left to rock into his length, and you lose yourself in the sound of him slapping against your ass and your own winded moans.

though you're instantaneously snapped back into reality as a harsh impact stings your cheeks. you gasp quietly, refocussing your eyes and looking up at tsukishima. did he really just hit you? and why did you kinda like it?

those were the last coherent thoughts you could muster, as his furious pace perserveres and he yells, "look at me for fucks' sake!" frustrated with your purposeful defiance, he angrily pushes your legs down further so your ass lifts off the bed and he can plough into you from above.

"look at me when i talk to you, okay?"

this time you nod timidly, pure ecstasy luring you to roll your eyes back or throw your head in all sorts of direction in order to deal with it, but you somehow resist, not daring to take your stare off him for even a moment. your blinks become heavy and long, tempting you to simply close your eyes and be escorted to realm of passion, but each time you pry your lids open again to face his anguished state.

he can't help but be slightly charmed by how hard you're trying. so obedient, perhaps he has finally fucked you clueless. "good. see," he pants, grinding into you while rolling your nipples between his fingers, trying to distract himself from how close is, "things are so much easier when you listen."

the burning inside your abdomen persists, a uncomfortably horny warning. it's got a hold of you and won't let up. kei's cock tickles your cervix but even then, you need more to take you all the way.

and he knows this; he's a quick learner so by the fourth round, he already knows the tells of your supple body for when you are about to climax, and currently, he reads them all over you. so like any cruel person would, he slowly right down, giving you just enough stimulation to keep you high, without facilitating an orgasm.

"kei.."

"full name."

you know exactly what he playing at, and alas, you are desperate enough to go along. "tsukishima." you croak.

"and what is it you want?"

"to finish.." you virtually sob, you can feel it gradually slip away from you, dissolving in the pit of your stomach. "please."

"and what are you?"

a best friend; a top student; a beloved sister. so many valid options, yet you know exactly which one will appease him. "a cock-hungry slut."

"perfect." he beams, strangely amiable for a split second, before he starts ramming into you again, even more violently. using every ounce of stamina he has left in him to dick you down, squeezing his shaft all the way in and out of you, hips knocking against your ass.

there's a dam inside you, and as he wildly thrashed against your wall, you felt it start to crumble. hot liquid gushes out of your pussy, ejaculating more with each sloppy thrust, spurting out over the sheets and his lower half.

you were barely able to pay attention to what happened down there, as piping release rushed through you, giving rise to a shriek-like moan and spasms in your overstimulated pussy, unable to bear the ache any longer.

watching you squirt around his dick — in tandem with your fluttering hole, bouncing tits and trembling legs — a salacious image; it didn't take tsukishima much else before he was unfolding and dumping his final load within the confines of your quivering walls.

your high had subsides by the time you let go of his cock, and he pulled out from you with a intense gasp, as though he had been submerged under water and came up for air.

he let go of your legs, allowing them to fall down to their usual place. his heart is thumping in his chest, and so is yours. having been standing the whole time, he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, situated in front of you. looking over his shoulder, his eyes remain glued to your twitching body, entranced by how your bare chest rises and falls.

you're not over what just happened. he was in you for so long, your pussy feels empty without him, but relieved. you lock eyes with him, and he's a mess. damp hair stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, skin gleaming with sweat and glasses that had sunk to the end of his nose. it should be illegal to look so good while in such a state.

absent-mindedly, you reach out while still lying down and push his glasses back up his nose. though there isn't a lull in his blank demeanour, he says, "thanks."

you weakly smile back, "no problem."

he grimaces at your sickeningly sweet display, "don't get the wrong idea. i still hate you."

"i’d hate me too."

[elix8r]

PRADA SHOES + I LOVE YOUS TEASER

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader 

GENRE: smut, angst, crack, (some?) fluff, college!au, exes to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au, socialite/richkid!au

SUMMARY: Life as a socialite wasn’t all champagnes and designer labels, especially not with the turn your reputation took due to a simple misunderstanding. Now, you were being painted by everyone as a big fat cheater who shattered her sweet boyfriend’s heart—a narrative that couldn’t be further from the truth. In reality, it was him who had betrayed your trust. Frustrated and feeling deeply wronged, you returned to society and the new school year after a summer of cutting off contact with everyone and the drama. But just when you thought you were ready to face the world again, you were blindsided by something unexpected: the lingering effect Heeseung had on you. And who could blame you? Heeseung was way too hot for you to get over in just three short months and now, seeing him with the girl he once told you not to worry about all over him? Oh, it was on. 

You refused to be replaced, labeled as a crazy ex, or forgotten. No, you were going to make Lee Heeseung realize that you were the best motherfucking thing to had ever happened to him. 

