#sorry every once in a while I gotta get back to my bullshit of putting my faves in awful situations

[juustozzi]

canon divergence for chrono stone. cw: blood

okay so. ever since reading the manga volume where cs starts, my brain has refused to let go of the scene Endou gets captured by Beta.. because is it just me or does it look like his arm gets ripped off?

I decided to take that moment (and the part of Endou pushing Tenma away so he won't get captured too, I don't remember if that's manga only) and put it in the anime canon (since there's more characters involved there and in the manga Endou gets recovered off-screen) and run with the idea...

[dreaming-of-barbi]

Maria & Sugars first interaction

small story thingy

Maria is @lovesick-on-the-loose 's oc !!!! She is the best !!

Sorry if the formatting is weird, I copied this from discord

Sugar walked slowly towards the large entrance, large flat doors with no handle similar to an elevator, her hands already adjusting and fidgeting her somewhat tangled brown hair. She was reluctant to go any further, her heart still nearly about to explode from beating so hard after their "test".

What was this place??

These doctors made her carry some sort of giant doll made to resemble a child to a large, gorey grinder, all while demanding she forget her entire past through tv screens and weird subliminal wording. Telling her to forget who she was, start a new life. Restart with a clean slate.

She did what they asked, avoided that incredibly angry puppet master lady and now... they were going who knows where? They were already so exhausted but they had no other choice than to continue.

As they approached the heavy doors they slid open rather abruptly, allowing them through. Inside there was a young woman, humming a simple hymn, a familiar tune they hadn't heard in many years. It made their stomach churn.

Would she try to kill them, too?

The Demon hissed and snarled, already feeling on edge as they entered the room. Sugar was no better, her mind racing with every terrible possibility.

The woman turned to face her, a warm smile gracing her features. She was pale with dark pink lipstick, her wavy, medium length hair tied into a loose ponytail over her left shoulder. She had soft, deep chestnut brown eyes. She looked tired.

This lady wasn't too threatening, and this was the cleanest room they had seen in this place, so far...

"Maybe she's nice..."

"Sugar, keep your head up. We've already been through some weird shit, who knows what could happen here... Look at all this religion, propaganda, weird bullshit on the walls...! I don't trust this."

The Demon was steadfast, not about to drop their guard. They had just gotten into the groove of this place, and it seemed fun, gore and viscera was always a good time but if they were gonna bring that jesus fuck head asshole into this -

"Sugar, right? Hello, my name is Maria. It's nice to meet you."

Their trainwreck of thought was interrupted as Maria spoke, her voice gentle, soft spoken, though it still caused Sugar to jump. Sugar nodded and swallowed a bit, turning her head away from Maria to hide her face.

Maria paid no mind, turning to make sure her supplies were in order and locating the clipboard she had been given with Sugars "medical records". She made her way to a large, tall metal table, leather covering the top part of it. Sugar was very unsure about what was happening, hesitating for a few long minutes after Maria asked her to come and sit on the table-like object. She glanced around the room again, noting the large glass window next to the table with another Murkoff "scientist" observing what happened. This had to be a trap.

Still, the only way through this place was forward, and the Demon was even becoming impatient with Sugar.

"C'mon, we gotta get this shit done already." It whined at her.

She slowly approached Maria, and once she was there she just... stood. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Her muscles were tense, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger.

Anything could happen...

After a long moment of basically nothing happening Maria spoke up, quietly asking Sugar to climb up onto the table.

Of course she didn't want to, but she did it anyways, her eyes watching Maria's hands like a hawk for any sudden movement.

Once she was on the table Maria walked over to the sink behind them, washing her hands and then putting on a clean pair of gloves, all while still humming that hymn. The Demon was sick of it, but it didn't bother trying to say anything.

Maria approached Sugar once again, Sugar scooting back just slightly to create a bit of distance between them once again.

Maria was careful and slow, warning them that she would need to move their hair and examine the area where Murkoff had drilled in the headset... the one the Demon basically ripped off their head within minutes of their "test"...

Sugar did not want to do that, her heartrate speeding up even more at the thought. She turned to glance at Maria for a moment, all at once both her and the Demon noticing the cross around Maria's neck. The reaction from both of them was rather panicked, nearly falling backwards at the sight. All of this had to be a trap, it had to be!

The Demon hissed at Sugar to get them the fuck out of there, this place was wack, not safe for them, clearly. Sugar's wide eyes couldn't leave the cross, memories of The "Elders" racing through her mind. She was stuck, remembering how they would take her in for examinations like this... all coming back to her at the sight of that small cross. Of course that's that what was happening. They were being "punished for their sins" again, like always. Screamed at for being a demon, and of course now they couldn't deny it!

Maria noticed their sudden change in demeanor, following Sugar's gaze down to the cross and she quickly moved and hid it under her dress without a second thought before stepping back. She would give them time and a moment of space.

Sugar and The Demon are both somewhat dumbfounded. Did she really do that? Recognized their fear? She didn't even yell at them about it...

Sugar finally looked up, meeting Maria's eyes even for the first time, if only for a moment before looking away again.

Finally she inches closer and sort of moved her own hair out of the way so Maria could examine her temples.

Nothing needed to be said. It was clear that they trusted her, at least slightly more than before.

Maria thanked them and was quickly at work, though it soon shifted from examining the drill site to examining the large scar across Sugar's face.

Maria looked worried, trying to be careful as she looked at some of the spots that had healed more than others. If she didn't know any better she'd say the flesh was regrowing but... that wasn't possible, right?

She attempted to touch some of the reforming skin, earning a startled gasp from Sugar as she flinched away. It was painful, too?

She didn't have anything she could say, beginning to try and say something before she trailed off and seemed to get lost in her own thoughts again.

Carefully, she let go of Sugar's hair and turned, walking over to the clipboard holding Sugars papers and unclipping them. She shuffled through the documents, an almost pit-like feeling forming within her gut as she studied all of the papers, trying not to let her horror show on her face.

X-rays showing Sugar's skull revealed that her bone looked like it was regrown, resembling conditions where the human skeleton grows extra mass, but it was reforming. She could see visible fractures that had been restitched unnaturally.

She glanced at Sugar and back to the paperwork a few times, in pure disbelief of what she saw. She finally spoke after a moment, her words shaky and hesitant;

"I-I don't understand, how are you--"

No! There's no way she'd say that to this girl, not after how frightened she had acted at just the sight of her cross necklace. She shook her head a little bit at the thought, swallowing and thinking of a way to rephrase her words.

"How am I alive~?"

Maria's shot up from looking at the papers, looking at Sugar again. She was facing Maria now, head tilted very far to the left side, showing her teeth in a wide grin. The side of her face with the scar didn't lift as much, struggling to move with the rest of her healthy side. Maria could see her teeth resembled the bone in the X-rays, a little more smooth, but it was clearly still "reformed". Glancing down at the X-rays and then back up at Sugar-- yup, she had sharp teeth on the side that had regrown.

What trials and tribulations did the lord test her with now?

"Sugar" stood up, taking a few steps towards Maria, still grinning. Not blinking. It eyed her up and down, scoffing at her after it did so.

"You don't frighten me. All the scriptures in the world couldn't get to me, okay? Don't try anything stupid with me."

"What? No I jus- " Maria attempted to interject, but was spoken over quickly.

"Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. You're smart. You can figure it out."

"She" was cocky, sticking out her tongue at Maria before her eyes rolled back and she nearly collapsed.

Sugar caught herself, still stumbling and falling to the ground but thankfully catching herself before she hit her head on something. She picked herself up shakily, wiping away whatever dust had clung to her as if this was all too normal, though her expression gave away how very worried she was.

Once again that thing inside her had to go and pull a stunt like this, making her out to be crazy and stupid like always. At least Maria was nice about it...

Maria caught her attention by taking a step towards Sugar with something in her hand. She was holding a small syringe.

She was going to knock Sugar out, report this behavior... Why wouldn't she?

Sugar stepped away, blurting out a million apologies for what happened before being shushed by Maria;

"This should help with the pain, and I'm going to prescribe you something to take so your skin doesn't feel so sensitive. I'd like you to come back see me tomorrow, if that's alright? I'll let them know so you aren't given a hard time about it." She said as though it was matter of fact, not even acknowledging Sugar's apologies.

Come see her tomorrow? Did Sugar hear her correctly?? There was no way she would let that happen after seeing how batshit the Demon had her acting...

Of course, Sugar nodded her head and allowed Maria to give her the injection, wincing at the sting but ultimately feeling relieved at the slight pain relief. She hadn't realized how much her scar hurt, she must have gotten used to it...

Soon the "check up" was over and they were on their way to the sleep room, such an odd sensation in their chest as they walked into that cold, dingy bunker room.

Fluttery, light, warm... Maria had been so kind.

A beacon of light in this terrifying place.

[failedbymodernityxx]

one of them - prologue

a/n: welcome to "one of them", i hope you love this story as much as i do. leave notes and submit asks with your opinions!! love you all!

Prologue

heartbreak. it fucking sucks, some even say there’s no pain like it. there’s always something that hurts more. Heartbreak from different people is what differentiates the pain from me. From a boyfriend, you’re sad for months, from your father, more like your whole life. 

I could beg to be loved, something that felt second nature to me. To want to be loved so deeply is a dream only some can achieve, i don’t think I’ve ever experienced this. 

relationships are tricky. I’m on the road most of the year, every year. I’m in a band, with four guys. I’m in the public eye, nothing is private. Not many people want to date a girl that loves her job more than anything. 

There however was Ben, Ben Willis. We had dated for 3 years, we met in London when the boys and I had moved there, our relationship was easy but so hard. I looked past red flags and now I realized how stupid I was to let him have me all those years. I would have married him if I hadn’t found out he was cheating on me for the entire 3 years. 

I was 18 when we met and started dating, broke up when I was 23, and now at 24, I try my hardest to figure out who I am aside from him. The life we had or the illusion I made up in my head. 

Maybe it was me, maybe it was my fault he did what he did. If  I wasn’t constantly away, he wouldn’t have to resort to cheating on me. Then again, why didn’t he just break up with me when my lifestyle got too complicated for him? 

What if I wasn’t supposed to find someone? What if I wasn’t supposed to find someone like Crystal, or Kay, or Sierra? What if that wasn’t part of my life? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not deserving of the love I give to others.  

