#one thing i do hate about where i am like academically is that i know SO MUCH abt these topics but since all my informaiton has been from

[junkspam]

I feel like so, so, so many people are so, so against transandrophobia and say that the theory and discussions of it are all transmisogynistic and they're all MRAs, and I would love to not fall down the wrong path, so I go searching and searching and searching for posts where people talk about transandrophobia in their attempts to debunk it and tell people how it's wrong, etc. But I feel like I'm reading words with no meaning, none of it ever seems to make sense to me or get through to my head or actually change my feelings or opinions.

And, like, I'm quite severely disabled! My disabilities directly make it difficult for me to understand and wrap my head around things, especially when complex academic language is used. Like I have actual language and communication barriers that make these things hard for me.

And I have always fully understood, known, and recognized that just because it doesn't make sense to me, doesn't mean it's not correct/true or something, doesn't mean it's wrong. That's precisely WHY I'm so adamant about knowing that I need to read what everyone is saying on all "sides" of this discussion, because I am fully aware of this fact!

But I feel like a huge issue is because it feels like there's an extreme gap in what people talking about transandrophobia are talking about and what people who are against transandrophobia are talking about. And people who are against transandrophobia never really actually focus on the ACTUAL things that people talking about transandrophobia are saying.

Like, "they're saying that trans women oppress trans men" literally who is saying this. If there's like a few people saying this genuinely, sincerely, then yeah, that's horrifically transmisogynistic and incorrect. But I literally see with my own two eyes that people are literally not saying this, they are saying the literal opposite and are actually time and time again stating this over and over because people keep claiming they're saying that. But people KEEP saying that they are saying that! But I am literally SEEING and READING with my OWN TWO EYES that people are saying, over and over again, the EXACT OPPOSITE, and it makes me feel crazy. Like, am I missing something? Is this just me?

Just for once, I wish someone would actually sit down and take the time to go through the actual posts in transandrophobia tags and take the time to go through them, screenshot them, link them, talk about them, go over the posts and actually debunk the actual things that are being said.

And I feel like I keep asking people this and I see dozens of others doing the same with no responses more often than not.

And of course there ARE posts out there that people have made that talk about transandrophobia! That try to talk about how it's transmisogynistic and try to "debunk" it and I read these posts, I've read a lot, and each and every time they fall into one of these categories:

Regurgitating and trying to "debunk" things that people talking about transandrophobia literally are not saying (like with the "they're saying trans women oppress them" example). I see this the most often, I see these types of post more often than any others.

The OP says and has said things that are incredibly hateful and transphobic towards and about trans men ("trans men are theyfab whiny babies one step from detransing and becoming terfs", "transandrocunts", *insert "jokes" about CaveTown*, etc.)

It says things and/or comes from someone with opinions I vehemently, strongly disagree with and fully know are wrong/bad opinions/beliefs (the amount of transmedicalists who are against transandrophobia... The amount of ace/aro-exclusionists... The amount of biphobes... Need I continue). I simply don't trust your opinions about LGBTQ+ rights and LGBTQ+ issues if you don't even think asexual people are oppressed or can't seem to wrap your head around the concept of, like, a bigender lesbian who is both a man and a woman.

I cannot understand it (is it my disabilities? Something else?). I read it several times over. I revisit it and re-read it if it happens to come up again at another time. I still can't understand. I still don't get it.

It screenshots a post that I've never seen before that is extremely obviously transmisogynistic to me. Like, if I had seen it in the wild, I would immediately know it was transmisogynistic. These types of posts are some of the least common ones I see, but they happen.

And then rarely I do actually at least learn something from a post. But not often and not in any ways that have, like. Changed my opinions about transandrophobia.

Is it just me?

[lapdogchase]

i love psychology classes i love this shit. because i know like everyything but i get to share my opinions on the reading and i LOVE having opinions

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

Astarion doesn't ask for affection because he can't..... yet.

Ah, more tea steeping in this seeming endless sea of thoughts. This brew is a bit strong on the heart. Read with caution.

Warning for game spoilers and talk of abuse.

This perspective is from game content only. How anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right. No blame, no shame, it's your game.

I was always miffed at the lack of initiated affection from Astarion as a partner. YOU ask him for a kiss. YOU ask him for a hug. YOU ask him to tell you thank you after being an amazing partner and killing a massive beastie just for him! Brat...

But then I had a sudden realization. Given his past, affection is probably insanely hard to ask for. Like it can be for a lot of us.

Stay awhile and listen. (nerd)

Now when I speak of narcissistic abuse I am only speaking from what I know about it. I have no academic or phycology degree on the matter. Just good ol' tossed in the pond and forced to sink or swim experience.

Astarion spent 200 years under the crushing weight of narcissistic / psychopathic abuse. One of the things these types of abusers love to do is take what you love and make you hate it and then make you hate yourself for ever having liked it to begin with. All very nasty business that. But it's one of the main corner stones for the cage they build to control you.

They make you feel as if the request of a simple hug is the most pathetic thing you could ask for. Or the most selfish thing as it inconveniences them. They don't want it, why should they give it to you?

Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..

200 years with a master who used him like a tool. 200 years with siblings that fought amongst each other so much comfort was a liability. Nights coming home assaulted only to be mocked for your tears. Insulted for your need of comfort.

"Pathetic! Weak! Disgusting! "

Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..

Affection was nowhere to be found there, I assure you.

And for a Narc. anything given is expected to be "earned" in any way they see fit. And if you were "rewarded" with anything, it comes at high price.

And how dare you not find it fair. You ingrate!

Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue..

Hugs are pathetic. Kisses are an intrusion. Or they become gateways to other unwanted behaviors. To be held...what are you? A baby? The only way you are going to get held, is down.

Shame, belittle, degrade, devalue.. The pattern continues.

But you ask HIM for a kiss. And he says..

"There is nothing I'd like more."

And he means it.

I'd bet a mountain of gold he wants to just ask you himself. But years of conditioning to expect pain when seeking pleasure probably keeps him in a choke hold. Like rats that are shocked every time they try to eat food out of a dish. They learn it is safer to starve.

"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but they might think i'm weak. But if they ask me first then it's them who wants it and they can't degrade me for it because they asked, not me. It's safe then."

"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or hug, but they might reject me for being too needy and shame and berate me for being so selfish or demanding of their time and person. But if they ask they have time and want me to kiss/hug them."

"I want to ask Tav for a kiss or a hug, but my primal brain keeps telling me they might demand more than I want to give in return for it. But if they ask, I have the power of negotiating the outcome."

This leads me to believe he would view sex and affection very differently as well.

Where most find affection safe and nurturing, it's anxiety educing and unsafe. It means there are feelings and if there are feelings there is the risk and fear of rejection or judgment. It's much scarier.

Where most find sex to be connecting and intimate, it's been used so much it's lost any meaning. Something you can do a thousand times over and walk away the second it's done and feel nothing afterward.

This may even be a part of the reason why he wants to stop having sex.

He wants to connect with you in ways denied to him. He wants the experience of being courted, treasured, nurtured. It means so much more to him than sex. It is so much more connecting.

Feeling this way is wretched and lonely. The most basic instinct is to want to seek comfort in the arms of those who love us. But it's broken. The risk is too great.

And it's hard. Because you could be the sweetest most honorable Tav in the whole of Fearun. But after being fed poised apples one too many times, all apples appear poisonous regardless of if is true or not.

I have no doubt that this prickly elf soaks up every second of non sexual affection you give him. And truly is grateful for your patience while he slowly and carefully disarms the safety measures he put in place to survive. The fact that he even allowed you to touch him like that at all was a monumental act of trust. And why not? You are incredible after all.

I'm going to go ask my elf for a kiss now. And then cry in my cup.

[op1umeyes]

I am OBSESSED with ur hotch story’s, if ur taking requests could you do one where the unsubs lawyer (when the unsub in the the interrogation room) is hotches academic rival and then just normal rival back when he was an prosecutor or smth

thxxx

~ 🔮

Some Things Never Change

Aaron knew it was you from a mile away- your laugh, your posture, your voice. Back in college, he had all the time in the world to memorize everything about you to make sure to avoid you and anything to do with you.

You were talking to another woman near you, stoic face bringing back every memory of every test, quiz, and assignment you had silently boasted about- getting the better grade (best out of the class).

You turned, the door opening twenty minutes earlier than scheduled grabbing your attention. Aaron watched you closely, giving nothing away about how he felt. Your face- mirroring his own bland expression- gave nothing away. But the way your right pointer finger and thumb twitched made Aaron tilt his head up in acknowledgment.

You stared back, eyes glinting. Were you excited to see him, even though you had been sole rivals in college? Was that… anger? In your eyes? It would make sense if you were mad, I mean, Aaron was your competitor for so many years. But Aaron couldn’t decipher the way your lips started to move before he heard his name being called.

“Who’s that?” The woman at your side inquired. She let her gaze drop and examine Hotch thoroughly- possibly too thoroughly.

Just like you did at school, you kept Hotch pinned with your sharp eyes until he finally turned his head away. While his back was towards you, you let yourself note how his shoulders and back had filled his suit jacket nicely. His crisp black pants were not like the sweatpants and jeans he was usually wearing in college- something that made you unconsciously smile at. Hotch’s dark hair was brushed neatly away from his face. “No one. Let’s get to work.”

Hotch watched you bid goodbye to your assistant after the judge had sustained a recess. Your mannerisms had changed since college, Aaron noted, but didn’t altogether disappear. You still kep a solemn face even in the face of stress, your left eye still narrowed slightly whenever you suspected someone was lying, and you still tilted your head back when you laughed. Maybe some things don’t change, Aaron mused.

Before he knew it, Hotch found himself darting over to fall in line with your steps. “You look well, l/n.”

In response, you shook your head. “What do you want, Hotchner? Come to ask me to lay off of your clearly guilty client?”

Hotch cleared his throat. “Well, no. I’d cone to ask you if you’d like to grab lunch.”

“To compare test scores and personal case statistics? No thanks,” you brushed off quickly. When the hallway came to and end, you pressed the button to the elevator without sparing a glance at Hotch. Deep down, you were worried that if you even looked at him, all those years of convincing yourself that you actually hated him would fall apart.

“No, y/n. I wanted to get lunch with me so we could talk. About anything. You can choose.”

Aaron cursed himself for sounding so… pleading, but clearly he was embarrassing enough to finally get you to look at him. And when you did finally meet his eyes face-to-face? The world faltered.

The unspoken accusation in your eyes were as bright as ever: an oddly comforting fact that soothed Aaron to know you still loved your job. Your cheekbones weren’t flushed like they usually were when Aaron got one more extra credit point than you. Your lips were pursed- beautiful and breathtaking as he remembered- as you observed him.

“Italian. I’m driving, you’re paying.”

Aaron smiled. “Lead the way.”

You tilted your head up a little- like you did whenever you bathrd in the success of winning. Some things never change.