WC: 1.3K for teaser (i'm thinking 20k+ for the actual fic)

WARNINGS (FOR THE TEASER): profanity + mentions of infidelity

RELEASE DATE: Unknown but I am aiming for before summer ends

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone!! lt's been so long since I've posted one of these so I decided to give you a really long teaser and also cause this is going to be a long one to write so you'll have to be a little more patient! But I hope you guys enjoy this and is excited for this fic cause I love writing it! Everyone is so messy (and lowkey kinda terrible) but it'll be a fun one so pls look forward to it!! Lmk if you wanna be on the taglist ☺️

Heeseung was going to fucking kill Jake Sim. 

When he woke up this morning, you were the last thing on his mind, something he seemed to have finally freed himself from. However, all the hard work he put into casting you away from his mind seemed to have been in vain, as now all he could think about was you and how you had returned after three months of radio silence with the guy you cheated on him with.

Livid didn’t even cover what he was feeling, and it was evident in the way he swung his club. Each hit seemed to be driven by a surge of pent-up frustration.

“What the hell, man? That’s the third time today you’ve been way off course. What’s going on?” Jay shot him an incredulous look as he tried to locate where the golf ball had landed.

Heeseung let out a frustrated groan as he ripped off his glove and shoved his driver back into his bag. “Y/N’s fucking back.”

That was all Jay needed to hear to understand what was going on with his friend. "Shit, I saw. I’m sorry dude, it’s fucked up."

Heeseung was in no mindset to be playing golf right now. All he wanted was to go back home and wallow miserably in his bed. Unfortunately, they were only on hole ten of eighteen, and judging by his performance today, Heeseung knew it was going to take awhile.

"Did you know?" Heeseung couldn't help but blurt out, his frustration evident in his voice as he watched Jay effortlessly swing a shot miles better than his own.

Confusion flickered across Jay's face as he turned to face his friend. "What do you mean?"

“Did you know that she was coming back with Jake?” Heeseung felt his jaw tense as he mentioned his ex-friend.

“I didn’t even know he was with her until today. Honestly, I thought he’d just fucked off somewhere and didn’t bother telling any of us, considering how things went down. You know me, I would’ve told you straight up if I had found out earlier.” Heeseung trusted Jay implicitly. He was as loyal as they came, but unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for everyone in their friend group.

"Do you think Sunghoon knew?" Heeseung's question elicited an audible groan from Jay.

If anyone in their friend group knew how Jake spent his summer, it would undoubtedly be Sunghoon. However, Sunghoon was notoriously tight-lipped, especially when it came to sensitive matters. Since the breakup, the entire friend group had undergone an incredibly awkward shift. It seemed that everyone had more or less chosen a side, and allegiances were clear.

"You know he wouldn't tell us anything if he did. It's getting ridiculous. The other day, I saw Gaeul and him having brunch or something at the clubhouse, and the moment she spotted me, she practically sprinted over to explain herself. She claimed she's still 'Switzerland' in the whole situation and hasn't chosen a side," Jay recounted, frustration evident in his voice. 

Heeseung almost snorted at the absurdity of it all. Their friend group had never been one to keep secrets or tiptoe around each other, but the last few months had been nothing but that. The betrayal by you and Jake had not only affected Heeseung's relationship with you but had also tainted the dynamic of their entire friend group.

“Literally, what is there to be ‘Switzerland’ about? I mean, this whole thing isn’t even complicated. Everyone saw them go into the bathroom together and come out literally holding hands. Trust me, I know what she looks like after giving head, and that's literally what she looked like in that video Beomgyu sent. Plus, Karina literally heard them.” Heeseung angrily got into the golf cart as Jay fished the keys out to start driving.

“Okay, well, no offense, but in all honesty, Karina’s probably not the most reliable source, cause she’s in an extremely biased position, but I guess that’s beside the point.” Jay’s words seemed to instantly bring a frown upon Heeseung’s face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heeseung’s tone sharply switched up in an almost defensive manner.

Jay, feeling this shift, nervously cleared his throat as he stammered, trying his best not to offend his already sensitive friend regarding an even more fragile situation. “I mean, uh, well. You know…”

“What?” The grip he had on the seat of the golf cart seemed to get tighter as he waited for his friend to elaborate.

“Dude, you can't be serious? You know Karina’s been trying to ride your dick for the past, what, give or take ten years? I mean, we all know that she’s never had a good relationship with Y/N, and I’m pretty sure most of that resentment stemmed from the fact that you’ve always been head over heels for Y/N.” Jay slowly parked the cart and turned off the engine as he explained.