That’s a thing, right? Some people just end up alone, I define-

“ Lucy”

I shook my head, snapping out of my dreadful thoughts, 

“ We gotta board the flight”, said Ash, looking at me while starting to walk away. The year was 2018, we were on our tour 5SOS3, promoting our 3rd studio album, and getting back into the groove of touring. 

Once I stood up from the uncomfortable airport seats someone pulled my arm, “ Hey, everything okay? You’ve been really dazed the past few days”, said Calum

“ The whole Ben thing is all”, I said putting my backpack over my shoulder and beginning to walk with him to the door to get our tickets scanned again. 

“oh, sorry you have to go through that bullshit. You don’t deserve it Lucy”, he said walking beside me to the actual plane. Once we arrived at the door the flight attendants directed us to our seats. I was in a window seat, in the same row as Luke. 

Cal, Ash, and Michael were in either the seats next to Luke and me or in front of us. Andy would be paired up with the last guy who was sitting alone. 

I dropped into the window seat, taking a deep breath before pulling my headphones out and beginning to play music. Andy was recording us boarding for the tour diary. We decided to bring him with us because his work was amazing and we wanted to document touring, release week, and overall the experience. 

I was trying my best to block everyone out, it felt like that’s all I was doing. They caught on after I said I wasn’t in the mood to have drinks with them and their girlfriends. I loved all the girls so much, I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by these guys, even when they annoyed me most, I wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

“Lucy”, I heard someone say. I snapped my head to the right, looking away from the window. 

“What’re you listening to?”, asked Andy holding the camera towards me. “ Uh, Somebody Else by The 1975”, I said holding my phone towards him. 

“Ouch”, said Luke looking at me with a joking smile. “ Can we watch Netflix on your laptop?”, he asked. 

“ Yes, yes we can”, I said buckling my seatbelt, motioning Luke to do the same. 

Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats as we prepare for takeoff 

I sat in my seat, pulling out my journal and a pen, I looked out the window and jotted down a thought, 

Everyone, please fasten your seat belts we are departing Heathrow Airport for john f. Kennedy airport. 

sometimes taking off felt like an escape. for a brief amount of time, everyone’s worries were targeted at the flying plane and not you and every single thought creeping into your mind. 

As the plane moved against the taxiway, I gripped the armrest, I hated takeoff, always listening to music to mask my fears. 

Ladies and gentlemen once the seatbelt light above you turns off, you may roam the aircraft and use the lavatory

“c’mon we gotta finish new girl”, said Luke moving his backpack from the seat so i could scooch.

“Why don’t you watch without me? here”, I said handing him my laptop. 

“Lucy”, he said.

“Just watch Lu”, I said, leaning my head against the window. I sat silently, trying to make him get off my back. The only thing I ever thought about nowadays was my shitty love life, 

it was like everyone around me was madly in love, and here I was heartbroken. 

Calum was head over heels for his girlfriend Margaret, even though they began dating a month ago. Luke and Sierra had been in love for years now, same for Ash and Kay, and Mike and Crystal. 

“Lucy”, said Mike as he turned his body to face me. 

I looked from the window and turned my head to face him, undoing my seatbelt

“Yeah?”, I asked

“We were thinking about going to a bar when we land. the girls will be there”, he said very cautiously. I could see the concern in his eyes.

“Kay keeps asking for you”, said Ash.

“yeah, Sierra said she wants to sing karaoke with you. She even called the place to make sure they had it”, said Luke moving to the seat next to me. 

“c’mon we miss you”, said calum.

“I’m right here Cal”, i said. Not fully understanding what he meant. But in reality, I knew what he meant, I wasn’t the same, and hadn't been for a while. 

“You haven’t been you for a while now. you know it and so do we. come and let loose.”, said Ashton.

I looked back out the window before saying, “Okay”. 

“ Alright boys operation Get Lucy Drunk is a go”, said Calum. 

“I hate you guys”,i laughed.

“ no you don’t”, said Luke wrapping me in his arms. He’s right, I don’t hate them. 

“ you love us”, he said kissing my cheek. 

That was true, loved the four boys more than anything in my life. Except they were my brothers. 

That’s when he came into the picture, perfect timing.

[purplegirl20]

Valentine Breakdown

Pairing: Damian Priest x Self-Insert (Me)

Summary: I had a mental mental breakdown, thinking Damian Priest forget about me on Valentine's Day.

Warning: SMUT (18+) Hurt and Comfort

Tagging:@ghoulsister1 @omg-im-such-a-masochist @babiidee28 @sparkleva25 @alicejoaquin1990 @vintage-pvssy @ashkrystal @theworldofotps @nyc-kyra-93 @ziasaph @priestparty @queenzay @sultryfandoms @auburnwrites @windhamsrotunda@rheaanddamianfan@theclawdeen1442@tmt-77@blueberryomega@ironshamelessyouth@lisashield

Note: I hope you enjoy this short story and Happy Valentine's Day.

February 14th:

It was a chilly Valentine's evening. I finally returned home after a long day of doing deliveries and dropping off people around town.

Shaynell:(sighs) What a day today. Being a cupid that bring booze and food around town is hard. But at least I got generous tip.

I chuckled and look at my phone to see any texts. I saw a recent text from Edge.

Edge:(texts) Hey my little boston cream. Happy valentine's day.

Shaynell:(Texts) Aw. Sprinkles. Thank you. I miss you.

Edge:(texts) I miss you too, boston cream. I gotta go. I have a hot date with Beth.

Shaynell:(texts) Have fun. See you later.

Edge:(texts) You too. Be safe.

I quickly pick put my phone away.

Shaynell:(sighs) I wish Damian was here on Valentine's with me. I bet he's having fun with the judgment day instead of his own girlfriend.

I went to the kitchen to grabs something to eat. I went to the kitchen pantry and grabs a bag of hershey kisses.

Shaynell:(sighs) At least I have some chocolate with me as comfort.

I sat on the couch and turns on the tv to kill time.

(phone ringing)

I look over my phone and saw Damian's name on the screen and quickly pick the phone.

Shaynell: Hello?

Damian: Hey, my little chocolate cake.

Shaynell: Oh Damian. How are you?

Damian: I'm good. I want to say Happy Valentine day to my little chocolate cake.

Shaynell:(blush) Aw. Damian. I miss you.

Damian: I miss you too, Mija. Are you busy?

Shaynell: No. I got home.

Damian: Ok. I have a favor to ask you?

Shaynell:(sighs) Ok. What is it?

Damian: They're a package coming towards your address. It say it will be come in 20 mins.

Shaynell:(sighs) Fine.

Damian: Thank you mija. You're the best.

He quickly hangs up the phone.

Shaynell:(growls) Great. While he's having fun with them, I'm a alone dealing with THIS!

Tears starts flowing down on my cheeks.

Shaynell:(crying) It isn't fair! Does he loves the judgement day more than me? Am I the afterthought to him? I'm not the important to him?

I slump down on the floor and covered my face as I sobbed.

Shaynell:(sobbing) It not fair! It not fair! Everyone is getting love and attention but me! I'm supposed to be happy on Valentine! NOT CRYING!

As I was having a breakdown, I heard a knock at the door.

Shaynell:(crying) Great. Just great! I have to deal with this Bullshit.

I went to the door to get the package.

Shaynell: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT???????

"Mija. Is that how you treat your want Bunuelos?"

I look up to find Damian, holding a huge bouquet of purple roses with a box of chocolate.

Shaynell:(gasp) Damian!

Tears starts flowing down once again.

Shaynell:(crying) I'm sorry.

Damian: Mija! What wrong? Why are you crying?

Shaynell:(crying) I'm sorry for snapping at you! I thought you forget about me and hang out with them instead.

Damian: Mija. I'll never forget about you.

He took my hand and took me inside of my house. We sat on the couch and he hold me tight as comfort

Shaynell:(sniffling)

Damian: Shh, Shh, Shh. Buñuelo is here to comfort his princessa

Shaynell:(sniffling) I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just angry and sad that I haven't seen you since Royal rumble and you were having fun and I was alone.

Damian: Shh, Shh, Shh. Don't cry. Today's your special day.

He rubs my back and kiss me on the forehead for comfort.

Damian: Mija. You know how much I miss you? Every time that I stay in my hotel room, I always look at pictures of you, waiting to hold you and kiss you.

Shaynell:(blushing) Buñuelo...

Damian chuckled in amusement and kiss me on the lips, making me blush.

Damian:(chuckling) How about we have some fun together?

He took my hand and took me to my bedroom. He quickly push on top of my bed and pinned me. I look up and saw him with a devious smirk.

Shaynell:(gasp)

Damian: I know you were sad, but that doesn't excuse you for snapping at your Papi. You must be punished.

Shaynell:(smirks) Punish me, Papi.

He chuckled at my reaction and starts passionately kissing me.

Shaynell and Damian:(moaning)

Shaynell:(moaning) Damian.

Damian:(chuckling) Moan for me. It turns me on.

He smirks and starts kissing and biting my neck, making me giggle and whimpering.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Damian...

He then slides his hand into my jeans and starts rubbing my clothed clit.

Shaynell:(squeaks) Ah!

Damian: Aw. your clit is sensitive for me. Tell me. Do you miss my hand, pleasing your sensitive clit?

Shaynell:(squeaks) Yes.

Damian: Do you miss me doing this?

He then spreads my pussy lips, and inserts his thick finger inside me.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh God.

Damian:(chuckling) Such a horny little? You miss my touch so much?

Shaynell:(squeaks) Yes! I do! I do!

Damian: Good.

He then removes my jeans and panties, exposing my now wet pussy in front of me.

Damian: It look like chocolate isn't the only sweet thing in the house.

He smirks and quickly goes down on me, making me gasp and moan.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh God.

Damian: Hold your legs up. NOW!

I quickly follows his command and hold my legs up as he continue eating me out. I continue to whimper and moan as his tongue pleasure my pussy.

Shaynell:(moans) OH GOD! OH GOD!

Damian:(chuckling) You nectar is so sweet for Papi.

Shaynell:(whimpering) Papi....

He then moves away from me, causing me to whine.

Shaynell:(Whines) No.

I was quickly silenced by his passionate kiss.

Damian:(whispering) Callate la boca, mija.