[axiina]

I saw your post about writing for Coriolanus Snow Andi was thinking classic enemies to lovers nsfw I’ll give you free liberty with everything else 💕

'I hate you' is new 'I love you'

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral afab)

Summary: When your professor tells you to come to an agreement with your enemy, and you take 'come' too literally.

Words: 3.2k

Themes: smut, nsfw

Warnings: using of 'you' to reader, set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, more like academic rivals to lovers but they want to fight at some point so I guess it counts, NSFW | public sex (or more semi-public), unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), p in v sex, kinda toxic but it's enemies to lovers, more like enemies who fuck, Coryo is pretty rough and possessive, marking, making out, idiots in love but they prefer fighting with each other

Author's note: I found some free time between studying, so I decided that I can no longer delay. English is not my first language so i hope that i didn't do too much mistakes. It is possible that a single "she" or "her" will appear here because I changed the concept during writing and I do not know if I got rid of everything. Let me know whether to stay with the use of 'you' or maybe replace it with personal pronouns or 'y/n'. I hope it's not written very awkwardly and you will like it!!

Coriolanus Snow is a peculiar person. Most people love him. Nice, classy, handsome and rich from a wealthy family. What more could one want? However, one of Coriolanus' traits that everyone seems to turn a blind eye to is his two-facedness. Some say this is merely a symptom of his cunning and wits. He knows when and how to behave to make his counterpart happy. You are not one of those people. Saying that you and Coriolanus Snow don't like each other is a huge understatement. You guys hate each other. From the very beginning when you both met at the academy it was known that you would cause a lot of problems. Too much of a character difference, or perhaps too much of a similarity between the two. However, this is not what is crucial. Whatever it is, it makes you two most likely to kill each other if you could. Every move you make you do to screw each other up. To prove who is better.

Professor Satyria's pleas for you to finally come to an agreement are of little use. The conflict must go on, and neither of you has any intention of giving up.

You like the way things are working out. At first, Snow was annoying and you didn't understand how people couldn't see him for what he really was. Fake. Now he is still annoying, but getting under his skin has become a sort of routine. Quite a pleasant one.

"You have to get along with each other and set a good example as rightful citizens of the Capitol, otherwise the Academy will draw out the consequences."

Professor Satyria's words continue to ring in your ears as you get ready to go home after finishing classes and doing punishment work. On the one hand, you don't want something as silly as arguing to weigh on your future, but on the other hand, reaching out to agree is like admitting you were wrong. Failure.

"Wherever I am you must also appear. Are you obsessed with me?" Behind your back, you heard a familiar, annoyingly kind voice, in which you could sense some arrogance. You groaned turning around to see no one else but Coriolanus.

"Don't you have anything better to do? People are finally getting tired of your idiocy?" Your words, however, did not budge the blond. His expression remained unchanged. One that might make most people think he is a nice person. You, however, have known him long enough to see right through it. Perfect. Too perfect.

"We need to talk. A positive outcome for both sides. It will interest you." Well, the threat of Satyria. He is the first one to extend his hand for agreement. Where is the trick? You look at him suspiciously without saying a word, and so Snow takes it as a sign that you are thinking about the proposition. "Do you have free time? Maybe we could go out somewhere together?"

The suggestion makes you burst into laughter. "With you? No thanks, I'll pass on this pleasure."

Coriolanus is not surprised by your answer. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. Accepting rejection, however, is not his strong point. He is annoyed by your behaviour, but he bites his tongue to avoid responding in the same spiteful way. Instead, he doesn't give up.

"I know we were never on good terms, but I want this war between us to end. I hope we can put behind us all the bad things that happened between us and start fresh. What do you think about this?" he says, sounding quite sincere.

"Let me think." You say and sigh, pondering the answer, which is obvious, but you can't let go of a little malice. "No."

The expression on Snow's face became more serious. It seems that your refusal offended his pride. But he doesn't show it in his tone of voice.

"Why not?" he asks and you notice how he clenches his jaw and his gaze becomes unpleasant.

You enjoy the view and it fills you with satisfaction. "Because you think that with a pretty face and fake politeness, you can get anything. Maybe it works with others, but I'm not that stupid. Additionally, you are damn annoying. That's why."

The expression on Snow's face becomes dark. Typical when he fails to get what he wants. His usual tone is completely gone. His face is twisted with anger. He still tries to maintain a polite voice. The attempt fails.

"Do you want to repeat it?" he asks through his teeth. It's obvious that you've hit one of his sensitive points. That was the plan.

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding behind the mask of a nice and put-together boy from a highly placed family who is a veritable ideal is tiring, isn't it?" A mockery can be heard in your voice. Coriolanus is very sensitive to it.

"What do you think you know about me?" He asks through clenched teeth, his tone no longer artificially polite, it is filled with rage. Your mockery has really gotten to him. He tries to calm down, but it's all in vain. Coriolanus has never had problems with self-control, but something about you makes him ready to abandon everything. You manage to get him off balance with ease. In his head, he has one plan. To destroy you.

"Do you think you pretend so well?" You burst out laughing and shake your head. You know you shouldn't say such things. The academy is practically empty, and Coriolanus's angry enough can be unpredictable. However, you can't help but point out everything that annoys you about him. "It's actually quite easy to see what kind of person you are. You look at people with disgust, but when they look in your direction, you suddenly change dramatically. how fake you are to everyone. I wonder how they don't see it. How empty and shallow you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" Snow shouts at you, his face twisted with rage. He is barely able to control himself. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He stares at you with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you dare assume that you know everything about me. You don't know me one bit. You don't know what my life is like. Don't think so highly of yourself. You aren't better than me." He continues, his voice getting louder with every word he says. You really hit his sensitive spot.

"I don't know everything and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. For me, the most important thing is acts, and in your case, they are fake and two-faced. You despise people, and you yourself are at the bottom." Irritation takes over. You know that at any moment you can say one word too many if you haven't already. However, someone has to talk it all out for him. Adrenaline makes you take a step closer to the upset boy without considering the possible consequences.

Snow seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wide open with rage. He is breathing hard, trying to control himself. He's not used to being treated this way by anyone. He has come this far over the years, solely because of himself and what role he has taken in society. You really succeeded in hurting his pride. "I warn you right now. Don't mock me any further."

"Why? What will you do? hit me? do it, I dare you. Then everyone will see how "perfect" you really are." You know the situation is starting to get dangerous. However, you come closer. It's stupid, you know it, and yet you do it. Maybe it's the way his reactions give you satisfaction, or maybe it's the way he looks at you.

You can see the hatred oozing from his eyes when they are locked on yours. His face is full of rage, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense.

He takes a step toward you with a clenched fist. You can see his knuckles turning white. He grabs you and presses you against the wall, his body against yours.

A second later, you feel him pressing you against the wall tighter than before, and his hand grips your throat.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. Your heart is pounding as if it wants to jump out of your chest. You feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen. His eyes are cold, yet they make a pleasant shiver run through your body. His face is right next to yours, flesh pressing against yours. It was a matter of split seconds as you two pressed your lips to each other in an aggressive and hungry kiss.

He returns the kiss, wrapping his free hand around you. He seems to enjoy the kiss as much as you do.

You can feel his body trembling as he still tries to keep control of his overwhelming emotions, or maybe it's because of the situation you're in.

The two of you kiss aggressively. Snow's body shakes as he fights between his desire and how much you get on his nerves. You feel how rough but passionate his kiss is.

He draws you closer and your bodies press against each other. The friction of your bodies makes you uncontrollable over the muffled whimpers you make. You feel the bulge forming in his pants rubbing against your body.

The situation seems hazy, and only fragments register in your mind. How you both enter the bathroom without stopping your hungry and clumsy kisses, and your hands work to get rid of clothes that only makes it difficult. How Coriolanus presses your body against the wall slamming his hips against yours.

All this is to express yourself and give vent to all the negative emotions you have been holding for years.

Snow's body is now almost completely controlled by his emotions. His movements seem full of hatred and at the same time passion. He just wants to express himself using his flesh to claim you as his own.

You feel as if you are on fire, your body moves and reacts according to your desires. The tension that has built up between you for years is finally released, and it all comes out as raw passion.

His fast and aggressive movements make the place where your bodies meet burn in a pleasant way, and you think to yourself that it will be a miracle if you walk normally tomorrow. His dick stretches you nicely and his movements make your inside sting slightly. It's not a problem for now. Not now when your legs are wrapped around his waist and the only sounds you can make right now are moaning and repeating his name like a mantra.

Your body trembles at how rough his movements are, but you don't care now. The most important thing for you now is to show him how much you hate him. A broken moan leaves your lips when he reaches deeper.

Coriolanus feels your legs tighten around him. He moves slower now but is more passionate and rough. He holds your hips tightly, not caring if it is uncomfortable for you. His lips move to your neck, where he bites as if he is trying to unload all the emotions you are causing you this way.

His hips buck firmly against you. Each thrust makes your body more tired and aching but at the same time, it makes the whole experience even more pleasurable. If someone told you that you would end up having sex with your biggest rival in the academy bathroom, you would laugh in that person's face. There you are, panting, with your arms around his neck when Coriolanus Snow is abusing your cunt sensitive from too much friction.

Coriolanus brings his lips closer to your ear. His warm and irregular breathing makes a shiver go through your body. "Do you like it when I claim you as mine?" He purrs, his voice still filled with desire.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," You exhale in a trembling voice that takes a lot of trouble to keep from cracking. You bite and suck at the smooth skin of his neck, leaving there dark marks. "I hate you, Coriolanus Snow."

"I hate you too," Snow says with a low growl as he continues to hold you. He bites your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin. His moans are muffled by your skin, which he touches constantly, as if afraid that at any moment you might escape and leave behind only a faint memory.

You hate him, but you enjoy him. You are pleased when he takes you as his own. You are excited when he uses your body. You feel his passion and desire through his body. You feel his raw passion and it's hard to hate him now.

"oh go to hell" You hiss and bite your lower lip to stop your moans, feeling him moving faster.

He doesn't care if he hurts you or not. All he cares about is that you belong to him right now. His hips slam against yours in an aggressive peace. The bathroom is filled with sinful noises because you don't even think about the fact that someone might come in and hear them.

"you may have already fallen in love, but with me, it's not so easy" A trembling laugh leaves your lips. You feel your head getting foggier and foggier. It's hard for you to put together a meaningful sentence, "but you're doing a good job" a loud moan leaves your mouth. you close your eyes and throw your head back "mmm my sweet toy."

He hears your moans of pleasure, and his eyes close with a smile. He has won and he knows it. Snow always lands on top. He presses you against the wall with his body even tighter. His movements become more sloppy and deeper as if he wants to bury himself inside you. His body trembles as his lips leave broken moans and whimpers.

Passion is so strong that you can almost forget about hatred. You can almost fall in love with Coriolanus Snow. Almost. But you know that what you feel now is only lust, and you know that it's all temporary.

Not him. Not the arrogant boy whose whole life is based on lies. Not that boy who doesn't care about anyone. Not that boy with a beautiful face and mesmerizing blue eyes. Not him.