Still not understanding Jay’s point, Heeseung furrowed his brows, shooting his friend another annoyed look before getting out of the golf cart. “What are you trying to get at?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re dense. I mean, the last couple of months before Y/N cheated on you was the closest you seemed to have gotten with Karina because of that final project that you guys had or whatever. I mean, you were with her more times than you were with your own girlfriend, and knowing Karina, she seems like she could be delusional enough to have maybe taken that as a sign that you were interested in her? I mean, this is all speculation, but I’m just letting you know what we all saw.”

Jay cautiously treaded this topic. Heeseung was his best friend since they were babies, and he would always be on his side, but Karina was never anyone’s favorite with her extremely polarizing personality. He had no allegiance towards her, not to mention that she wasn’t actually even in their friend group and always only ever found lingering around wherever Heeseung was, so it was much easier for Jay to actually see through her. In fact, it seemed that all of their friends could pretty much catch on to Karina’s end goal except Heeseung.

“So you think it’s my fault that Y/N cheated on me?” The air got tense as Heeseung snapped at Jay while snatching his 7-iron out of the bag. “Just because I spent some time doing a stupid fucking school project with Karina doesn’t mean it gives her reason to go and suck off one of my best friends.”

Jay shook his head even before Heeseung was done with his sentence. Heeseung seemed to not be getting the point. “Fuck no, dude, that’s not what I’m saying. Karina has an incentive: you. If she gets rid of Y/N, then it means you’re up for grabs. Of course, Karina didn’t force Y/N to get on her knees for Sim, but she was the first one to come running, telling us what happened even before Beomgyu sent that video.” Heeseung was trying hard to focus on trying to get his ball on the green as he geared up to swing while listening to Jay.

“So you don’t think she should’ve warned me of what she heard?” He swung precisely, but it seemed that this whole course, to be precise, wasn’t going easy on him. He’d be lucky to get even a double bogey on the par-4.

Jay slightly grimaced at Heeseung’s shot. “No, it’s not that,” he let out a sigh as he walked over to Heeseung. “Look, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I know the past few months have been fucking hard because of what Y/N put you through, and I just want you to be careful. Karina’s always been kind of a conniving, spoiled bitch who finds a way to get what she wants. Just because she’s been warming your bed every night since Y/N fell off the fucking Earth doesn’t mean she should be someone you start trusting.”

There was nothing he could say back to his friend’s words and it seemed that what Jay had said clung on deep to Heeseung's thoughts throughout the day, casting a lingering shadow and leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mind.

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SKZ When They Get Mad At You

Warnings: They're all basically assholes, blood(Chan), swearing, Changbin MIGHT be cheating?(might make a pt2)

Part 2 HERE

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REMINDER! THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND IN NO WAY CORRESPONDS TO THE ACTUAL MEMBERS OF SKZ

Bang Chan

You woke up to find your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. You yawned, used to Chan leaving you alone in the dead of the night to work on music. You leaned over to check the clock, and sure enough, the time read 1:24AM. You wrapped your blanket around you before sleepily trudging over to the living room, where Chan was working his songs. He was wearing headphones, so he jumped a little when you tapped him on the shoulder. "Babe, I'm a little busy. Go back to bed, okay?" Bang Chan gave you a small, tense smile before turning back to his work. You shrugged, thinking he would be fine with you sleeping next to him instead, since you never stayed in dreamland that long without the warmth of his body. You walked to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and filling it with milk from the fridge before microwaving it. As you walked back to Chan, half-asleep, you didn't notice your blanket slowly slipping down until it was too late. Your foot stepped on it and you plunged towards the floor. A sharp pain bloomed in your temple, and when you reached up tentatively to touch it, it felt wet. Your stomach dropped as you saw the large blotch of red on your finger. You had also spilled almost all the warm milk on Chan laptop and legs, destroying the keyboard. Oh, and Chan was panicked, too. Just not about you. He was livid, basically screaming at you. "Oh my god, Y/N!" He yelled. "I told you to go to bed, why couldn't you have fucking listened?! And milk, of all things, too! Did you really need me to come back to bed so bad that you had to destroy my fucking laptop?" "I-I'm s-sorry." You were on the verge of tears, looking at the mess you made. "I d-didn't mean to. I c-can...I can fi-fix it." You ran to get paper towels, but when you were starting back, Chan stood in your way. "Out." He commanded, eyes directing you to the door. "Right now." You nervously laughed, disbelieving. "Chan, it's 1:30 in the morning. I can't-" "Out. Now." Chan basically spun you around and marched you out the door and into the apartment building hallway, slamming it behind you despite your cries and protests.