He then unzips his pants, freeing his now veiny cock from its leather prison.

Shaynell:(gasp)

Damian:(chuckling) You like?

I silently nods my head.

Damian:(smirks) Why don't you be a good girl and suck me?

I get on my knee and starts slurping down on his sausage.

Damian:(grunts) Oh Mija. I miss that tongue around my dick.

I continue bobbing my head up and down as I starts slurping his cock.

Damian:(grunts) OH GOD!

Shaynell:(chuckling) You like that?

Damian:(moans) Of course I do.

I smile and continue licking and sucking him.

Damian:(grunts) I can't take it anymore! I want you inside me!

He quickly grabs me and throw me back in bed. He then grabs a condom from the nightstand to get him strapped.

Shaynell: Don't make me wait.

Damian: I won't.

He get himself strapped and get on top of me. He position himself and slowly insert the tip inside me.

Shaynell:(moans) Bunuelos.

Damian: You feel so good around my cock.

Shaynell:(moans) Oh Damian.

I wraps my legs around my body as he slowly inserts his cock inside me. He continue thrusting me, making me gasp and moan.

Shaynell:(moans) OH DAMIAN! I miss your cock!

Damian:(grunts) And I miss fucking that sweet pussy of yours.

He continue kissing my lips, getting lost in our sexual bliss. I was getting lost in carnal pleasure, my body starts to tense up and felt a intense convulsion.

Shaynell:(gasp) I'm gonna cum!

Damian:(grunts) Me too!

He keep fucking my pussy until he pulls out and cum inside the condom.

Shaynell: No fair. You cummed first!

He smirks and starts rubbing my clit, causing my clit to twitch.

Shaynell:(whining) Let me cum! PLEASE LET ME CUM!

He continue rubbing my clit until I tense up again.

Shaynell: OH GOD! I'm going to cum! I'm going to-AHHHH!!!!

I cummed all over his fingers, coating in my clear, thick essence. I plopped down on the bed and catch my breath.

Damian:(chuckling) You feel better?

Shaynell:(yawns) Yes.

Damian: Good.

He smiles and wraps his arm around me and hold me tight.

Damian: Papi loves you. No matter what.

Shaynell: Bunuelos.

Damian: And Mija?

Shaynell: Yea.

He quickly grabs my face to make me look him in the eyes.

Damian: If you ever curse at me again, I will fuck you so hard, you will be in a wheelchair for month. Do you understand?

Shaynell: Yes!

Damian:(chuckling) Good girl.

He smashed his lips against mine.

Damian: Now let's share that box of chocolate together to end the night.

Shaynell:(smiles) I would like that.

We spend the rest of the night, eating chocolate in bed.

[ofmoonlitmagic]

❛  i'm telling you, this is all playing out exactly like my dream.  ❜ (nova bahahahaha)

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

( continued from x )

He couldn't get through the boundary, the irony it was his own damn spell keeping him from her was not lost on him, but he could stand right here. "I think you're missing the point," he replied, mimicking her measured, bullshit tone, "she may not have been my wife at the gala, but I would defend that girl regardless."

His blood was boiling, but in the way it had on the night in question, in a way that awakened every sense. It cleared his mind, fueled every ounce of vitriole about to come her way.

❛  i'm telling you, this is all playing out exactly like my dream.  ❜

"You are new to the supernatural sphere, so let me once again remind you of your privilege in this world, Nov. You walked into the gala as a human, a name that whether you like it or not comes with both money and power. The OEA was always going to kiss your ass. 'Emotions were high'? I get that you saw some dead bodies, and you didn't know where your precious TJ went. He was hiding in a closet by the way, and if he told you I threatened him to get him to move his ass and do something, I absolutely did that. Billie, on the other hand, was forced to watch her friend, my best friend, brutually murdered, tortured, and then she was put back in a cage. All the death in that building, she could feel it. So when she made it out of that building and she told you to back off, that is all you should have done. Full fucking stop, Nova! What you did after that is on you. If anyone damned Nana, you did because Billie asked you and your fancy costume to walk away. I won't argue beliefs with you, but you're not gonna blame her for that. I'm not gonna stand here and listen to that. I saw her right before she left, I know what she looked like, so I know what you saw, what you ignored, what you used magic against."

Her apologies meant nothing because she didn't mean them. She wasn't sorry while she was still making excuses for her behavior. "Remember that day with TJ? The one you're apologizing for? Remember how I tried to walk away? Are you noticing a pattern between you and your beloved? Again, there's that privilege. I have tried to explain this to you so many times. The OEA wants us eradicated, it's that fancy little E in the middle of their name, and they are willing to do whatever it takes: murder, torture, experimentation, political games. They are doing it all. As a witch, you're gonna need to figure that out real quick if you're going to survive."

He was wasting breath, and maybe he couldn't get in but she couldn't get out. She made herself a little prison as long as he stood here. So he was going to stand here. The only good thing about him was Billie, but he was still no stranger to be an asshole when circumstances called for it, when making sure people who hurt her didn't come back for her.

"Maybe I should have been more succinct," he tossed back at her, as he stepped forward as close to the barrier as he could get, "and I sure hope you're listening to me." His eyes shifted into a glowing golden hue as he drew on the power from his wedding ring, and he looked directly at her. "If you lay a finger or a spell on my wife again, you better start runnin'. Not back here because this boundary won't save you then, but wherever your connections and your money can take you because I will come after you. And you will not want me to find you, do you understand?"

From one blink to the next, the shade of his eyes returned to their usual blue. "You gotta take accountability for your shit, Nova. I know you were probably thinking while you were apologizing that I wasn't going to believe you, and you're right. I don't. Because the very next breath, you're blaming Billie for reacting verbally after the hell that gala was while you reacted violently and physically. That tells me everything I need to know about what you still don't understand. I warned you about the OEA, and you didn't listen to me. You're still not listening to me, so how dare you say I'm not listening? You had the OEA escaping, but you didn't bother them. No, you came at the wounded banshee and demanded from her what you are not owed."

Exhaling, he had to stop at some point, but he had so much to say to her. So much he wanted to ask her, to understand. "But you said it better than I could: we were friends. We're not now. That has never been clearer. Hope your dream ended better than this."

[pyrrhocorax]

4 10 20 35 !

OKAY I know you asked this a bit ago sorry i got busy!!! work!!! turtle took a tiny chunk out of my finger!! the usual! y'know What's a headcanon you need to work out? i am blanking real hard with this but i Guess what i consider to be estonia's true name b/c von bock is von bullshit has been a constant Thought of mine for a long time. sme goes for a lot of nations that have bad canon names or no canon names like what the FUCK would i name them. it takes so much effort for me to decide. How long have you been in the fandom? What's your lore? i've been around a while! i can't date exactly when i started but it was at least sometime in 2008. i Think it was in the late fall of 2007, i've been trying to do the backwards math and i think this makes sense timeline wise, but my memory isn't exactly great. i figured out yesterday i am Pretty sure i was into hetalia before den/nor/ice were released?? which is. wild to me. anyway the story is that i occasionally saw hetalia fanart in passing and i was like. what the fuck is this but i don't care enough to investigate. and then i watched darker than black and was like wow i gotta tell my (now ex-)friend about this new cool anime darker then black b/c i am enjoying it a lot and i think she would too! and then my friend was like "i am going to totally ignore you. watch this thing called hetalia instead. you like other countries and history and languages and shit you should like this it's so funny" and i watched it and i didn't find it as funny as she claimed but i thought the concept itself was utterly Fascinating and i became Obsessed. my initial favs were japan/prussia/estonia initially, all for radically different reasons. i can elaborate on that if prompted it's just more text than i care to put here. then the den/nor/ice dropped and we had some comics with the nordic 5 and i was like oH FUCK these character dynamics between them are So Fun!!! and i have been in Hell every since. this is my third time getting back into hetalia after swearing it off for good and uhhh i think i have just been in denial this entire time that i am stuck here forever. Favorite Hetalia relationship dynamic? Any combination of the Anko Trio without question. they're such an interesting little complicated group. Post a Hetalia sketch or draft you want an excuse to share i am not very good at drawing and draw from the perspective of a more refined 8 year old child or something (positive). but i also don't have anything currently drafted writing wise that feels complete enough either so i am gonna share a dumb doodle i did and also share some upcoming things i plan on doing.

one of the chapters of the SOS sequel is going to be called "The Joy Machine" and i am. very excited about that.

also have a neat NorAus idea i am obsessed with and will probably write soon-ish. once i sleep and think a bunch

[aajjks]

i literally melt every time he calls y/n princess like aaaaahhhh 🤤

TPOL!JK

"jungkooook~" you whine as he caresses your bruised cheek that has you wincing at the slightest touch. he can tell the bruise is fresh and jorja immediately rushes to give you an ice pack that's been in her freezer to apply to your sore cheek. she's even gushing at how gentle jungkook handles you because she didn't see him treat chaeyoung that way but here he is treating you like a baby despite you being well in your thirties. "aww, you guys are so cuute~" coos jorja.

"ew, no" says yerin and you just shake your head as jungkook presses the icepack on your injured face and there he goes calling you princess which has you nearly melting into the floor like ice cream on a hot summer day. he knows just what to say to get what he wants but you're scared to tell jungkook the truth about chaeyoung. if you tell him, both yours and jorja's heads will be mounted on her wall but if you don't tell him, jorja's grandmother will be safe and you'll no longer be caught up in their bullshit but you'll put jungkook at risk.

it's hard to make a choice and even when jungkook looks at jorja to say something she's silent.

"it's...it's nothing. just some crazy coworker, that's all" you lie and jungkook can see right through it. your tone is shaky like usual when you tell him something you're sure he doesn't want to hear and he's a little upset that you didn't tell him the truth the first time.

"i-i lied because she was going to hurt jorja's grandmother and i don't want anything happening to anyone not even you. so i just lied about it. b-but you need to stay with her. if you break up with her, i don't know what she'll do to us"

"yeah" agrees jorja "not only that but she held y/n at gunpoint. fuck dating her, you're a billionaire right? ruin her life too" and you're shocked to hear jorja talking in such a manner but you know she's still furious about the other night. ever since that night, she's been plotting how to get her back and she doesn't mind teaming up with jungkook to do that.