You press closer to his body, almost clinging to him as a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body.

Coriolanus lets out a raspy throaty moan feeling your walls pulsate around him. His voice is low and shaky. He doesn't seem to notice anything except the way you cling to his body. He moves faster and harder, making sure he satisfies you completely.

Snow is fully immersed in feelings. He can't think clearly or rationally. He only knows that he has to claim you, that he has to satisfy his needs. He wants to feel you and make the most of the situation. All his thoughts and desires are focused on you. His hip movements speed up as he reaches the climax. He hides his face in your neck to muffle his moans. His body stiffs as he comes inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist. you cling to each other, still not making contact with the real world as your breathing slowly calms down.

What happened in that bathroom is over, they both return to reality. Snow steps back slightly and helps you stand on your own two feet. He looks at you with heavy eyes. All the emotions he had been hiding inside him had finally been released.

He has won and he knows it. He has succeeded. But what now? Was it really worth it? This is not a question for now. Coriolanus does not look far into that future with his thoughts.

You look at each other in silence. Slowly you begin to realize what you have done and now you look at each other awkwardly and somewhat panicked.

Coriolanus is the first to break the silence. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is faster. The passion he felt a minute ago still lingers in his heart, something he tries to hide from you. He looks at you with a somewhat absent and uncertain gaze

"Do you think we should forget what just happened?" He tries to make his voice sound normal as if nothing had happened.

"Definitely." The words leave your lips before you have time to think. You stare at each other in silence for a few more moments and begin to quickly put on your clothes.

Snow is surprised at how quickly you agree with him. He needs to make sure this is the end of what just happened between the two of you, so he adds.

"If anyone asks, it never happened." He now looks at you with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.

"You don't have to tell me," you scoff, buttoning your shirt, "if you tell even one soul, I'll kill you, I swear."

Coriolanus looks at you with small amusement while fixing his jacket. "I hope you won't become obsessed with me after this."

"Maybe in your dreams," you say with a slight smile fixing the collar of his shirt. " you better be careful that you are the one who will be lost in memories of me." Before you leave the bathroom you stop in front of the mirror and fix your uniform and hair. Coriolanus smiles for a moment but then quickly clears his throat and tries to look cold.

You both come out of the bathroom, look at each other and part your lips, as if to say something to each other, but you look at each other in silence "Now everything is back to normal. We can still hate each other," you say, but this does not improve your mood at all.

"It never happened," Snow says trying to look you in the eyes, wondering if you're thinking about it too. He wonders if what he feels is real, or if it's just a moment of passion.

"Never" You agree by nodding your head. Your gaze goes down to his mouth. As you look into his eyes again without a moment's thought you move closer to him and press your lips to his in-hungry kiss. He kisses you back wrapping his arms around you to bring your body closer.

You parts away after some time and you both catch your breath for a moment after this passionate kiss. Coriolanus is completely consumed with passion and there is nothing in his mind but you.

You move away and nod to each other as if you have just made a deal and each is walking in your own direction in a much better mood.

Maybe that's not exactly what Professor Satyria meant when she said you two should come to an agreement, but it certainly worked.

[silenceofserenity]

BNHA BOYS as book tropes - PART 1:

Pairing (s): bnha boys x gn! reader

↳ Includes: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima & Kaminari

Part 2 includes: Sero, Shinsou, Shigaraki, Dabi & Hawks HERE

IZUKU MIDORIYA

↳ SLOW BURN

you and Izuku got partnered for a hero strategy project, analysing past battles and having to create counter-strategies

"if we adjust reaction time for this move we could- oh uhm, I'm talking too much again, I'm so sorry!"

he's always a little shyer with you around, fumbling over his words

the night before submission, you two were at the library studying late when he stops you

"wait... would it be okay if I... walked you back to your dorm?"

you thought that his nervousness was adorable

"sure, I'd like that."

the walk is quiet and all you can hear is the wind

"you're incredibly smart, you know?"

it caught you off guard but it felt... nice? like butterflies in your stomach

the project was now over so you two weren't expected to continue meeting up

the slow building tension lasted weeks after until you decide to finally say something

you go into the library - your safe space where you and izuku became close - looking for some form of comfort

until you see him there... looking for something? or someone?

the two of you looked at each other for a few moments

"y/n, i like you a lot!"

"i like you, izuku!"

a... mutual confession? at the same time??

"wait, what? i-i mean, i've liked you for a while but i didn't know if you-"

you cut him off, "me too!"

BAKUGO KATSUKI

↳ ACADEMIC RIVALS

you and bakugo have both been competing for the top spot in class since before you could remember

every exam, every project was a battle to see who could outdo the other

"you should just give up now. i've already won."

you take your seat next to him, rolling your eyes

"i don't give up bakugo, why would i start now?"

the whole session is intense, even though it's just a 'short 'practice' test which isn't going to make a difference to your grades

every time he saw you write something before he did, he would complain under his breath

"damnit."

suddenly you get to the last question

you don't remember learning this...

quickly glancing at bakugo to see if he's struggling too, you notice him already writing

panic seeping through, you rush to write down an answer just as bakugo stands up

you glance up from your work to see him smirking down at you

"you better hurry up, don't want to be the last one finished."

smacking your pencil on the desk and standing up with your test, you smile at him cockily

"last one finished, my ass."

you stride to the front of the class to give the teacher your test as bakugo leans on the door with a confident grin

"if you wanted to copy me so bad, you could've just asked."

you freeze, "hey! i did not copy-"

but he's already out the door, smirking at you over his shoulder

SHOTO TODOROKI

↳ FAMILY RIVALRY

you grew up being taught that the todoroki family were snobs who never had to work for what they got

so when you were partnered for a training exercise, you could imagine how awkward that went

"so do you have a strategy?"

"mhm"

you'd been trying to talk to him the whole exercise but he continued to shut it down

"right... so are you going to explain it or am i expected to just follow your lead?"

a nod. a fucking nod.

that caused you to snap, "you know, you could at least pretend that you care, or is ignoring people just a Todoroki thing?"

he froze.

slowly he turned to look up at you, "you think i'm ignoring you?"

you opened your mouth to answer but he cut in

"look, i already know how this works. you hate my family, so you've already made your mind up about me." his gaze sharpened, "so why should i bother to change your opinion?"

the question had caught you off guard because honestly, truth be told, you didn't really hate him, you were just taught to

"todoroki-"

"shoto." his voice was softer now, "i know what my family has done to yours, but i'm not like them. so please... call me shoto."

EJIRO KIRISHIMA

↳ MUTUAL PINING

you and kirishima have been friends for ages, always side-by-side - training or hanging out

but recently you can't help but think something feels different?

the way he looks at you a little longer, or how your heart flutters when you see him smile

everyone can see it - except you two

"you two are practically dating already!" mina teases

"no way! we're just friends!"

but the awkward silence and mutual look after says otherwise

kirishima begins using training together as a subtle (or not so subtle) way to show off his strength

"I bet you can't beat me, y/n!"

"well, i don't lose, Ejiro so bring it on!"

after that particularly tough spar the two of you collapse on the grass smiling, looking up at the stars

you see his heard turn, like he's about to say something but he pauses

you notice and decide to say something first

"do you ever feel like... we're waiting for something to happen but don't know what it is you're waiting for?

he swallows hard, "yeah. all the time."

another wave of silence

"y/n, i think we both know what it is we're waiting for."

before you can answer, he leans in as his lips gently brush yours and for once, this is what feels right.

DENKI KAMINARI

↳ ONE BED TROPE

it was a school trip / training camp and somehow the two of you got partnered up

he was so excited about sharing a room with you that he begged for you to let him pick which one to stay in and for some stupid reason, you said 'okay'

before you two got to the room, he was making jokes about how you should just sleep in his bed

he opens the door for you to look around, clearly pleased with his choice

you step into the room and immediately freeze. one bed.

"are you kidding me? what is this? you didn't think to ask for two beds?"

"huh? wait what... oh damn. that's crazy. I definitely asked for two, must've been an accident."

"an accident?!"

he just grins and flops onto the bed, spreading out like he owns it

"well, i guess that means we have to cuddle now, huh?"

dumbfounded, you threaten to sleep on the floor but he pouts dramatically until you give in.

when the lights go off, he's quiet for a bit until you feel a shift behind you

"you cold?" he says in a way where it almost sounds like he's trying to make you believe you are

"denki-"

before you can answer he throws an arm around you and shushes you, mumbling your name sleepily

"shh y/n, we can talk about how stupid this is in the morning, for now, this is okay. please?"

[beegalactica]

How to be an A* Student in 2025

2025 is the year of THE academic comeback, but it's not just a comeback, it's a full academic GLOW UP. The best part about these tips is that this is not meant to be short-term, this is meant to help you create long-term hot girl habits that will help you year after year after year.

Imagine being a student is like training in the gym: if you want to see long-lasting results, you don't go to the gym for a while and then drop off and get lazy, so why do we see studying as a long-term chore, when it's a long-term privilege?

So many people worldwide dream of having an education, but do we really want to waste it all by scrolling on social media and rotting in bed? I don't think so.

Get organised: Get your notes in order. Turn a subject topic into a cheat sheet or revision booklet. Update your notes after each class. Get your homework out of the way as soon as possible. Create a list of all your topics for each class and rate each topic Red/Orange/Green based on how confident you feel - when it's time to study, start with the red topics.

Create a schedule: If you like things being super organised down to the last detail, try time-blocking and schedule specific time slots to complete your tasks. If you like being more flexible and fluid, set subjects to focus on each day and write a rough to-do list (I set one main task per subject). Make sure you do the subjects that you hate more than you do the ones you like, revising is meant to be uncomfortable, that's how you train your brain and overcome challenges.

Stick to it: Use the Pomodoro technique if you struggle to sit down and start. Start on a 5-minute break to train your brain to slowly stop what you're doing and get started. I would recommend 25/5 repetitions but if you're like me and can deep work for hours with full concentration, do what works best for you but do not end up working for hours without breaks or water. Make sure you take breaks to move around, hydrate and rest your brain and eyes.

Just sit down to start: if you really struggle with procrastination, set up all your work, put your phone away, and just stare at your work - that always gets me to start working because I get bored.

Prioritise long-term gains: Top students focus on studying little and often rather than cramming the night before. This can be 1 hour a day for 5 days prepping for a test vs 5 hours the night before. If you have a period where you don't have any tests right then, but you know you have a long-term exam coming forward, why not spend just 15 minutes to make sure your notes are organised? Always think about the big picture. The topic might not be the most important thing right now, but you know it will be important in the final exam, so if you have some downtime, why not make sure you're confident in it?

Work-life balance: Whilst it's good to be an academic weapon, your social life doesn't have to suffer at the same time. This is why scheduling is so important - it helps you utilise your time efficiently, and limit how much time you waste trying to decide what to study, so you can have more time to spend on things you love. Dedicate 1 hour a day to something you love to do and make sure you do it!