Lee Minho

"Four hundred dollars?" Lee Know yelled incredulously. "You spent four hundred fucking dollars on dresses?" "You told me to get something nice for myself." You were standing in front of Lee Know, feeling like a child getting scolded. The dresses in question were at your feet, thrown there haphazardly by your fiancee in his chaotic rage. "Yeah, one thing. We're stretched thin enough as it is with the wedding costs, how are we gonna afford all of this?" He shook his head disappointedly. At this point you were sick of being accused. "Well, if your parents hadn't called me a 'gold-digging brat who puts out for money,' maybe mine would be paying." You reminded Lee Know of his mom's first words to you when you announced your guys' engagement. After hearing those awful words, your parents had insisted that if they were paying for the wedding, the groom's parents had to be uninvited. However, you had known how much Minho wanted his parents to be there on his wedding day, so you guys agreed to pay for it yourselves. "Do not bring my mother into this." Lee Know's voice turned cold. It's not her fault she was right." "...What." You grit out, daring him to say it one more time. "I mean, with all of this, I'm starting to believe her. First the expensive alterations on that old wedding dress, then the custom-made cake you want, and then the luxury catering." Lee Know shrugged. "At this point, you're basically living off my paycheck." "Lee fucking Minho, take that back. First of all, that wedding dress has been in my family for YEARS, the custom cake is because your parents have at least 28 collective allergies that I'm 100% sure are half made-up, and, don't forget, the luxury catering was your idea. And second of all," You take a small breath before picking up you bag, keys, and phone. "You don't need to pay for any of that, because I'm calling off the wedding." And with that, you leave the apartment, you leave the building, and you leave the love of your life behind. And you don't even care.

Seo Changbin

You crawled into bed, frowning playfully at your already fast-asleep boyfriend. He must be tired from today's schedule. You think, admiring his face. As you snuggle under the covers next to him, you hear a buzz from the side table. You reach for your phone, checking if someone messaged you, but accidentally grab Changbin's instead because you guys both have blue phone cases. You're about to put it back when a notification pops up. Side Hustle: Hey Bin! Just checking in to see if we're still meeting up tmrw at 2:30PM! 💘 "Whatcha looking at?" Changbin's sleep-addled voice says from behind your shoulder. You turn the phone towards Changbin so he can see the message. "Who the fuck is 'Side Hustle' and why are they texting you this late at night? With a heart emoji, no less?" You almost snarl. Changbin's face betrayed his surprise as he snatched the phone out of your hands, turning it off and turning on you instead. "She's-" "She?!" You whisper-yell, absolutely livid but not wanting to awaken the other members. "Yes, she. She's a client at my side job. Why were you even looking anyways? Do you distrust me so much that you have to check my phone when I'm asleep?" Changbin looked at you with disgust. "Should I? I know for a fact that idols don't have enough time to have two jobs, and even if they did, the company wouldn't let them interact with girls for fear of any dating rumors." You return Changbin's glare with fervor. Why was he lying to you? "So either you're cheating on me, which I'm leaning towards, or you're lying for some inexplicable reason. Which is it?" Changbin huffed in disbelief, running his hands through his hair angrily. "Don't pretend to know about my life." That comment hits hard, especially because most of the time you and Changbin were attached at the hip. "Am I not a part of it?" This time you huff in disbelief when Changbin doesn't answer. As you get your phone and head to the door, you turn back. "For the record, Changbin," You grit out. "Fuck. You." And with that, you slam the door behind you.

Hwang Hyunjin

"Angel, I'm home!" You called to your boyfriend. You set down the groceries and took off your shoes, noticing that your boyfriend hadn't come to greet you yet. "Maybe he's still at work?" Opting to unload the various veggies and fruits later, you made your way to your guys' shared room. "Love? You there?" "Where the fuck have you been?" You hear Hyunjin's voice from behind you. You whip around, unprepared for the agression coming from your normally serene boyfriend. "I stopped at the store to get groceries. Didn't you get my text?" "No, I didn't. Just like you didn't remember about our appointment with JYP's PR team. I hope bell peppers and strawberries were worth not being able to go public." Hyunjin brushed past you, leaving you scrambling for an apology. "Shit, I am so sorry! I got caught up at work and then I just wanted to get home, and it completely slipped my mi-" "Save it." Hyunjin's tone is so cold it sends shivers down your spine. "What's done is done." You know persisting won't help your case, but you try anyway. "No, wait. I'll email the PR team and explain, please. I know how important this meeting was for you, I promise I'll make it up." "You can't." Hyunjin sighs. "You know what my manager said? He said that if you couldn't bother to make the meeting, were you really worth risking my career for?" You swallow the lump in your throat, You can hear the sadness in Hyunjin's voice, the defeatedness that you caused. "And y'know what?" Hyunjin finally looked at you, eyes sad and angry and disappointed all at once. "I think I might agree with him."