"i agree with y/n" yerin says. "it's you she wants, jungkook. if you stay with her, she won't hurt them again. plus, she's just your type. you guys are definitely a match"

"no the hell they aren't!" you butt in. your jealousy finally revealing itself. "you need a girl that isn't insane. someone who's nice but not that nice, y'know? like, she laughed at nearly all of my jokes last night and i'm not even that funny"

"so basically he *cough* needs you *cough*" says jorja and both you and jungkook easily connect her words.

"haha, jojo. very funny"

His cheeks heat up immediately when jorja says the obvious thing and he looks at you once again. He removes his hand from your cheek and pulls your body in for a tight hug.

He can’t help it, he knows that you don’t want him touching you but he just needs to calm himself down and touching you or your hugs definitely do the trick.

“I-I’m so sorry yn… BUT SHE HELD YOU AT GUNPOINT?!” It’s all flashbacks and Jungkook’s hands tighten around your body because he’s triggered, his breathing is abnormal all of a sudden.

He almost lost you forever once again.

But your familiar scent calms his heart. You smell so good.

Jungkook mewls into your embrace. No… he cannot let you die especially because of him- chaeyoung…. She’s going to pay for this. He will make sure of this.

Once he thinks about just how obsessed she is with him, something clicks. “Hmm yn… what if I use her own obsession against her?” He says after reluctantly breaking the hug.

He awkwardly laughs while looking at your friends “haha sorry about that I just needed to calm down.” He admits while scratching the back of his neck.

“Hmm I know what I need to do. She can’t hurt me- just stay safe yn- I’ll hire some security for all of you…” he says, “now I gotta go.”

He gives you one last glance before leaving.

And as soon as he’s out of the house, he’s got his phone on his ear, calling his psychotic girlfriend.

“Hey. We need to talk.”

[one-abuse-survivor]

Ice Anon

We're about to be done our every other year visit family and friends trip and I'm so not looking forward to unpacking, because it's unpacking, yes, and cause we have to keep our pets inside.

But also because I know I'm going to get stuck helping while my little sister will probably not have to help. I know it's because she's chronically ill, and I know she's not as strong as me but it's so damn annoying how I always get stuck with the extra work.

I feel horrible, I have a constant headache, I feel warm, knee hurts, and general sick feeling but I'm going to have to help.

Why is it always me?? For fucks sake it's always been like this, even if I feel shit I have to make up for what she doesn't do, and often if I don't do it they get upset with me.

What the fuck

Not to mention every fucking time my sister can't, or won't, do something I have to be the one to do it for her, sometimes mom promises to pay me but it's clear she doesn't always remember.

I have vivid memories from when I was a kid where my sister's bed was unmade so mother asked me to make it for her, and kept asking me to do it. My parents have asked me to help her set up her brand new phone too, and made it clear we gotta get it done tonight.

They make me do her chores sometimes too, I remember whenever her chore was taking out our bathroom trash somehow it'd be given to me every. fucking. time.

I hate this, I know she has to take it easier since she's sick, but can't I get a break just once???

I get in trouble if I don't clean my room for months but my sister never cleans her room and mom does it for her, I can't help but feel not as important.

They seem more considerate of her too, I always feel like I have to give up for her. I always try to help her when I should be making her do it herself since she needs to learn if she hopes to live by herself one day, I always help her when she should be looking it up herself, I always help her even when I feel just as shitty as her.

It's probably because I'm the older one, it's probably because I'm used to it. My dad telling me I'm a great older sibling probably doesn't help how I feel. Just once I'd like to be the one spoiled like that, our family always seems to come to me first when they need something done.

I wish I wasn't a good sibling, wish I had kept her distant then maybe I'd have less to worry about. But no, I'm a great sibling and a great child so I get stuck with it. I know mom does more, she cleans the house, cooks, does laundry, etc and all I have to worry about is my room and my bathroom on occasion.... and whatever of my sister's I get roped into.

One time my sister got locked out of her email on accident and couldn't get into her spare so I managed to switch the alt email to mine, so we could get it back...

I was planning on it being temporary but once she got back in she told me she didn't want to switch it so I can, "Help her whenever she needs it." I laughed it off but inside I'm kinda furious about it. Why does she want me to always help her? Why can't she do it herself?? I never asked to be your alt for if anything goes wrong.

I feel too closely connected to her and it hurts me, like even if I distance us I will still be stuck to her, helping her with whatever fuckery she needs this time.

Even my other relatives that give me things, pretend to have a connection with me even tho I only see them once every other year (not twice a year like you assumed once) don't make me feel this way cause I know there'll be no way for them to interact with me unless I want it. But my sister will have ways around it, again I'm her alt even though I never wanted to be.

I'm just, tired, and frustrated. I want this bullshit to stop.

Hi again, nonnie!

I'm so sorry you've been put through all this. Of course your sister deserves help with the things she can't do on her own, but that doesn't mean that responsibility should fall on you. Of course you're tired and frustrated and just want this to stop. The responsibility your parents are putting on you to always meet your sister's needs is really unfair to you, and sounds extremely overwhelming. And it sounds like they're forgetting that you have needs too. That you deserve to be helped too when you can't handle your own things. That you deserve to feel like you matter too. That you also deserve to say "I can't do this right now". That you can't be the one to always give, even when you're pouring from an empty cup.

Of course you wish you weren't a good sibling. It really sounds like they've shoved you into a caretaking role when you never asked for it.

You should never have had to feel responsible for making up for the things your sister can't do. You might be her older sibling, but you're your parents' child as well, and you should be treated like that instead of parentified and turned into the person they all rely on when they need it. You deserve to feel carefree and to focus on your own problems instead of having to be the one to fix everyone else's on demand.

They're putting so much pressure on you, and it's no wonder it's drowning you like this. You deserve so much better than this, nonnie.

Sending so much support your way ❤️

[silkscream]

for the 3k celebration - (sangria) the first argument with arvy 💀 all da angst

“why can’t you just talk to me?”

“it’s complicated,” arvin strains, huffing his cigarette and trying to keep the vexation inside his body instead of taking it out on you.

“there’s something you won’t tell me, arvin,” you try earnestly. you brush him on the shoulder with your hand but he jerks away. the sight makes your stomach drop.

arvin would never talk to you about the nightmares, the 4 am’s when he would wake up in a cold sweat shaking. you would have your arms around him immediately, but he’d never let you know what was going on inside his head. there were always the same excuses — childhood boogeymen, stories of demonic entities that would scare him straight through catholic school — but you never believed them. but he was difficult to talk to, always retreating to the front porch to smoke his cigarette quietly and hollowing out his cheeks to the cold air around him. arvin russell was fucking tired.

“i don’t gotta tell you everything on my goddamn mind,” he says bitterly, barely looking at you. he can’t. he knows that you’re about to cry. he can hear it in the quiver of your voice.

“you don’t tell me fucking anything that’s on your mind!” you spit. “this stoic bullshit has to stop, arvin. i’m here for you every goddamn day, i cook and clean for you and i hold you when you get those nightmares and you— you won’t even let me in!”

he’s silent. all you hear it the light rain and the slow burn of his cigarette. without thinking, you snatch it from him, throwing as far into the yard as you can.

“what the fuck was that for?”

“you know what that was for.”

“’m not in the fuckin’ mood, y/n,” arvin growls. his jaw clenches tightly. “you better not keep prying before i do something i regret.”

your face falls.

“was that a fucking threat?” his eyes widen once he looks at you, actually looks at you for once, and fear replaces the anger in your eyes.

“baby, i don’t wanna fi—” he grabs your arm and you wince.

“don’t touch me.”

your nails dig into your palms as the rain gets heavier, flowing into the direction of the porch. without another word, you walk back into the house with a slam to the front door.

arvin’s anger is often quiet, but he’s never threatened you before. he’s never even indicated that he could harm you in any way, even if he is pissed off. but then the vitriol in his cutting stare was enough to maim you. enough for you to have tears streaking down your face while you clutched the fabric of your dress.

the rain has transgressed into thunder and lightning, so you almost don’t notice the light raps on your door.

“sweetheart, open the door,” arvin rasps.

“’s not locked.”

he opens the door slowly and joins you on the bed as you stare out the window, face unwavering.

“i’m sorry.”

“i know.”

he clears his throat and tries to put his hand on your thigh, but you wince in response. seeing you in this state, all curled up into yourself, makes him want to punish himself. he thinks he ought to go to hell for ever making you cry.

“i’ve done some bad things,” he whispers. “i just don’t want you to look at me different.”

silence.

“i don’t talk about lenora because it brings me back to a bad place. she—she was pregnant when she hung herself. pregnant by the preacher.”

you look at him with wide eyes. he sniffles, rubbing his reddish eyes.

“shot him at the church. i was so angry, so fucking angry about what he did to my lenora that i thought—i thought that was justice. i’ve been runnin’ this whole time until i met you. you’re the only thing that’s made me want to stay anymore. you’re the only thing that makes me feel sane.”

a lump catches in his throat as you press your forehead to his, turning him by the jaw to get close to you as you both share labored breaths.

“but you’re too damn good for me, ya know that? too fucking good. like an angel on earth. i don’t— i don’t deserve you.”

“arvin…”

“i’m so sorry for not tellin’ you. i didn’t want you to know, i didn’t wanna.. break what we have. but i don’t think i’m safe for you to be around.”

“arvin, don’t.”

“christ, haven’t even told you the whole thing,” he croaks, running both his hands across his face.

“we don’t have to talk about it right now,” you whisper, mouth on his cheek murmuring softly.

“keep thinkin’ that no matter how hard i try to be good, ‘m just not.”

“you are, you are, you are,” comes in a succession of hushed tones with kisses all over his face.

[vitaegratis]

Eddie was of the opinion that Chrissy knew him better than anyone at this point - and even what she didn’t quite understand, she accepted. God, he was so thankful for that. For her, obviously. That she thought he was worth the confusion and frustration, worth getting up to cuddle on the fire escape in the dead of night. Or were they the ‘wee hours of the morning’ now? Exhaling into her shoulder, he gently bit in contemplation.“He sat me down once, told me I could be whoever I wanted to be. That I was whoever I presented myself to be. He wasn’t telling me to chase my dreams, not really, that wasn’t his… he was teaching. Life lessons, and not even bad ones, but the way he went about it?”