Find what works for you: Experiment with different techniques. Just because one technique works for one subject doesn't mean it will work for another. Just because it works for even just one topic doesn't mean it will work for another. Don't be afraid to switch things up and curate your study habits to suit your tastes. Always remember - the only person it has to make sense for is YOU.

Let me know if you would like more tips or a more in-depth explanation about any of these! I am really passionate not only about education but also about how we can all harness it to become well-rounded people. I have also been a straight A/A* student my whole life so I have many tips to share!

[gublernatural]

Hiii! I absolutely love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something about Spencer reid and reader who have just started dating and they get into their first ever argument and it’s a bit angsty but cute(?) cause he gets all worried while reader is more experienced in the relationship department so she (or gn!reader, your choice) doesn’t worry as much cause she knows it doesn’t mean they’re over? And then he gets all pouty and clingy when they make up cause he hated being far from her sm🫶 I know its very specific and idk weird so its totally okay if you don’t wanna write it but I’d really appreciate it!!!

as an insecure certified lover girl i love this request and i am so sorry it took me so long to get to <3

spencer was not expecting you to leave. to argue, to complain, even to berate, but to leave? the thought the didn’t even cross his mind.

the argument had started over something stupid, probably like a teasing remark that had gone too far, or the fact that he had been nagging you about doing the dishes. he wasn’t sure. all that filled his mind now was the fact that you walked out the door and slammed it behind you. he wasn’t sure where you went to, or if you were coming back.

yet, he was frozen in place. his knees had begun to shake as tears started to well up in his eyes. for a genius, you are really fucking stupid, he thought. he couldn’t believe he blew things with you, already.

you two hadn’t officially been together long. only around 3 months, but had spent much more time together prior to that. he was truly falling for you, something he wasn’t expecting to do. he loved the way you laughed and the way you listened to him. he loved that you were always there to greet him with a wide smile and a tight hug when you he came back from cases. he loved being around you and he loved the positive energy you put out.

and he just ruined all of that over some stupid argument.

spencer was rarely one to be unsure. after all, he is a genius, so there wasn’t many things he didn’t know. but, standing alone in front of his apartment door, he was clueless. should he run after you? should he wait it out? should he start packing up all of the things you’ve left at his apartment over these three months? he didn’t know.

so, like with most things he didn’t know, he was going to research. sure, to the common person googling “what to do after a fight with your girlfriend” would be corny, maybe even a little dumb, but not to spencer. when he couldn’t figure stuff out, he found other sources that could. so that’s what he was trying to do now.

much to spencer’s dismay, he was met with a whole bunch of editorials. not a single academic paper, dissertation, or research project had been conducted on the topic. so, he took what he could get and began reading over the newest People Magazine article titled “steps to making your girlfriend happy after being a bad boyfriend”.

he wasn’t sure how long he’d been reading, or how many different pop culture magazine websites he’d accidentally signed up for on his old desktop by the time his phone rang. it startled him, but he moved quickly to get it, assuming it was hotch calling him to come in for a case.

his heart sped up but his stomach dropped when he saw your first name, with the little otter emoji next to it. you had picked it, spencer didn’t even know there was an otter emoji.

his thumb slid over the answer button as quickly as he could move it, but once he brought the phone up to his ear, spencer couldn’t find any words.

the line was silent for a minute. you weren’t sure if he was even breathing on the other side. you wanted to give yourself time to cool off, separate from spencer. his little remark about your poor cooking skills had gotten to you, and you didn’t want it to become a massive argument. you didn’t know that spencer had spiraled after you left.

“are you going to come over or what?” you couldn’t help but let the residual anger you were holding slip out. despite this, spencer’s breath caught in his throat. you heard him take a deep exhale before saying, “you want me to come over?”

the desperation in his voice was so apparent, it broke your heart. any anger you were holding onto, or any bitterness about the comment he made completely wiped away when you heard spencer’s voice. you guessed that he had probably been crying. you softened your tone, and spoke slowly as you answered him, “of course i want you to come over, spence. we don’t get to have two sleepovers in a row very often.”

spencer’s hand was shaking as he listened to your words. he thought for sure you were going to break up with him. all he said was, “i’m on my way.” before hanging up.

you shouldn’t have been surprised at spencer throwing himself in your arms when you opened the door for him. he always craved physical touch, despite his fear of germs. he knew you and he cherished you, and all he wanted was to be close to you.

your hand snaked around his back as he buried his head in your shoulder. you tried to pretend you couldn’t feel the tears escaping from him. he wasn’t sobbing, there was just other way for him to have the emotional release he needed than to allow his tears to fall. your hand rubbed lovingly over his back, letting him adjust to being back with you.

“i’m so sorry,” he muttered against you. his hands were balled up between you two and you could feel him nervously squeezing his fists tighter. “spencer, it’s okay,” you assured.

you pulled away from him, only to wipe his tears away and move his hair out of his face. despite his height, he looked so tiny and vulnerable. “i didn’t mean to upset you,” he whined. “it’s okay,” you repeated, grabbing his hand to move him to the sofa.

you sat across from him, but he stared at the floor. “i thought you were breaking up with me,” he muttered. his voice was quiet and gentle. you couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. “why would i do that?” you moved closer to him, tucking his hair behind his ear to get him to look at you. “i-i don’t know! you just left and you were angry and i thought you weren’t coming back,” tears were filling up his eyes again as he finally met your gaze.

“spence,” you cooed, “couples fight and sometimes they need space. a little argument like that is nothing. we’re okay,” you promised him. he nodded, then reached out to pull you into his chest. “i don’t like when you storm out like that,” he said. “‘m sorry,” you mumbled against him. he just nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

[poisoned-fruit-prose]

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

synop: you get frustrated when you realize viktor is making more progress than you on hextech.

wc: 1037.

includes: just fluff. reader is a secret mage, and their connection to magic inspired them to start developing hextech. reader and viktor are academic (and romantic) partners. lots of czech pet names. he loves you so much.

author's note: been writing a lot of fics relating to being viktor's "only one" (instead of jayce, though jayvik is still very close to my heart) as if they're memories he's looking back on. maybe this will be some sort of anthology series. hope you enjoy.

Your face scrunched up in the exact way Viktor recognized as your last straw. Before he could speak your name, you were already storming out of the lab, stray papers billowing behind you.

Viktor knew to let you cool off for a moment—the frustration of not understanding was unlike any anger comparable. It was self-deprecating, self-destructing, and the sole reason an institute such as the University was build to assuage. There was no point in consoling you before you were ready. You could read the writing on the wall. Viktor was going into territory you couldn’t follow; he was getting too advanced. You would either have to play catch-up or give up altogether. Both, in your mind, were options only for those who have lost.

Viktor gave you an hour. Well, forty minutes before he decided to get up—it took him twenty to make it to the garden he knew you were stewing in. Your form was predictably balled up beneath the swaying willow tree, the branches engulfed in golden light from the sunset.

He rested his cane against the trunk and grunted as he sat down beside you. He spared you the embarrassment of looking at you; he knew you hated how you looked when you cried. Instead, he looked out over the pond for a long moment.

“You know, I get frustrated too,” he murmured.

“Not over little things like this.” You sniffled. Your tears had long stopped, but you always seemed to have a stuffy nose for the rest of the day. And a godsdamned headache.

“No, admittedly not. But you know what I do get frustrated with?”

You didn’t move, didn’t speak. Viktor shrugged and spoke anyway.

“When you don’t see just how intelligent you are. Just because you cannot understand some of the technicalities of Hextech does not mean you are any less brilliant. You are two things, drahá. You are a scholar, and you are a mage.” He clicked his tongue. “And no matter how far we push Hextech, I cannot begin to fathom what you understand about the Arcane. There is a reason you are my partner on this, and a reason I want you as our guide.”

“Yet if anyone knew I was a mage, I’d be hunted down and killed.”

Viktor sighed. “Maybe not killed—but hunted, yes. That is why I also say you are a scholar. You do not put all your eggs in one basket. You aren’t just a being of magic. You are a perfect storm of words and ideas. You see things others cannot, write things others could only dream to dream of. I cannot let you go around thinking you are stupid when you are the one that conceived Hextech in the first place—the one I go to when I’m stuck and need a fresh perspective.”

“What good am I to the world with words and ideas? Everyone has words—it’s those who can make physical improvements that are the most lauded. You take my words and make with them. How could merely thinking of it compare?”

“That is preposterous, miláčku. Everyone may have words, but it is those who wield them with uncanny ability that give people like us a goal to work towards. Who would I be if you had never explained to me the possibilities of harnessing magic? Likely still following Heimerdinger around, an occasional project here and there—but now I have a hand in changing the world. Your words, your ideas, they are not separate of that. I have the ability to make fire, sure, but you have the ability to use it. You are the foundation of my work. I can only go where you have laid down a path. That is where you lack self-awareness. You are exceptional because your ideas are mixed with your smarts. You dream big, you conceive higher, yet you haven’t thought of anything impossible. Not yet.”

Viktor reached over and gently placed his hand atop your arm.

“And do not think that an award from the Council is the highest honor in life. You have done good for all of Runeterra—but for me especially. If I had the choice, I would shower you with accolades and statues, miláčku. You are an extraordinary thinker, an analytical mind, and a mage immune to the trivialities of academia.” His hand slid up to lift your chin, guiding your gaze back to him. “And you are not that far behind me in invention. Don’t let one problem destroy your vision and hope. You will work through it. You always do.”

You looked at him a long moment, then sighed as you laid your head atop his shoulder. He welcomed you, leaning equal weight against you and holding you still with a hand on your waist.

“...I’m sorry for storming out,” you murmured. “I know that was unprofessional.”

Viktor clicked his tongue. “Oh, please, do you think Jayce is professional?”

You both laughed softly. You sniffled again as you rested a hand atop his knee.

“I think… I’m frustrated, because I want to use magic to help you. And I keep failing. And without the documentation of magic before the Rune Wars, I feel like I’m grasping for a fly in a fog.”

“Don’t worry about me, lásko.”

“You know I can’t do that, Vik.” You nudged him, solemnly playful. “People like you are the reason I started trying to harness the Arcane.”

“Hextech is for everyone.”

“You aren’t included in that?”

Viktor sighed, then leaned up to press a kiss to your hair. “Of course. I just worry you tunnel vision because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you miss a breakthrough.”

“Breakthroughs that don’t lead to you getting better are useless to me.”

“But they are useful for everyone else.”

“Yes, but…” You gently squeezed his leg. Viktor used his free hand to take yours.