Shaking his head, he looked up - not at the sky, nor anything in particular. “‘The con in conman refers to confidence, Ed! Being so brazenly confident that the people around them living in their own perception - not necessarily their perspective - buy into what they’re selling. You gotta be consistent, if you don’t want to end up a convict - you’ve got convince everyone, starting with yourself.’ It was bullshit. I mean, I bought into it, but I was a kid. Impressionable. I hung on every word he said. You think I ramble on? That I say a lot of shit? I get it from him… sure as hell not from Wayne. Wayne can say things without even saying them. He just gives you a look. He’s a man of few words. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t mess with people.”

So as much as Eddie would have liked to pretend that his father had nothing to do with him being the man that he had become… he couldn’t convince himself of that. It simply wasn’t true. “I know all that influenced me growing up. I mean, the love of fantasy. Pretending, performing. Mocking all the cliques, people’s perceptions of each other… thinking the social hierarchy thing was bullshit.” A lot of his obnoxiousness came down to unearned overconfidence. Which… he didn’t really have, with Chrissy. At least, at first. Perhaps that had been another reason she had been able to tolerate him. Overlook what was honestly an unattractive trait, if one was honest. If he had been kind and soft, but smug and cocky? Would things still have played out the way they had? Would they have made it to this point? “…I don’t know if he even tried his best or not, if his best was just shit, or if he didn’t even bother. I don’t know, and I wish I didn’t care, but. Ah, fuck… it’s pretty cold. Let’s head back in. Back to bed. I can figure out what I’ll do… later. There’s still time. Don’t think I didn’t catch that ‘I nearly failed too’ though… I’ll leave it alone. For now.”

Wouldn’t even reverse uno her with her own advice, which… while it was good advice he hoped she herself would consider - he wasn’t going to deflect. Not now, and not in regards to that. This. All of it. I’ve been… dumping a lot, opening up, however you want to put it… and I know it’s a lot. Not bad, not too much, but… I’m sorry. I know you don’t want me to be, but… again, I love you. So damn much.”

---☁︎｡⋆｡ "Alright," she agreed, resting her head on his. Chrissy was at a loss for what to do. She didn't want to sit there and preach at him about things that, truthfully, the blonde didn't understand. The woman never would. Eddie had been through a lot. Between his father and his mother, he was sort of set up on a difficult path. Set up to fail, almost. So, she did what she does best and just continued to listen. Take everything in and use it to help him in the future. To better understand him.

--- "I nearly failed, too," a quiet addition to let her boyfriend, no, fiancee know that he wasn't the only one. Ignoring the circumstances of failing. "And I'm thankful you dealt drugs," with her next little addition, Chrissy gave his hand (what she hoped was) a reassuring squeeze. "I love you too, so much." In response to what Eddie said to her. Continuing to take everything in, the blonde blinked several times and looked about. Processing. There was a lot that he admitted to, and she was trying to figure out what to best say to him. "It's okay, you know. All of that." Because it was. Feelings weren't wrong. Not when it came to something complicated like neglectful parents. "You heal in your own time. Small steps forward are still steps forward. The need for approval and to prove yourself are normal for parents. I think just the nature of it makes it hard to completely and totally cut them out and not have them affect you," she commented. "Just know, nothing's wrong with any of that."

[ms-demeanor]

The Very Basics of Not Killing Your Computer

AVOID HEAT STRESS

If you have a laptop DO NOT use it on a soft surface like a pillow or on a blanket, it’ll block the vents on your computer and make it get really fucking hot inside.

If you have a desktop you gotta open it up and blow out the dust sometimes.

If you are moving your laptop in a bag turn the laptop off. Don’t put it to sleep, don’t just shut the screen, turn it off, because otherwise it’s in the bag generating heat and there’s nowhere for the heat to go in the bag. OFF. Not sleep. OFF.

DO NOT DROP

Okay I know that should be obvious but drop damage to your hard drive is bad bad news. Be as careful as you can to set your computer gently on flat surfaces; don’t leave it hanging out on a bed where it can get knocked off, don’t set it on the roof of your car. And yes, just dropping it a couple inches can kill your hard drive or totally shatter your screen.

DON’T PUT SHIT ON YOUR KEYBOARD

Look I’ve seen four people ruin their laptops because they had a pen on the keyboard and closed the laptop and it fucked up the screen and the keyboard and it sucks so much and you feel awful after it happens because it’s so avoidable just don’t put things on your keyboard and always check that your laptop is clear before you close it.

PROTECT YOUR PORTS ON YOUR LAPTOP

You’ve only got one power jack and a limited number of other inputs on your computer and if they detach from the motherboard you’re fucked. USB ports get damaged because people use them a lot and eventually it weakens the connection and then they just stop working and it sucks. You can get around this with USB ports by using a USB hub to connect things like your keyboard and mouse.

For your power plug you just gotta be careful. Avoid tripping over the cord at all costs, don’t yank the plug out of the computer. It will SUCK VERY MUCH A LOT if you have to buy a new computer because the power port lost contact with the motherboard.

Don’t move your computer with things plugged into it. Take the power cord off before you put your laptop in the bag, take out the USB mouse dongle, do not travel with little nubby bits sticking out of your computer that can easily get caught or get tweaked or snap off inside of the thing.

(I really can’t emphasize enough that most of the “it will cost more than it’s worth to fix this” laptops I see are because of USB ports and power jacks. People don’t seem to know that this isn’t something that can be fixed easily; a broken power jack is a “remove the motherboard and resoldier components” job, not a “plug a new one in in fifteen minutes” job and most computer repair shops aren’t going to solder things for you and if they DO it’s going to be very expensive)

RESTART YOUR SHIT AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH AND JUST LET THE FUCKING UPDATES RUN

You should probably restart more than once a month but whatever. This is actually something that I consider part of reducing heat stress because when your processor is straining to keep up with all the background bullshit that’s running from a program you opened three weeks ago it’s going to use up resources and get hot and look just restart it once in a while.

Also the updates are almost always okay and safe and generally running updates is a good and secure thing to do (though maybe follow a blog dedicated to the OS you run because if there IS a problem with the updates that blog will probably talk about it before the update gets forced on your computer)

ANTIVIRUS BULLSHIT

Yes you should probably be running an antivirus.

Sophos is free and it’s fine. But don’t pay for it - if you’re using Sophos use the free version.

If you’re looking for something paid and a little more comprehensive I recommend ESET - get the cheap version, renewals cost less than the initial purchase, and feel free to get a multi-year version, the credentials follow your email not the computer so if your computer dies before your license expires you can install the license on a new computer.

DO NOT INSTALL NORTON OR MCAFEE THEY ARE EXPENSIVE BULLSHIT. Kaspersky is whatever. It’s less bullshit than Norton or McAfee but not as good as ESET for about the same cost.

If you think you’ve got a virus run the free version of Malwarebytes and get your shit cleaned.

KEEP LIQUIDS THE FUCK AWAY FROM YOUR COMPUTER

Again this should be obvious and yet. But seriously, just make a rule for yourself that drinks aren’t allowed on the same table as your computer and you’ll save yourself a lot of headaches.

PLUG YOUR COMPUTER INTO A UPS

Okay I fucking hate amazon but here’s a thing you should be using, just search the rest of the internet for “surge protector/UPS” and you’ll find something that isn’t from amazon - APC is a solid brand for this.

Basically you want a fat surge protector that has a little bit of a battery backup and you want to plug your computer (desktop OR laptop) into that instead of into the wall. The benefit of this is twofold:

1) if there’s a power surge the UPS will prevent your computer’s power supply from getting fried and possibly frying parts of your motherboard

2) if there’s a power outage and you’re *at* your computer you’ll have enough time to save what you’re working on before your computer loses power (like, you’ll maybe only have a minute or two on a small UPS but that’s still time to hit CTRL+S and keep from losing work)

At a bare, bare minimum your computer should be plugged into a surge protector but NOT directly into the wall.

BACK YOUR SHIT UP

[we interrupt this yelling for me to tell you that Western Digital has apparently released their new My Passport line and I’m obligated to inform you that you can get a 2.5″ USB 3.0 backup drive with FIVE FUCKING TERABYTES OF STORAGE for $130. Or you can get 4TB for $93. Or you can get 1TB for $53. basically what I’m saying is that it is not only cheap computer season it is also cheap hard drive season.]

[also if you’re getting a backup drive get western digital not seagate seagate fucking sucks and has a much higher failure rate]

Uh, okay, anyway - Do an image backup of your computer every once in a while so that if you get infected or your hard drive dies or whatever you can just restore from backup and move on like nothing happened.

HERE’S HOW TO DO AN IMAGE BACKUP.

SAVE YOURSELF THE WEAR AND TEAR

You know what is cheap? USB Keyboards and USB mice. You know what is not cheap? Fixing the touchpad on a laptop or replacing a laptop keyboard.

Get yourself a USB hub, a USB Keyboard and a USB Mouse (wired or wireless, doesn’t matter) and if you’re using your laptop at home plug *that* into your computer.

Also if your keyboard on your laptop breaks it’s fine just to use a USB keyboard instead I promise; if the screen breaks it’s also usually cheaper and easier to get a used or inexpensive monitor than it is to replace the screen. Your laptop is basically just a very small version of whatever bullshit is going on inside a desktop, if the peripherals break but the core components are fine you can just use it like a desktop.

Unless it’s a piece of shit that doesn’t have any USB ports or video out in which case you got ripped off, friend, demand functionality in your devices I’m sorry.

/rant

[itsamejin]

easy || jungkook angst/fluff

Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk

Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

Commission Request: @altus-gens​

Word Count: 9,203 words

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It's not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality. 

He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical 'it' boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he'd have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.

"How about this," Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, "the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.

“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Not at all, actually.”

"For how much?" Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. "I'll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month."

Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.

"I'll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you're really down," Taehyung flaunts. "You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it."

"Dude that's gross," Seokjin chimes in, "No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl."

Taehyung shakes his head.

"No, no, no," he says, clicking his tongue. "I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert."

“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters. 

Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.

"You have to date the girl for like three months," Taehyung says seriously, "and I'll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck."

They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung's bet regardless. It's not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.

"You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl," Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung's offer, but he was still game depending on the person.

"Then how would you feel," Taehyung starts, "if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter."

The boys, even the ones who weren't interested, were now listening to Taehyung's every word.

"You mean," Hoseok gulps, "I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!"

Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.

"Just the perk of having parents who have connections," Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.

“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.

He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.

"The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”

They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet. 

Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.

The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.

And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.

"Nope, nope, nope," Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. "Can't, won't, never will. Sorry, Tae."

They all stare at him in confusion.

"What the fuck, what's wrong with her?" Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.

"No, nothing," there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”

Jimin just sighs.

"She's been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It'll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter..."

The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.

"She's not my type so I don't think I could really get into it either," Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too. 

"Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?" Hoseok sighs.

They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.

"Yeah, I’m backing out," Yoongi agrees, "and she hates me so there's that."

They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.

"What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”

He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.

“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I'd rather not have to deal with them again."

The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.

"You're actually a piece of shit," Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though..."

Jungkook nods in agreement. It's been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn't mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he's sure you weren't too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn't mention Yoongi in any conversations.

"I'm in," Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.

They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung's bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.

"I mean, it's all yours if you want," Namjoon replies, "I don't wanna turn it into a competition.”

“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”

They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength. 

“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.

“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I don’t know about this, guys...”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression. 

“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.

“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.

He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.

“Deal.”

—

Jungkook slid into the seat next to yours in the campus canteen, his eyes filled with determination. His posture was laid-back, but it was a little too obvious that he was trying to act like he didn’t care.

“Hi,” he greets you in a breathy tone- girls loved it when he spoke with his breathy tone.

“Hi?”

You’d been sensing that someone was staring at you during the lecture, but you thought that was just the paranoia that came from being near such an intimidating group of guys. Turns out, you should always trust your instincts.

Jungkook had a boyish grin on his face that made you want to smile back but also stare at him in disgust.

“I heard you help Jimin with Professor Kwon’s notes,” he whispers mischievously. “I’m struggling myself, actually...”

Not really, but you know. This was the easiest tactic to approach you- tackle your similarities. You nod understandingly at his words, not quite getting that he was flirting with you.

“Yeah I can send you the Google Drive folder,” you comply, taking your phone out. “But you can’t let Professor Kwon know or else he’ll flip out. He doesn’t want people to have the notes for some odd reason...”

You trail off but Jungkook just scoffs. You seemed clueless.

“That’s not what I necessarily meant,” he says, a little shy this time. “I need a tutor.”

You furrow your brows at him.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay me for that,” you say seriously. The last time you offered to tutor someone for free, they ended up blaming you for their failing grade and screaming about it all over social media. You needed money to compensate for that emotional trauma. “Microeconomics is hard to teach.”

“Well thankfully I’m a good student,” Jungkook teases. You stare at him with a deadpan face.

“You wouldn’t need my help if you were a good student,” you say blankly, standing up from your seat. “My hourly rate is 20,000 Won. Take it or leave it.”

Jungkook’s eye twitched. He had to spend his money to get Taehyung’s money? Well, the payout would be worth it in the end anyway. He reaches out a hand to you.

“If you’d have me,” he says cheekily, looking up at you. You take his hand in yours and maybe for a second you felt your heart skip a beat, but that was soon over when you let go of him.

“You have sweaty hands,” you say straightforwardly. You wipe your hand on your shirt and he coughs awkwardly at how unresponsive you truly were. Didn’t Jimin say you were a nice person? 

You take your barely-touched lunch tray and walk away from his pensive figure.

“Wait, can I get your number?” he yells. You don’t look back.

“Alright, whatever,” he mumbles to himself. “I’ll just ask Jimin, I guess.”

Without even a second glance, you disappear from his sight. He sits back on his chair, heaving out a deep sigh. Sure, this wasn’t the first girl that didn’t care much for his advances, but you didn’t even crack a smile or anything. This is going to be harder than he thought...

—

“She hates me,” Jungkook whines to Seokjin as they walked down the university halls to their next shared class. “Yesterday, I went up to her to get her number and I left with a fucking debt. Does that make any sense?”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have taken on the bet,” Seokjin yawned. “Namjoon would have wooed her with his poetry by now or some shit.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s interested in a dude who can’t even put on a hat without causing an earthquake.”

Seokjin smacked him on the back.

“At least he’d have the guts to say no to having a fucking tutor,” Seokjin replies. “You dug your own grave, man. Now roll around in it.”

“Do you want me to succeed or not?” 

“I want you to not be a fucking dumbass, Jungkook,” Seokjin sighs. “Do you really wanna make your reputation worse than it already is?”

Just as Jungkook was about to reply, he catches a glimpse of you walking farther ahead in the university courtyard. You were a bit far but he’s sure he could make it if he hurries. He smacks the binder he held in his right hand onto Seokjin’s chest.

“Yo, can you cover for me,” he asks hastily and Seokjin stares at him with a concerned gaze. He watches as Jungkook takes off his backpack and leaves it on the ground. Jungkook looked about ready to break out in a sprint.

“What the fuck, why?” Seokjin questions.

“Just tell the TA I’m out for a bit,” he says in response, already running ahead to catch up to you. “I’m winning this fucking bet or I’ll die trying.”

Jin stands still, mouth agape. Jungkook really left him with his backpack and binder just to talk to you. He shakes his head. ‘I need to make new friends,’ he thought to himself, picking up the discarded backpack and walking in the direction of the class Jungkook was planning to be late to.

You were walking with your earphones on, not noticing someone sprinting at you in record speed. You only turn your music off when Jungkook stops in front of you, his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily.

“Hey,” he says through deep breaths. You nod at him awkwardly.

“Why are you running?”

“I wanted to... catch up to you... and I thought... you were closer... but the run here... took... fucking... forever,” he says breathlessly. “Water. I need water.”

You take out a bottle from your tote bag hastily, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, grazing your fingers a bit. As he was about to start chugging it, you halted him.

“Waterfall,” you say curtly- you were still planning to drink out of it later after all. 

He nods in response, a drop of sweat cascading the side of his neck. After he was done, there was practically no water left anyway. ‘I’m gonna have to refill it myself,’ you thought begrudgingly. You stuff it back into your bag and wait until his breaths become more even.

“A bit out of shape, huh?”

He scoffs and gives you a glare, clearly offended.

“I actually have a Taekwondo scholarship, you know that? I just wasn’t warmed up and I’m naturally sweaty so it’s not like-”

You laugh a little.

“I’m joking,” you say, a smile adorning your face. He feels his face turn red and he can’t help but purse his lips out of embarrassment. Jeon Jungkook couldn’t take a fucking joke.

“O-oh,” he says shyly, avoiding your gaze. Why was he acting more like an idiot than usual? You hear the chiming bells of the university tower and stare at your phone to check the time.

“Don’t you have a class?” you ask him. His eyes widen and soon he was dashing off again. He turns around mid-run, jogging backward to face you.

“My number is 06-1313-9197,” he yells, loud enough for the other late students in the courtyard to hear. Most of them roll their eyes, knowing that Jungkook was flirting with another girl yet again. You’re embarrassed by the amount of attention he’s getting, but punch his number on your phone anyway.

“Text me,” he shouts. “I’ll always respond to you.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

—

"That’s wrong,” you say, reaching over to Jungkook’s notebook and marking a large ‘X’ on his paper. “You’re not supposed to apply that function for this problem...”

Jungkook stared at you with a tired face. He didn’t think he was too bad at the mathematical aspect of Microeconomics, but it seemed like it was your life’s mission to make him look like an idiot. Of course, you caught every mistake that he made- even the ones he made on purpose just to see if you were really paying attention to his work and not bamboozling him.

“My bad,” he mutters, copying down the same problem on a different sheet of paper. He didn’t even get a chance to make a move on you today- not like he could make any big developments in the campus library anyway.

“Is it like this?” he asks, tilting his notebook to face you. You take a hard look at it and nod.

“Yeah, just make sure you know the difference between these two formulas, or else you’ll mess up on the midterm,” you say thoughtfully.

This was your fourth or fifth tutoring session by now? Truth be told he wasn’t really counting. Each moment he spent with you kind of blended together and he didn’t quite know if that was a bad thing or not.

“You know you’re not even struggling,” you say, your nose buried deep in your textbook. “It’s not like you’re completely clueless like Jimin. It seems like you’re wasting money on stuff you already know.”

Jungkook laughs heartily, getting shushed by the people around him. He really was stupid, wasn’t he?

“Yeah, well, it was just an excuse to hang out with the pretty girl in class, you know?” he says as nonchalantly as he could. You stare at him for a second and he swears he feels his body freeze over. If looks could kill...

You just shook your head with a click of your tongue and got back to reading.

“The pretty girl in class is most definitely not me,” you grumble. “If you wanted, I could’ve given you Soobin’s number without all the added hassle of you trying to come talk to me-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jungkook stops you from saying anything else. He looked worriedly at your face. “I don’t even know who the hell Soobin is, why would I want her number?”

You look at him and finally, you chuckle. ‘She really does have a nice smile,’ Jungkook thought to himself. It would be nice if he could make you laugh more often and not just on rare occasions like this.

“You’re saying you don’t know Yoongi’s ex?” you tease slightly. You were finally letting your guard down with him and Jungkook smirked. One wall down, another million more to go.

“Bold of you to assume that I know any of Yoongi’s exes,” he says and you scoff. “He’s an asshole when it comes to dating.”

You roll your eyes.

“Isn’t that your whole friend group?”

He pouts. You knew of his reputation after all. Jungkook thought he could get away playing a nice boy act, but it didn't seem possible considering your knowledge of him. A little white lie couldn’t hurt in the end.

“Not me,” he replies. “I choose my relationships pretty carefully.”

You take a glance at him before jotting down a few more words in your notebook.

“Well,” you start off, a little shy to admit what you were about to say, “I guess we both have that in common.”

He tilts his head rather cutely out of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

You cough awkwardly, adjusting yourself on one of the library’s notoriously squeaky seats.

“I’ve never really had a boyfriend before,” you say quietly. His eyes bulge out from their sockets.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Like, you’ve never been on a date or what?”

“I have,” you say hesitantly. “I’ve been on a few but they just never led into anything serious. I was pretty focused on studying in high school so there weren’t really any opportunities to get involved with someone. Plus, the guys who pursued me weren’t very... attractive.”