“I understand,” he murmured as he watched his fingers lace between yours. “We will both be just fine. Your concern is endearing, but it will cloud you in your studies. Make Hextech your top priority, and my health will be right there with it. And with me, lásko, always comes you.”

dividers used: clouds • scribble

[the-moon-lullaby]

i am so glad you are back! i really missed your headcanons. I would like to make a request, do you have any hcs for Nath in UL? ^^

Nathaniel UL Headcanons (Filling the Gap between HSL and UL)

N/A : Hey dear ! Took so long for that request because somehow it showed at the bottom of the request box. Since you've been vague enough, I took the freedom to write about Nathaniel in UL before Candy's return (I feel like this part and his transformation have been really looked over in the game). I am working on prompts (whenever I get time) about the LI in UL so unless the request is about a specific situation, I keep the headcanons for these little one-shots. Hope you like it darling !

Let’s set the bases with where we left off in HSL

• Candy helped him get emancipated, as we know but it’s also the first time he truly takes control of his life. This was like a major milestone in his life.

• Even though he’s free from him, the damage done by his father persists (as we see during graduation day in HSL). Nathaniel still carries the pressure, the expectations, and the anger.

• He moves into his own small apartment and gets Blanche.

• At this point, he still works hard in school, but there’s a weight lifting off his shoulders.

• He graduates with excellent grades, valedictorian, great motivational speech, but he feels strangely empty.

• With no father to fear and no academic chains holding him down, he realises: "I don’t know who I am without all of this." And that’s when he doesn’t apply for business school or anything like that but he applies for something the actually cares about : literature.

• He’s accepted into Anteros Academy, and he tells himself that college will be a fresh start.

• He cuts his hair shorter, trades his button-ups for casual shirts and jackets. He’s a new man really.

• And everyone from high school (Alexy, Rosa, Priya, even Castiel) assumes he’s finally free from his chains.  But Nathaniel has never felt more lost.

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Year 1 of UL : The Breakup & The Downward Spiral Begins

The Long-Distance relationship (the fail of the year) 

• Candy and Nathaniel start university still together.

• He tries so hard to keep things normal, to not worry her, to act like he’s doing fine on his own.

• But he isn’t. He’s struggling, feeling isolated, and the pressure is still crushing him.

• He doesn’t talk about it. He convinces himself: « She has her own life now. She doesn’t need to hear me complain in addition to it. »

• Every phone call becomes shorter, emptier. Messages go unanswered for longer. Nathaniel starts feeling like he’s losing her. But he doesn’t really tries to hold onto her. He starts to feel like it’s pointless. 

 The Breakup (during pre-exam season because I’m horrible)

• Candy brings up how different things feel between them.

• Nathaniel hates where the conversation is going but doesn’t fight it.

• When she says « Maybe we should take a break » he just accepts it.

• Candy was expecting a reaction—something, anything. But Nathaniel just answers with « If that’s what you want. »

• He doesn’t say he’s hurting. He doesn’t say he’s scared. He just lets her go. But that night, he stares at his phone, reading old messages.

• And he doesn’t text her. He doesn’t call. He tells himself « This is fine. »

• If he doesn’t acknowledge the pain, maybe it won’t exist.

• But the consequences of this breakup are impossible to avoid : it’s really sad  but Candy was the only person he ever truly let in (Armin was the second but it’s different). And now? She’s gone.

• After everything that happened with his family, his mind makes the shortcuts on its own :  « Being vulnerable means getting hurt. » Or  « If I let someone in, they will leave me. »

• So he stops letting people in, period.

He’s so emotionally unavailable at this point, like don’t even try. 

• He doesn’t start seeing other people right away but at some point it happens (I mean he’s a brooding handsome blonde, of course he draws attention c’mon) but iIf a girl starts getting attached, he shuts it down.

• The moment a girl says « I like you » or asks him personal questions, he’s done.

• Melody learns this the hard way. She tries to understand him, to fix him (I just know this girl didn’t drop it in college and when she heard he was single again, she gave it another go)

• But he shuts her down so brutally that she never tries again. She’s bitter about it, and they never speak again (fucking finally).

• He starts gaining a reputation as someone who is cold, distant.

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Year 2 of UL :  The Turning Point (where it goes wrong)

• Nathaniel has been feeling off for months, he just feels numb. Nothing went the way he wanted and his college years were not the new beginning he expected. He almost feels that it’s even worst than high school (because this time, he doesn’t even have a goal and certainly not one as simple as getting good grades and fill up paperwork for Mrs Shermansky)

• Which is why, after months of repressing everything, he snaps.

• He gets into his first fight at a party (Kim invites him to one as it was thrown by the sport club of Anteros, where a friend of hers is a member of) and it isn’t just about the drunk guy who provoked him.

• It’s about his father, his past, and every feeling he buried. Kim has front row seat to his crash out. But so do Alexy, Rosalya and Priya.

• He’s never felt anything like this before. There’s a thrill, the rush of finally fighting back. He feels guilty when he realises it but he wants to feel it again (it is the first time he’s felt something real in months)

• Some people are repulsed by his behaviour, some don’t understand it (like the old crew). Some guys, however, are impressed. And that’s how the mess starts (because I hate how the og script based all of his arc on some bad meeting in an alley, it seems too « easy » idk)

• Word spreads fast. He starts getting invites to more parties, meeting people who aren’t exactly students. The guys he meets are street-smart, reckless, and shady.

• They introduce him to gambling or other stuff, and eventually the world of small-time crime (and easy money).

• He starts running "small favours" for them (carrying things, keeping an eye on situations) He finds control in chaos.

• Unlike his family, unlike Candy, unlike his old friends, these people don’t expect him to be « good » (which he believes he isn't or not enough). They only expect him to be useful. And for the first time, he feels like he belongs somewhere.

• His fights become frequent (sometimes on campus), but strategic. He doesn’t fight just for the thrill anymore. He fights to prove something.

• His grades start slipping, but he doesn’t care.

• Girls start paying more attention to him, and he quickly realises: he can have anyone he wants. Even if it’s just for the night.

• Alexy, Rosalya, and Priya notice the change. He’s quieter, colder, and more distant. That’s when they start distancing themselves from him.

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Year 3 of UL : The Repercussions and Playboy Era

• Alexy and Rosalya have officially given up on him. Priya still wants to believe he’ll come back to his senses. 

• But he sees the way they avoid him on campus, the way they whisper when he walks by. Even Castiel’s look on him as change : it’s still sheer distaste and condescension but also something that vaguely looks like worry.

• He doesn’t care. (He does, but he pretends not to. He’s burned too many bridges.)

• Nathaniel proves himself to the shady guys he’s running with.

• He’s not just some dumb fighter, he’s smarter than this. He helps them plan better, avoid cops, and move things more discreetly. He likes the power and control he has over people now just as much as he enjoys the adrenaline rushes. 

• But at the same time, he knows he’s in too deep and it starts to scare him a bit.

• He argues with his mother over Amber’s health. He tells her she’s failing both her kids. The argument ends badly. His mother stops sending him money.

• Nathaniel officially cuts ties with his family (except for Amber).

• Kim is the only person he has left. She’s the only person he trusts. (And by association, Violette too, but she’s a bit scared of him even though she doesn’t believe he’s a bad person)

• He crashes at her place often, sometimes covered in bruises, sometimes just exhausted. She doesn’t push, doesn’t judge but she also doesn’t pity him.

• She reminds him of who he was before everything went to shit.

• By this point, most girls on campus know what he’s like. But some still try. They think they’ll be the one to fix him.

• They’re wrong (and they ended up heartbroken or ghosted, often both)

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Year 4 of UL : Candy’s Return

• His reputation is set in stone now : He’s now known as a troublemaker. Even professors keep an eye on him (even though he hardly ever goes on campus if not for his frequent hookups) 

• The thrill of his activities isn’t enough anymore. His job is keeping him busy, but he feels hollow.

• But he keeps going because what else is there to do? What’s the point in doing anything else when everyone already turned their back on him ?

• When he sees Candy is that alley, he doesn’t expect her. He isn’t prepared. And when he sees her, it hits him like a punch to the gut. Especially in such circumstances (being harassed by two guys he knows and works with)

• He plays it cool. He smirks, acts like nothing’s changed (but he feels like he’s about to crash out). A part of him wants to push her away immediately. The other part? Wants her to stay.

• But he knows if she stays, she might see through him. And if she sees through him, she’ll see what he’s become. And he doesn’t want her to look at him like she’s disappointed.

• Alexy and Rosalya warn Candy about Nathaniel. They tell her he’s not the person she knew. Kim doesn’t warn her, but she tells Candy: “If you’re going to talk to him, don’t expect the boy from high school.” And he sure isn’t.

I think that it would have been great to explore more what happened to Nathaniel during that time (especially if he was Candy’s LI). Their breakup wasn’t just an emotional loss but also a trigger (even if she was just a friend too). Nathaniel’s entire spiral clearly comes from a fear of being vulnerable (which lead to being emotionally constipated), a need for control (which leads to fights, crime, and reckless behaviour) and a desire to be needed & respected (which makes him seek validation in all the wrong places). Perhaps seasons this with a bit of fear of abandonment and you got the perfect angsty love story with an emotionally unavailable blonde. Anyway, I hoped you liked this (I literally tried to go psychologist mode on this one, so I hope it's not too biased but yeah, I think it's easy to tell I really liked Nathaniel character and quite thought about it) <3

[ki-kink]

Love your transformation stories; they're wicked hot. I am a clean cut, type A, academic, professional, reasonably fit guy, but love the idea of being covertly or unconsentingly tranformed. I've always wanted to give up control, give into urges, go blank, and have someone think for me

Dearest mom, the new semester has started well. As I haven't really recovered from the accident during the vacations, Coach has suspended me from the lacrosse team for the time being. Our physiotherapist has recommended that I go to the gym a bit more to strengthen my muscles again. You know I hate the gym. But I can't do without sport. Apart from that, everything is fine, the first lectures were very interesting. Contract law in particular seems to be exciting. I like the professor. Best wishes to dad, your Philipp

Dear mom, I know you're going to hate me, but I got a tattoo. Almost all the boys at the gym have one. And I love the gym and want to be one of the boys. The training is having an effect, your little son is starting to grow. Please don't show the photo to Dad. And don't tell him that I'm thinking about switching from law to business studies. Somehow I'm just not cut out for reading laws. All the best, Philipp

Hi mom, I'm having a short break between my shift at the gym and my own training. Yes, I've found a cool gym where I can train even harder. They're open 24/7 and the good thing is that I can earn some extra money here. Still as a janitor. But maybe soon as a trainer too. And there's a cool tattoo studio right next to the gym. Don't worry, I'll take the piercing out when I get home for Thanksgiving. My studies are going so-so, it's possible that I would have failed for the second time if I'd passed. That would suck. Tell Dad I need money. These supplements are bloody expensive. Yours Phil

Yo, what’s good, ma? I know, it's been ages since I hit you up. Been dealing with some heavy stuff. Got booted from uni and tossed from my pad. Crashed at some buddies' places and even on the couch at the tattoo shop. Now I’m chillin' with Luke, one of the piercers. Dude knows how to vibe, for real. Ever hooked up with a guy rockin' a PA? Straight 10, bro! Wait, the old man’s coming over? He lookin' to throw me back to school? Better watch it. I've been in the gym more than he has. Mom, Luke’s calling. Next round’s on! Catch ya later, P.