Jungkook laughs loudly again, much to the dismay of the other students in the library. He liked that you didn’t beat around the bush- it was easier to talk to you that way.

“And me?” he asks teasingly, laying his head on his arm that was atop the desk. He looks up at you with that boyish grin of his that gave you small butterflies in your stomach. You stare back at him, but only for a second. You ignore his watchful gaze and continue to flip through your textbook, trying to find the passage you last read. He keeps his eyes locked on you and you just couldn’t resist.

“What about you?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“Am I attractive?” he replies as bluntly as he could. You stop your movements and he chuckles.

“You’re... cute,” you settle on that word. Cute. It was safe enough to not be misinterpreted too much. He sits up straight with a satisfied smirk. He takes his pen and draws a heart on the side of your notebook. He winks at you when you stare back at him, puzzled by his actions.

“You are too.”

—

“Tell me you’re lying,” Soobin whines disappointingly, shaking your shoulders. You were trying to eat lunch undisturbed in one of the campus cafes but your two friends seem hell-bent on making you suffer. “There’s no way you’re friends with Jungkook.”

You sigh, attempting to rid yourself of Soobin’s grasp but to no avail.

“He’s an asshole, [Y/N],” Gaeun sighs disappointingly. “I thought you were a feminist, why the fuck do you even tolerate him?”

You glare at her for a split second before going back to prying Soobin off you.

“Jungkook has no respect for women or himself. It shows in how many shitty friends he has,” Soobin chants, still clearly bitter that Yoongi dumped her.

You shake your head, rolling your shoulders back when she finally lets go of you.

“Jungkook’s not even as bad as you guys describe him,” you reply. “He’s actually been really sweet.”

The girls take a glance at each other and burst in a fit of laughter.

“You must be out of your damn mind,” Gaeun cries. You cower slightly at their words. It’s not like you said anything that controversial, did you?

Soobin slaps Gaeun on the shoulder when she realizes how your face had soured. It wasn’t right to judge you for your choice of friends so harshly, no matter how horrid said person was.

“As long as it doesn’t go past friends,” she says soothingly, but that only made you feel worse.

“Why?” you ask a little hesitantly. “Does Jungkook sleep around?”

Gaeun nods, a worrying glimpse in her eyes.

“He's not exactly the type to kiss and stay...”

You nod understandingly. You weren’t too clueless to believe Jungkook when he said he was “careful” on who he dated. As long as you knew the boundaries that came with being his tutor, everything should be fine... right?

“Don’t worry guys,” you say with determination. “I’m not the type to get played-”

“Of course you are!” Gaeun sighed. “Guys gravitate towards girls like you who lack experience. Jungkook’s a fucking weirdo, of course, he’s gonna try and-”

“[Y/N]!” a shout from across the cafe screams. That distracted you from the various insults Gaeun was spewing from her mouth. You get that she was being critical of Jungkook, but did she have to speak ill of you too?

You look around and catch Jungkook waving frantically at you. He stops at your table and takes a mere glance at your friends before setting his focus on you. 

“Do you have time to help me out today? One of the papers for my writing class-”

“You tutor him in writing now, too?!” Soobin exclaimed, mouth agape. “[Y/N], what the fuck.”

You try to ignore your friend’s overreaction, a little disheartened when Jungkook looked hurt at their words. He had started to shy away from them as if he didn’t feel welcomed.

“Nevermind, I’ll just ask you later-”

“Actually,” you say standing up. “I’m free now.”

The two girls look back and forth between you and Jungkook, noticing the stars in your eyes when you looked at him. They did not like the thought of you two together at all.

“But [Y/N]-” 

You ignored their words and start to walk away, hoping Jungkook would come catch up to you. You didn’t quite know why their insistence on him being a bad person had made your blood boil. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his flirtatious tendencies, but hearing from your friends that you shouldn’t pursue a guy that you liked-

You stopped in your tracks and feel heat climb up your face. Like.

No way you admitted that just now. There’s no possible way you actually like-

“Hey, wait up,” Jungkook pants, his hand touching your shoulder. “Why do you walk so fast for-”

He sees your shocked face and turns you towards him, his hands on your shoulder similar to how Soobin had shaken you just earlier. Except this time, it felt comforting. It made your whole body feel warm as if you were coated with a weighted blanket. Was he always this gorgeous?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, inspecting your face closely. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“N-nothing,” you swipe his hands away and rush out the door of the cafe. He smirks at how flustered you look, maybe he did have an effect on you after all.

Jungkook takes a last glimpse at the two girls who sat in their seats, staring at him disapprovingly. He raised an eyebrow at them and shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans, following after you. ‘They’ll try to get in the way,’ Jungkook thought to himself, ‘but they’re already too late.’

The girls clenched their fist out of annoyance. He was definitely trying to get on their nerves.

“There’s something strange about what’s happening,” Gaeun mutters.

“They’re up to something,” Soobin agrees. “I don’t trust him at all.”

—

It’s been a week since you last spoke to your friends, not really wanting to read the messages they bombarded you with about how you should stay for away from Jungkook. It was hard to take any of their advice seriously when they were just badmouthing him without reason. They based all their opinions on him from rumors around the school and Soobin always felt the need to compare him to Yoongi even though they both had very different personalities. Well, at least to you they seemed very different.

Frankly, you were sick of their nagging and just turned off notifications from that group chat altogether. Instead of sitting next to them during Microeconomics, you opted to sit with Jungkook in the back of the lecture hall instead of at the front with them. Jungkook had abandoned his own rowdy friend group to sit with you and flashed them quick smirks and winks whenever they’d stare at him. 

Slowly, Jungkook had started to become a constant in your day to day life. You walked to class with him, ate with him, played video games with him. It was sort of strange how used to you were of his presence, like you had known him your whole life. Jungkook snaps you out of your thoughts when he starts humming a little tune.

He draws a heart in the corner of your notes- which you find he has a habit of doing whenever he wanted to say something stupid.

“I don’t get what he’s saying,” he pouts cutely. “It’s like he’s speaking a foreign language.”

You shake your head, not paying him any mind.

“Well maybe if you actually paid attention,” you mutter softly. He scoots closer to you and you feel yourself stiffen.

“But you’re tutoring me later on anyway,” he says teasingly. “I get more bang for my buck if I know less.”

“Bang for my buck,” you scoff. “Who even says that anymore?”

He points at himself nonchalantly and you can’t help but crack a smile as you continue to focus on the professor’s words. You don’t even cower under his gaze like you usually do when he stares at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“What do you want?” you ask, finally caving when Professor Kwon adjusted something in his PowerPoint slides. He smiles.

“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook replies and you could feel your palms clam up. His flirtatious comments increased as time passed and you didn’t really quite know whether he was just teasing you or if he was genuinely interested in you. You weren’t very good at taking a hint.

“I’m writing right now...” you reply, slightly skipping a beat in your note-taking. He really was the ultimate distraction, wasn’t he?

Jungkook pouts sadly, but you can tell an idea pops up in his mind when his eyes start to glimmer. He sits his hand on your thigh and you jolt back from the touch of his hand on the material of your jeans. He pulls away slightly, scared that he had made you uncomfortable.

“I just want to put my arm around you,” he asks innocently. “Are you okay with that?”

You calm yourself down and nod. For goodness sake, you weren’t a child- why did a hand on your thigh make you so nervous for?!

“Yeah,” you say, a little more confident despite your nerves. “Go ahead.”

He smiles softly at you and connects his hand to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. It was comforting, not at all meant to be more than just a public display of affection. He finds himself getting lost in the lecture along with you, his hand playing with a loose thread on your shirt through it all. He didn’t even look at his friends who were teasing him on the other side of the class or your own friends shooting daggers into his being.

At that moment, it was you, him, and Professor Kwon giving out a lecture that had half of the students already asleep. He smiled at how diligently you worked and how your breath would quicken when Professor Kwon switched the slides without a warning. It was the little idiosyncrasies like this that caught his attention, the kind of things that made him wonder where you’d been all his life.

The smile on Jungkook’s face disappeared when he came to that realization.

Fuck.

—

Jungkook rolls around the grass while you sit on the picnic blanket you two had set up. Midterms were over and grades would soon be announced. He wanted a much-needed distraction from the monotony of constant studying and you had suggested a small picnic in a nearby park. Of course, he agreed. 

“We’re free,” he groans. “Finally free.”

Jungkook stares hungrily at the assortment of food you had laid out for the two of you. He tries to reach a hand out to grab a bottle of lemonade but ultimately fails in the end. You giggle at his silliness, popping a grape in your mouth.

“You’re welcome by the way,” you say jokingly. “Don’t think you could’ve done it without me.”

He sits up to face you, bowing deeply as if you were a traditional empress.

“Thank you,” he says, imitating a Joseon accent. He was watching far too many historical dramas recently.

“You’re embarrassing me,” you say, attempting to straighten him out. “Sit up.”

He complies, only after a few pulls from you, with a toothy grin on his face.

“Seriously, I don’t think I could have gone through the first few weeks of Professor Kwon’s class without your notes,” he sighs, opening his mouth to signal that he wanted to be fed. You roll your eyes but placed a grape between his teeth anyway.

“You have hands, you should know how to use them,” you mumble shyly.

You move to take another grape for yourself, but he grabs your wrist before you could. He intertwines his fingers into yours.

“Why should I when my hands are holding yours~,” he says in a sing-song voice. It made you want to throw up at how cheesy he was, but you couldn’t help but laugh along as he cringed at his own words. When was it so normal for him to hold your hands like this?

“You can’t go one sentence without flirting, can you?” you sigh, feigning annoyance.

“Not when it comes to you,” he replies, but you could feel sincerity laced between his laughter. “I can’t resist flirting when it makes you all giggly like this.”

You purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling too brightly. Jungkook and you were somewhat past the point of being just friends by now, but you were too much of a coward to label what you had with him. What if there was a chance that he was just leading you on?

Jungkook saw your furrowed brows. He rubbed circles on your hands with his thumbs to ease you.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly, about to let go.

“No-” you say a little too quickly, clasping him closer to you. Your faces were inches apart now, much nearer than they were before.

“D-don’t,” you attempt to say but you’re tongue tangled as you looked at his lips. He certainly does have nice lips...