Shud tell u dad's cumin home 2morrow. Im thru w/ him. He's a real stud fo' an boomer. But ig u no tht! p

[old-fandom]

HELLO! I HAVE AN ESTABLISHED TEEN STANCEST IDEA!

Idk what I would call this but basically, it's "Ford is part of a DD&MD group with a bunch of other asshole losers who basically use Ford for his basement and Stan is the stupid but hot twin brother that the guys all talk made shit about both sexually and bullying wise. Ford is pissed about it."

Basically, Ford is invited into a group at high school with a bunch of other outcast losers who decide to let Ford join because he has a basement they can use to play. They used the play at another guys house but their mom kicked them out after they broke one of her coffee tables wrestling over a dice roll. Ford, for the first time, finally has a group of guys that he could call his friends. These "friends" are assholes. They're comic book snobs and misogynistic white knights and anti-deodorant wearing teenager boys. Think incel but less "I want to kill women" and more "I am smarter than everyone here due to my impressive and ultra rare card binder and everyone else is a poser if you don't know this trivia fact!" But none the less, Ford is accepted into the fold. He's able to actually play the game, or at least, be DM, which he doesn't mind! In fact, he likes being in charge. He's still a little shy but he's slowly cracking out of his shell, being less cagey and more open with jabbing back at the others taunts and even being able to continue the flow of conversation effortlessly. He's able to be nerdly aggressive where his threats, his taunts, his nerdy accomplishments that aren't academic are recognized and envied over. It kind of works for the group and Ford is happy.

Except for one thing.

They all have a thing for Stanley.

And Ford hates that they have a thing for Stanley.

Stanley is perfectly happy with Ford having a friend group, especially one that lets him nerd out to the max. He usually doesn't bother them when they're over, either because he doesn't want to be around that much nerdiness or because the smell shuns him away. But this doesn't mean he hasn't gone down there before.

The first time he went down there, it was to tell Ford that Ma wanted him to take a look at the telephone before he went to bed. She thinks one of the wires is loose again and he might need to fix it. Ford says he will and Stan leaves. That's when the comments start up.

They start jaunting about his wit, asking Ford what it's like to have a dumb jock for a brother. Ford defends Stan, saying he's more than just a dumb jock. In fact, he's not really a jock at all, he just likes boxing. But it doesn't stop the conversation. They start sharing stories about Stans exploits around school, whether it be one of his infamous fights with the Cramplter gang or him being so atrociously stupid in class that the teacher walked out. It finally breaks off once someone rolls a Nat 20 and the campaign continues.

But it doesn't stop completely.

Every time Stanly comes down for something, either to tell Ford something, bring the group snacks that their Ma made for them (swiping one for himself), grabbing something for his Pa to sell, or really anything, the group always starts talking about Stanley. And it makes Ford blood boil. He'll defend him alright, and he'll make their campaign a fucking nightmare for everything they've said, but he's scared to really do something. This is the first friend group he's ever had and he doesn't wanna lose it, even though something in him tells him that he'd be better off without them talking shit about Stanley every time he comes down.

Then the faithful day happens when Stan comes down after a shower, no shirt on, hair wet, wearing a part of dolphin shorts as it's the middle of summer. He's down there grabbing a drink from Ford's DD&MD group snack tray. They took the last of the Pit Cola and he'd be damned if he didn't get one. So he does and leaves without really saying anything, unaware of the eyes staring at him all the way.

Ford braces himself for the onslaught of his brother but nothing. The group continues the game like nothing happened. And Ford is excited because maybe they've finally gotten it together, seen that Stan really isn't just those things, he is so much more. He's kind hearted and compassionate, he's artistic and business smart, he's hands on and crafty, he's strong and hunky and good looking and so so sexy and - Ford has to shake his head. Now is not the time to get a boner.

Ford's Ma calls him in the middle of the game for something and he has to leave them for a second. When he comes back and over hears the group talking about Stan but it's not about how stupid he looks - it's about how slutty he is. He stops on the stairs and listens in.

He hears them make incredibly inappropriate remarks about his brother, about what he must look like on his knees, wishing that they put the drinks on the ground so he would have to bend all the way over in those shorts to get it, that if it weren't for his body, he'd be a waste of air. They joke about having sex with them, calling him slurs, doing things to him that Ford knows first hand Stan does not like to do. They talk about his chub, how they mock him for being fat, but hey, at least he has nice tits. They go on and on about it, unaware of the simmering Ford up the stairs. After hearing enough, Ford finally comes down, making them all unaware that he had been listening in on them for 10 minutes.

That session becomes the hardest, most brutal session, where Ford successfully kills all of their characters off. The guys get pissed at Ford, saying he did that shit on purpose, and Ford answers back that they're lucky it was only their characters he killed off and not the real people behind them, especially after those comments. They get into a fight, the guys saying that Ford shouldn't be wasting his time defending a stupid whore like Stanley, he'd only leave and hold back Ford. Ford finally snaps when one the guys mentions how easy it would be to get with Stanley, no matter what.

Ford ends up fist fighting the guys, beating the shit out of each other, breaking and ruining their game, destroying their papers and character sheets and models. His Pa ends up coming down stairs after hearing the commotion and kicks the guys out, telling them they aren't welcome back until they can pay for the broken table. They scramble and Ford is given a talking to about picking better people to hangout with and to clean up the mess.

Ford goes down stairs to find Stan already down there, going over the mess, still in his shorts and no shirt. Ford, still high on adrenaline, runs smack dab into Stanley, pushing him up against the wall and making out with him. Stan has no idea what spurred him on though he does have an inkling. He pushes Ford back just enough to ask him about the fight, seeing how Ford does have bruises on his knuckles.

Ford tells him it wasn't important, that they weren't all that much fun anyway, he'd rather spend his time with Stanley anyway. Stanley doesn't protest too much, and they end up having sex in the basement before cleaning up the mess.

Later that night, Ford does properly take Stan to bed, making love to him and showering him in praise and acceptance. Stan lets him.

He knew going down their in those shorts would cause a stir, he just didn't know it would go so far into his favor.

[dykekarkat]

your nuanced take on nicky is SO real especially the part where you pointed out that neil literally feels 1000x more violated by getting drugged (by his literally future life partner so clearly people grow and change !!!) than he does by getting kissed nonconsentually. obviously it makes him uncomfortable but he moves on because it’s like that wasn’t triggering for him it was just a bit gross. as long as that doesn’t happen we keep it pushing. on the other hand being forced into losing control and being unaware of his surroundings (the very thing that has kept him alive all these years) is a million times more triggering to someone like neil but everyone likes the sweep the harm from that under the rug. just because neil eventually understands why (disturbingly understanding guy tbh) doesn’t mean it didn’t affect him at the time. i think people kind of latch on to the fact that andrew drugged him but didn’t like do anything to him while he was vulnerable but that’s only bc neil got himself out of there. sure we know andrew would never sexually assault someone but who knows what he might have done if he had his way that night. i read this fic once where it’s neil’s 3rd or 4th year so his life is well established and then he gets in an accident and gets retrograde amnesia back to the night of the drugging and the fallout is crazy. bc all of the sudden he’s right back in that headspace of like if he distrusts one mf in the entire world it’s andrew. and for good reason! and also this is not andrew hate at all he’s my fucked up little guy but we do have to get real here ppl

okay responding under the cut yayyy i love talking about columbia its my favorite chapter in the first book. sorry for writing you a whole essay btw. also obligatory disclaimer that im not saying u have to like nicky / cant be uncomfortable with him and his actions / that sexual assault is okay / etc

i am once again. bringing up academic work. bcus i am in a crit sexualities class rn and its rlly interesting #mynerdinterests. i've actually already brought up gayle rubin's thinking sex when talking about andrew and jean's treatment in the fandom. and i WILL be doing it again bcus even tho the article is super controversial (and i definitely do not agree with everything rubin says) she gives us some really good vocab surrounding the innate beliefs / values that get drilled into us by american society. she brings up this idea called "the fallacy of the misplaced scale" which is basically that we give sex and sex acts an excess of significance, and that any sort of sexual sin is especially heinous or morally reprehensible.

this general idea is why i think people tend to feel fine with physical violations within media (for example neil getting drugged by andrew) but react more aggressively to any kind of sexual transgression (like nicky assaulting neil). both of these actions are Bad. andrew is taking away neil's ability to protect himself, drugging him against his will, and forcing him into an extremely vulnerable state. nicky is also giving neil drugs (on andrew's orders) with the addition of nonconsensually kissing him to do it. but people focus more heavily on that rather than andrew's actions bcus as you said "he didnt actually do anything" and bcus sexual acts are always elevated above others. i would argue this is also why you see people treat jean's trauma more seriously than kevin's. or why people will write neil getting sexually assaulted in the nest rather than just tortured for the extra angst. it adds an extra level of "seriousness" or "importance" to the violation that's occurred.

i also think one of the reasons people ignore the consequences around andrew drugging neil (or even nix it all together in their rewrites) is because andrew IS the love interest so we obviously get much closer and a much deeper look into his character and motivations than nicky. we also get neil's reactions to them which most people would probably consider abnormal, since he doesn't really care about the kissing and remains friendly with nicky p much immediately after (tho he DOES get rlly uncomfortable about the bed sharing. which i personally think is worse than the kissing by nicky) but he does hate andrew and heavily distrust him post drugging ("dont sleep ill kill you", checking the glass when he goes to eden's next). like even when he's like "wow andrew could hold my truth without flinching yada yada" he's still lowkey hating him for it, before it becomes water under the bridge due to neil's ability to let things go (this is a hashtag certified mary hatfordism. its definitely bcus of his time on the run). anyway wow i just wrote you a bonafide essay. sorry this got off track but i love complex relationships and emotions and sexual situations. and also i love andrew nicky and neil literally my top 3 aftg characters. anyway im saying all this in good faith hope you enjoy anon.

[yeostars]

I Hate You, I Love You.

-kang yeosang<3

○ pairing- yeosang x reader ○ genre- academic rivals to lovers! early relationship scenario, basically a snippet into the times when two rivals get into a romantic relationship after finally confessing their undying love to eo (ahem, they still hate eo too, though) ○ warnings- none? slight 18+ scenes but they don't actually do IT haha ○ synopsis- sooo this one is the epilogue for my rivals to lovers yeo fic (down bad, but at what cost?) . basically this one is a study session turned into a pillow fight turned into an intense makeout session ;) i've tried my best to write this one even better than the actual long fic so i really hope y'all enjoy reading this. likes, reblogs, comments and follows are always immensely appreciated <3

"Huh, to be honest, your room isn't half bad. Really." You admit, peering at every little thing your eyes land upon, in this giant, spacious room.

"If that was meant to be a compliment, thanks." Yeosang snorted, right behind you, watching you take everything in.

This was your very first time visiting your boyfriend's slash academic rival's room. Infact, it was your first time coming to his house itself. Saying that you were nervous was an understatement, but somehow you seemed to be relaxing in yeosang's presence by now.

The fact that no one except the both of you were present in his house right now, also relaxed you quite a lot. Yeosang's parents had gone shopping and his elder sister was hanging out with her friends. Yeosang, being the smartass he is, grabbed this perfect oppurtunity and ideal day to invite you over, to get your assignments done.

Yeah. to get those damn assignments done. nothing else, probably, right...? although you wished you were lying, as you thought about how amazing it would be, to make out with yeosang on his bed.....

It had been roughly a month since the both of you started dating now, and it seemed like neither of you wanted to rush things. But if either you or yeosang made the first move, the latter would passionately reciprocate it.

"I mean it, your room is much more spacious than i imagined it to be. And also, so clean.... bet it isn't normally this clean." You said, chuckling, as your hand gently patted and felt the soft matress bed sheets.

"Well, not gonna lie, i did clean it up cuz you were gonna come over, You should be grateful." He joked, carefully picking up your bag and placed it on one of the extra chairs around his study table.

"Should i touch your feet or something? Geez, thanks for cleaning your room, i guess." You let out, suddenly stopping in your tracks to stare at the mini posters stuck at the wall.

Yeosang noticed you staring at those posters at the wall and stood right besides you. Good thing it wasn't something embarassing- or else he would've torn all those posters than bear all the teasing from you.

"Seriously, yeo? Math symbols, geometry shapes, equations and formulas..... you know what, i am not even surprised, you math freak." You grinned, turning to look him directly in the eye.

"So what? I am working to be the best mathematician of the next century, Gotta make sure to look like one." He replied, sounding quite proud.

"Might as well wear printed t-shirts with mathematical formulas all over it, My anti-math ass could never. I might throw up if i stare at those posters again." You said, giving those posters one last glance.

"You and your dramatic ass, y/n.....well, take a seat, if you're done exploring, and lets get these assignments done." Yeosang murmured, taking hold of his own bag, as he bought it towards his huge study table.

You sat at the chair farthest to the window, where sunrays seemed to be shining beautifully at the ends of the study table. Yeosang sat right besides you, eliminating the third chair and reduced any distance present between the both of you.

You ignored your heart beating loudly in your chest, quietly placed your books and pens on the table, and peered at yeosang doing the same.

"Well then, lets get started? As we promised each other, you're gonna help me if i have any difficulty in maths and I'm gonna do the same for you in science. Hope that offer still stands." You said, not quite maintaining eye contact with him, choosing to stare at those books in front of you instead.

"Hmm, alright. Lets get this done as quickly as possible." Yeosang said, already getting started with his work.

Around 40 minutes passed, the both of you working in peaceful silence, and even if you asked each other about a certain question or concept, the atmosphere between the both of you was still, peaceful. calm. not chaotic- and that's where is started to feel slightly...wrong? This had to be the longest time you've both spent in each other's presence without teasing the hell out of each other or bickering.

You couldn't help but steal quick glances towards yeosang's direction, admiring his concentrated self, how unbelievably hot he looked even when he was literally just, studying. When he furrowed his eyebrows cuz he probably didn't understand something, or when he mindlessly spun his pen as he read content, you wondered how you even managed to have a boyfriend as attractive as him.

You stretched your arms quickly, leaning back toward the chair, stifling a yawn. You were quite tired now, but you still had one topic left. You glanced at yeosang, and he looked quite tired himself, too.

And besides, things felt too boring, between the both of you, right now. You wanted to spice things up a bit, get him to kiss you or something.... but how?

"I'm taking a quick break." You announced, getting up from your chair, heading towards the giant bed, sitting comfortably at the edge.

Yeosang spun his chair to face you, and just blankly stared at you as you scrolled through something on your phone.

"What, tired already?" He asked, having the audacity to ask you this while looking much more exhausted than you.

"You look like you're about to pass out, right now. Take a break along with me." This wasn't a request, it was an order. You wanted both of you to feel fresh and relaxed before you started working on the final topic to finish your assignments.

Yeosang didn't argue further, simply closed his books and joined you, on his bed. He mirrored your position, sitting quite distant from you, but you could still feel his feet brushing yours..

You sat there, feeling extra comfortable because of the giant, soft pillows behind you. Yeosang suddenly grabbed one of those pillows behind you and you glanced at him, quirking an eyebrow and met his gaze, which looked quite mischievous and playful...typical yeosang.

"Ever been in a pillow fight?" Yeosang asked, pulling the pillow close to his chest.

"Umm....no? I might have once, with Jia, though." You replied, registering the fact that he probably asked you out on a pillow fight. you, his girlfriend, into a pillow fight.

at such moments, you realised how yeosang was truly, yeosang. no one could ever be like him..

"Then accept this challenge. Whoever wins gets their favourite snack as a reward." Yeosang snickered, coming closer to you.

"Oh, ITS ON. Y-" You almost screamed, and you didn't even get to finish your sentence as Yeosang approached you and hit his pillow skillfully at your arm. You groaned, gaining your consciousness quickly and attacked him with another pillow, aimed right at his head.

Here you were, the both of you fighting each other in an impromptu pillow fight, laughing, giggling and screaming like little kids. Just when you thought you couldn't fall deeper for yeosang than you already were, you were proved wrong when you met his soft and playful gaze, him smiling at you, the reason for his laughter being you. You wished this moment could last forever..

Your bodies brushed again each other's quite often, but the both of you tried to ignore that fact, too caught up in adrenaline and playfully fighting each other.

With a well-aimed swing, you managed to knock the pillow out of Yeosang's hands, grinning proudly. "Gotcha!"

Before you even knew it, yeosang lunged forward and tackled you gently onto the bed. You both landed in a heap of tangled limbs and pillows, your breath hitching as you realised that you were pinned beneath him onto the bed...

For a moment, everything stilled. The air, filled with laughter and giggles and screams just a minute ago, was now intense, and all that could be heard was your breaths.

You gazed into each other's eyes, your faces mere inches apart, You could feel yeosang's warm breath forming goosebumps on your skin. Every single cell in your body seemed to be aware of your current position, you could feel yeosang's strong arms wrapped against your sides, as if you had no choice to run away,,,

Yeosang's eyes softened, his playful smirk replaced by something more tender. "Y/N...." He trailed off, not bothering to complete his sentence. Just hearing your name from his lips, him being so damn close to you, you could've sworn your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

Your hand, which had been gripping a pillow, slowly lifted up to touch his shoulders, to touch those strong biceps... that got you thinking just how buff your boyfriend was.

He leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away, his eyes never leaving yours. But of course, you didn't. Why would you? You were waiting since ages for this to happen..

You lifted your head slightly, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electrifying, a perfect blend of softness and urgency.

Until, it was no longer soft, no longer sweet- just mere urgency, passion and roughness arising, as yeosang's palms reached forward to cup your face and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

You pulled apart just for a second, you asking him hurridely if the door was locked (as much as you loved kissing yeosang, you were not prepared for the utter embarrasment if his parents walked in.) and he just hummed in reply, wasting no time and bought your lips to his again.

The makeout session seemed to be unending, and you weren't complaining in he slightest. The next second you broke the kiss to catch some freaking air, you could feel yeosang's gaze strongly fixated on you, and you couldn't quite comprehend what he was feeling.

"God, you're so hot." He said, in such a low voice, you would have almos missed it if you weren't so damn close to him.

"What?" You asked, blushing, although you had clearly heard him. You took in the sight of his cheeks heating up so furiously that your shyness was now replaced with a proud smirk.

"Say it again. I didn't quite hear you." You said, grinning.

"H-hell no. You didn't hear anything." He said, now tearing his gaze off you, just to be met by your smirk yet again as you grabbed his chin softly to make direct eye contact.

"What, THE kang yeosang getting all giddy and shy because of me? Yeo, if you don't say that again, i WILL tease you about it for the rest of your life-"

"I hate you. Y-you're so hot." He said, and before you could say anything, he quickly sealed his lips with yours, once again. You hummed in pleasure as his thumbs lightly massaged your cheeks, and you felt so damn good in this moment, you wouldn't dare to stop.

That was, unless you had to, to catch your breaths once again.

"Have you kissed someone before, um, me?" You asked, looking quite shy now. He blinked, not believing that this was the kind of question you'd ask him in the middle of a makeout session.

"I did. What about you?" He asked, shrugging, his eyes curious for your answer to the same.

Something familiar settled into your stomach. Bitterness. Jealousy. That would explain how yeosang kissed you so damn well. He was experienced, someone had already felt those wicked, soft, irrestible lips before. And of course, they did. Have you looked at the guy? It would be impossible to believe that he hadn't dated before.

"Y/N?" He asked softly, after noticing that you didn't reply quickly.

"Uhh...well, you're my first kiss." You said, not adding anything further. Yeosang seemed way too shocked at that, smirking soon after.

"Are you being serious? You're telling me, your arch nemesis, your rival, the person you quite literally hate, ME, i'm your first kiss? Insane, if you ask m-" He didn't get to complete his sentence this time, as you bought your lips to his, again. and again. and again- until the both of you were completely satisfied- which you weren't, not just yet. You kissed in perfect sync, perfect harmony- you tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your tongues hungrily meeting each others, the unending bites and teasing making you even more desperate for each other.

You opened your eyes to be met with a pleasant, calm, flushed yeosang. His plush lips were now red and glossy and slightly bruised because of you biting them so many times (he did too, so that was only fair) and he just, looked so fucking pretty, so handsome, so ethereal. and you were just so damn lucky.

"You are my first kiss too, by the way." He confessed, now looking quite serious. You nearly choked on air.

"WHAT?? You lied to me before...?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yea, i just wanted to witness you being jealous. You are so cute, the way you were pouting when i said that, i wanted to bite you." He said, caressing your cheek softly.

"Shut up. I hate you." You let out, pouting yet again and yeosang looked at you with such endearment and adoration, one would have never thought that you used to be at each others throats.

"Nah, you love me." He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled softly.

"That, maybe i do."

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason under the cut!

People say Kavetham is a good ship because they're roommates who bicker all the time and are basically a married couple already, but it goes so much deeper than that.

What if we met in grad school, where we were instantly drawn to one another because of our diametrically-opposed, perfectly-mirrored ideologies? What if we spent our days embroiled in intellectual debates with one another, fascinated by the way each other's minds worked, all while bonding over our similarly fucked-up family situations and the pervasive sense of loneliness we shared? What if you were a relentless altruist, and what if I was the kind of person who valued self-preservation above all; you, an artist and architect, and I, a linguist and historian; and what if we were so sure that our differences were the strength of our relationship that we decided to pursue a joint research project?

What if that all fell apart, because one day I could no longer bear to see you drive yourself into the ground for the sake of other people, and I said things to you that I could never take back, and it made you walk away from our friendship forever? What if, from that day on, we were no longer on speaking terms, and as we grew older and graduated and became successful researchers with jobs in completely different fields, our only form of communication was firing passive-aggressive shots at each other's worldviews through academic journals and tavern message boards?

And then what if, many years later, your self-sacrificial nature finally got the better of you, and you gave up everything to create your magnum opus? And, while everyone around you celebrated your victory, you were secretly at rock bottom, homeless and drinking yourself to death? What if that was when I found my way to you again? What if, in a moment of weakness, you confided in me about everything you had been through since we had parted ways, and I offered my home to you, then? As a temporary place to stay, maybe, while you got yourself back on your feet.

And just like that, what if we started living together, trying to work our way past the festering, unresolved bitterness between us, picking through the suffocating feelings of regret and yearning and the "I-hate-to-admit-it-but-I-still-care-about-you"s and the constant reminders that we once considered each other family in the absence of our biological families? What if we spent every single day since then trying to gather the shards of our old relationship and reassemble it into something on at least vaguely civil terms? What if that's not an easy task; what if, despite caring for each other so deeply, we have forgotten how to hold a conversation that doesn't devolve into an argument?

But what if, over the course of our story, we were each put into situations that make us realize that we are too precious to one another to keep wasting our relationship away on miscommunications? For example, what if you learned that all your mother wanted for you was to have a companion who would support you unconditionally (even when they didn't fully understand you), just as your parents supported each other -- and you realized that I am the one who fills such a role for you? What if, as we continued to face conflicts with stakes both big and small, we slowly got over our communication issues, and grew content with calling our shared house a "home"?

So, what I mean to ask is: what if we were roommates who bickered all the time and were basically a married couple already?

tag: @kanon-kun

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They're roommates and never seem to be away from each other, even the new character Sethos sees it between them and he just met them (I would go more into detail but I am dying on the inside rn and this is all I can muster)

tag: @animedragonwhouseswitchcraft (sorry once again i missed this one)

[soxcietyy]

Rasins!?

Yuta Okkotsu x fem reader

Tw: degrading, hate sex, and more things I cant remember

Your favorite time of the year has finally come and as your handing candy out you get surprise from Yuta and the collage football team. He was your academic rival and you both had a dislike for each other. Somehow that dislike grew more when he saw that you were dropping raisins in there bags.

Halloween night had finally arrived after so long. You could see children walking down the street picking which house to knock on. It was your favorite time of the year because you would get to see all the kids have the most adorable costumes on.

You wish you could participate in going out this year but the amount of homework your professors left on a Halloween night was atrocious.

Turning your attention to your laptop you start reading about the history of the land you live in. You let out a sigh not knowing why you had to take such unnecessary classes. If only you would of done this when he first assigned it. Not even a paragraph in you hear the door ring. You perk up from the screen and reach for your bowl of goodies.

Opening the door you could see two kids standing there. "Trick or treat!" They say in union. You smile widely as you admire their costumes. One seemed to be a witch, and the other a wolf.

"Wow you guys are so scary, I almost screamed! Here you guys go." You say as you drop the small boxes into there buckets. You see as they peer down to see what you dropped. There faces morphing from happiness to blank ones. You let out a awkwardly laugh as you closed the door.

Okay so you might of forgotten about Halloween and grabbed the only thing you have in the pantry, which would be raisins. It’s healthy but sweet like candy and way better for there teeth. Though if you were a kid and also received something like this, you too would be disappointed. Everyone loved raisins these days though, right?

Sitting back down you continue to do work and stand up when the door bell rang. Nothing too interesting happened until around late eleven. The streets began to clear up and kids started going home. The door bell rang once again and you stand up with your bowl.

Opening it you see a group of guys standing there holding there book bags open. You seem to recognize one in the front though. It was Yuta Okkotsu with the rest of the football team wearing there jerseys. So much for the Halloween spirit around here. You weren’t surprised to see him since you lived in a college town. Moms where probably ogling over them.

"Arnt you guys too old for this? Leave it for the kiddos." You raise your brow as you looked at them all. Either way you drop the raisins in there bags.

"We’re just trying to represent the school y/n, no need to be such a Karen over it." One of them said say as they walk off except for one, Yuta.

You’ve had classes with this man and god forbid you’d have another with him. He always had something to say and easily became the teacher’s favorite. You and him would also tie neck n neck during exams,quizzes, homework. When one of you did get the highest scare it would never be you winning. You never even saw him study as much as you which made you dislike him more. He was academically gifted and you hated him for it. The hate wasn’t one sided though. He also had a secret dislike towards you because you spilled beer all over his jersey while at a frat party. He didn’t believe it to have been an accident due to the little rivalry you two had going on. He also disliked how almost everyone that he knew had a crush on you and always had good things to say.

"I know you arnt that great of a person but really? raisins? Seriously?" He says picking it out his bag and inspecting it.

"I know your not talking Okkotsu, your the worst of the worst." You say as you press your finger on his chest. He looks down at where your touching and averts just gaze back at you.

"Why am I the worst? Is it because you can’t beat me in getting a higher grade? Do I make you go home crying every time you come second?" He smirks as he stepped inside your house.

You shake your head in disapproval. The fact that he thought that was embarrassing enough. You couldn’t bare first see his smug face anymore. All you wanted to do was shove him out the door.

"Who gave you permission to be in my house? And no I don’t go home crying. You wish I did because that would mean I actually care about you but I don’t. You’ll never see me crying over a boy like you." You cross your arms.

He looked at you with amusement. It was a miracle seeing him have other facial expression’s other than his stupid stoic one. He always looked at you with his unimpressed face. As if he saw you as a small worthless mouse. Thinking low of you to the point if not treating you nice. He never bothered saying good morning to you. He never held a door open for you. He would even avoid group projects with you. He just always watched you with those judgmental eyes.

The second you walked into class his eyes would land on you until you took a seat. Now they were looking right at you with a glint in them.

"Never see you cry huh? Are you inviting me to try y/n?"

"What, are you going to get another A in the next test to make me cry?"You roll your eyes

He quickly kicks the door shut and stalks towards you. You’re breath hitches not expecting him to actually do something. You back into a wall as he presses both of his hands on the side of your head. Not breaking eye contact with you.

You felt a hard lump in your throat as he dragged his fingers around your body. From your cheeks to down your waist where he played with your pants. He wasn’t really going to do what you though he was right? And if you did you wouldn’t stop him because that would mean you lost to him.

"You better not regret this y/n. You know I will fulfill my promises." He said as his hand gripped your bottoms and yanked them down causing you to gasp. He laughed with a huff, looking at your silly pink thong you decided to wear today. Your cheeks turned bring pink as he ran his big cold hands all over your curves. Taking in the Beauty of your body and what he had been missing. What he might of had if he ever decided to get with you. He then pulled your shirt up and took off your bra faster than you could think of telling him to stop.

The thought of making him cum before you was what you wanted. What would be his reaction? What would he say? Would he admit to being wrong? Would he cry home about it?

Turning you around and bending you over the arm of the couch, you could hear him undo his belt. You take a deep breath before you felt him shove himself in without warning. You unprepared walls being stretched uncomfortably. Hearing you let out a small whine from the sudden intrusion made him smile.

"Any last words before I begin?" He asks you as he groped your behind roughly.

"Are you fully in yet? Because it feels really fucking small." You turn to look at him.

He clearly wasn’t amused by your joke and slammed into you harder making you jolt. He wasn’t nice about it, he didn’t even bother prepping you before putting it in. No kissing and no foreplay. Though why would he even bother to do that to you. He hated you after all and you hated him.

Gripping your hips he goes in and out if you repeatedly as he increased his pace. Filling you up with his long member that you wouldn’t think he had, if you were being honest this had to be the biggest one you’ve taken yet. He wrapped his hand around you hair and yanked it back so you could look at him smile. So he could see your facial reactions to you taking him. So he could see you cry with streaks of tears rolling down your face.

There was absolutely no way you would ever give in to him. You would not loose to him yet again. But something inside your head was telling you maybe he wasn’t that bad. The way he bullied your cunt was better than you expected. The way he looked at you with lust and his mouth parted made squirm. You had no idea why he was turning you on all of a sudden but you decided to blame it on being drunk off his cock. Maybe it was because it’s been a while since you’ve done it. You had to snap out of it thought. You moan as he keeps his pace and rhythm.

He grunted every time he felt your tight hole grip around him. Not wanting to let his member leave your body. He never in his life met someone as tight as what was sucking him in right now.

"I can’t believe such a pretty girl like you has a nasty mouth. So glad I can shut you up like this because you look prettier when your not talking all that shit. So much prettier with my cock deep in you." He says as he rolls his hips in you.

"Wait till the guys find out how much of a slut you are. How this scholar loves dick and does it with anyone. Such a pretty slut." He moans as he gets closer to his release. He rams into you harder making you bite your lip. Suppressing the noises that want to come out of you. Not wanting to bring his ego up nor satisfy him. You bring your hands to your mouth as he fucked you dumb. All you could hear was the wet slapping of his balls on your cunt.

He took a notice of your actions and let go of your hair to pull your arms back. You let out a whine as he used you mercilessly. Hitting your cervix repeatedly until it started to hurt in such a good way. Your legs began to give in as he continued. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the end and he had yet to release.

Trying to get away you kick him with your foot that he ended up catching and using to get a better angle and grip on you. He hooked his arm around your thigh and opened your legs more as he shoved himself in. You let out a cry as you felt him go way deeper. Water began to pool in the corner of your eyes as you begged him to stop.

"There’s no stopping baby girl. Not until I’m done with you pathetic cunt." He said as he kissed your leg.

You tried your best to get away but couldn’t. You even tried holding in your release but failed to do so. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably as you came all over him.

"Such a good girl, keep still like the good cock sleeve you are." He said as he stood up with him still inside of you. He sat on the couch as he held you over him. Grabbing your face with one hand so he could look at you. The other one snaking around your hip until he slammed you down making you see white. You felt overwhelmed and to the brink of collapsing. He lifted you up and down onto him until he felt like it.

Looking at him was a blur due to the tears in your eyes as they started falling down. "Yuta please stop, you win! I can’t anymore it hurts too much." You cry as you grab onto the hand that held your face.

"If it hurt so bad you wouldn’t be creaming all over my cock." He said as he slammed you down a few more time. You open your mouth to cry in pain while still looking at his stupid stoic one.

You fell onto his chest as you catch your breath. Feeling the way his chest vibrated as he spoke but not being able to hear any of it. His hand grabbing your face to look at him. He wore a smile on his face seeing how out of it you where. He held your body close to his so you could rest comfortably as he picked up his phone that had many missed phone calls. You could feel how he was still in you. Using you as a cock warmer. A few minutes passed before he lifted your face up to his again.

"I fucked you dumb huh princess?" He says with a small smile. "I think I grew a liking to you and your fat cunt. So from now on I think you’ll be mine and mine only." He says kissing your temple. "You still haven’t made me cum yet so let keep going no? It’s okay if you need to rest, I’ll do all the work."