“Don’t what?” he asks in a lowly voice. You start to look around you- anywhere that wasn’t him. The park was relatively empty but it still felt embarrassing to say anything too loud.

“D-don’t let me go,” you say, your eyes on the picnic blanket rather than on him. His gaze was too intense to look at. Jungkook feels his heart clench. You were cute, too cute. 

He shouldn’t be feeling this attached to you, but he couldn’t help it. Everything you did, every word that came out of your mouth- it had him wanting more from you than he could possibly handle. It was dangerous to feel this way.

“Why don’t you want me to let you go?” he asks nervously. He too was anxious for the answer. If you were to confess to Jungkook right now, he’d get the first part of the bet done, but there’d be no turning back after your confession. He would have to lie to you from now on. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, chanting to himself that it’s okay to like you for a little while, just as long as he doesn’t get too attached in the end. He needed the money, he really did.

“Because,” you start off with a sigh, staring at him now with glossy eyes. “I like you.”

Jungkook feels like he could do ten backflips in one go and it wouldn’t even drain him of energy. The smile on his face was huge, his eyes curling into that half-moon shape that made you swoon. 

Jungkook was relieved and if the boys asked, it was because he’d only have to date you for three months. He’d die before he’d admit to them that he caught feelings because Taehyung, as generous as he was with his bets, would never give Jungkook the money unless he cleanly broke up with you. It was one of his unspoken rules.

“I like you too.”

You smile at him and he can’t help but pull you close, his lips hovering over yours.

“Can I?”

You nod.

His lips graze yours slightly but he pushes a bit closer when he feels you lean into his touch. He kisses you again, and again, and again, but you pull away when his tongue had started to prod at your lips. Your face was flushed,  embarrassed to be doing this in such a public place.

“Maybe later?” you say, panting slightly. He gives you a cheeky grin and nods.

“At my place?” he asks with a wink.

You hesitate, letting go of his arms, twiddling with your fingers. You wanted to set clear labels on what your relationship was. You didn't want to accidentally get caught up in a friends-with-benefits situation and be all shocked when Jungkook ends up breaking your heart.

“So we’re dating now, right?” you ask cautiously, looking at him with a worried glint in your eyes. 

Jungkook’s mouth opens to speak but no words come out. He thinks a little harder about the whole situation... He was getting good grades, spending some quality time with a girl he’s clearly attracted to, and having his rent paid off all in one? He was killing three birds with one stone. It shouldn’t be too big of a problem to catch feelings for now, right? It’s not like any of his relationships lasted longer than a couple of months anyway.

He nods, cupping your face lightly.

“Yeah,” he hesitates. “We’re dating.”

Jungkook wasn’t aware, as he gives you another light peck, that it wasn’t possible to have his cake and eat it too.

—

It happens naturally. You coming in and out of his apartment that he shared with his friends, you tangling your legs with his underneath the sheets of his bed. It was hard to imagine a life where you didn’t wake up with him by your side. You were so wrapped up in his touch, so wrapped up in the sweet words he would whisper into your ears, that you spent most of your time with him. 

You weren’t really up to date with your friends anymore and he didn’t really hang out with his either. Jungkook shared an apartment with Seokjin and Hoseok, and so the only contact he had with the other boys was when they visited those two. He should’ve known to take you back home when all the boys bombarded into his living room, where you sat with him watching TV. 

“The lovebirds are at it again,” Taehyung coos, a mysterious glint in his eyes. “The honeymoon stage hasn’t passed quite yet, has it?”

Jungkook chucks one of the sofa’s throw pillows at his friend, obviously annoyed. What the fuck did Taehyung think he was doing?

“Quit it,” he mutters. You were sitting next to Jungkook, his arm around your shoulder protectively

“Why?” Yoongi yawns. “Anyone can see how incredibly in love you two are.”

You didn’t quite like the smirk he gave the two of you. This didn’t feel like regular teasing... it felt like he knew something that you weren't aware of. It made you curl your toes out of fear.

“Guys,” Jimin says calmly. “Stop it.”

The boys shrug their shoulders as if they said nothing wrong.

“We’re just pointing out how cute they are together,” Taehyung noted, “It’s not like we’re lying to her or anything-”

“Yeah, or leading her on or anything like that-”

“I think I should go,” you say hurriedly, uncomfortable at how tense the atmosphere was. Jungkook was clenching his fists, about ready to start a fight any second. Knowing his strength, you didn’t want anyone to walk around with a bruised eye because you couldn’t handle a few jokes- if that’s what Taehyung and Yoongi think they’re making. Harmless jokes.

“I’ll take you home,” Jungkook announces, standing up with you. Namjoon pulls him down back on the couch.

“Let someone else take her,” he says sternly. “We need to talk.”

Jungkook was about to protest until you spoke up.

“I can get home by myself just fine.”

“Hoseok and I can take you,” Seokjin insists, pulling the unassuming man up with him. “We don’t mind.”

Hoseok gives you a lopsided smile and you return an equally awkward one.

“Okay, that’s settled,” you say, clapping your hands. You walk over to Jungkook. “I’ll text you later okay?”

He nods, grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. Yoongi scoffs and Taehyung glares at Jungkook. The dirty glances they were giving each other... You didn’t like it at all.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

—

The walk to your apartment was unnecessarily awkward, Hoseok and Seokjin were talking too much and you talked too little. You tried to respond to their every quip, but you weren’t in the mood for chatting after that whole mess.

“You okay, [Y/N]?” Hoseok asks worriedly. “Don’t think too much about what those idiots said back there, they’re like that all the time.”

You nod, keeping your eyes on the ground. There was something chipping away at the back of your mind, something you wanted to get out of your chest.

“Would you say Jungkook and Yoongi act similarly?” you hesitate to say, “like with relationships?”

The two boys exchanged nervous glances at each other.

“Well, it depends,” Seokjin starts, choosing his words specifically. “What about relationships specifically?”

“Does he...,” you start off, not knowing the right phrase without sounding too harsh, “play around with girls? Like how Yoongi played around with Soobin?”

Hoseok looked at you with a raised brow.

“Who’s Soobin?” he asks before getting punched in the arm by Seokjin. “What the fuck bro!”

Seokjin clears his throat.

“What Hoseok meant to say,” he starts, glaring at his friend a little too harshly, “is that Yoongi never really introduces us to his girlfriends. You, on the other hand, are one of the few girls Jungkook actually took the time to invite over.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok chimes in. “He’s not exactly the most chivalrous, but he wouldn’t ghost someone like Yoongi did.”

Somehow their words weren’t enough to satisfy you. There was still something off in the conversation that transpired between the three boys- as if they were all keeping something from you. You stopped abruptly in front of your apartment complex, finally making eye-contact with the two boys.

“Do you think...” you start, a slight quiver in your voice, “that Jungkook is cheating on me?”

The two boys let out a deep breath that you didn’t even notice they were holding and laughed joyously together. They cackled as if what you said was the funniest thing they had ever heard in their life. Seokjin wipes a stray tear from his eye.

“Y-you think Jungkook’s cheating on you?!”

You nod, a little embarrassed at their reaction. Hoseok shakes his head, sighing out of his laughter.

“Trust me,” Hoseok starts, his breath evening out. “Jungkook would never cheat on you.”

You start to giggle along with them until a serious look suddenly takes over Seokjin’s features. He faces you fully.

“But listen [Y/N],” he starts. “If Jungkook hurts you, just know that he does love you. Like, undeniably. He does.”

“And we’re not just saying that as his friends either,” Hoseok continues. “We know how he’s like and we can tell that he really does like you.”

You smile at the two, feeling a small sense of comfort at their words.

“Thank you, guys. I mean it.”

They pat you on the back.

“Anything for Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

—

You walk through the campus cafeteria, eyes searching for a free table that you can sit alone in. Jungkook had Taekwondo practice so there would be no lovey-dovey feeding time with him. 

He’s been a lot tenser since the living room incident (which was already a week ago) and it seemed like he got more agitated as the days passed. Not towards you directly, but he’d always mutter slight insults whenever Yoongi or Taehyung passed by. It made you worried that you had done something to possibly drive a wrench into their relationship without even knowing it.

‘Whatever,’ you thought, ‘I’ll talk about it with him when he comes over later.’

You aren’t able to find a seat, though, when you feel dainty fingers wrap around  your elbow to pull you back lightly.

“[Y/N],” Gaeun says in a low voice. “We need to talk.”

It wasn’t like you had been ignoring them deliberately, though that was definitely the case at the start. You just couldn’t find the time to really hang out with them as much as you used to since you were with Jungkook most of the time. It was like that too when Gaeun and Soobin were in relationships, so you never really felt bad about doing it yourself.

“Yeah sure. I miss you guys,” you smile at her, but she doesn’t return it back.

“Come with me.”

Gaeun leads you to a table near the back of the room, where Soobin was sat up against the wall with her own tray of food. You sit down in front of her and Gaeun takes the seat next to Soobin.

“Good, you’re here,” Soobin says, apprehension laced in her voice. “We need to talk about Jungkook.”

You roll your eyes.

“Not this again-”

“[Y/N],” Gaeun warns. “Listen.”

You keep quiet, a little intimidated of how scary their expressions were.

“It’s all a bet,” Soobin says sternly.

You furrow your brows at her. She tends to speak vaguely when you needed her to be specific the most.

“What?”

“It’s a bet, [Y/N],” Gaeun repeats for her. “Jungkook’s only dating you because Taehyung said he’d pay his rent off if he did.”

You clench your fist on the table. How could they sit there and spew lies so easily?

“What are you guys-”

“Those dicks do this all the time,” Soobin rambles. “They play stupid games with girls just to fucking break their hearts later on and-”

“I don’t believe you,” you say confidently. “Jungkook would never do that to me. Besides-”

Gaeun didn’t even wait until you stopped talking to play a recording on her phone. The voices were familiar enough to recognize.

“So you’re telling me that Jungkook’s just fucking around with [Y/N] because he wants priority registration? You have to be fucking joking...”

You could tell from the sound of the person’s voice that it was Soobin. It sounded like she was putting on her clothes.

“Of course not. He’s doing it for priority registration and his rent getting paid for the rest of the year. I’m not joking when I say Tae goes big with his bets. He likes to flex his money on us like that.”

Your jaw drops at the sound of the man’s voice. It was Yoongi. You were sure of it.

“And you guys don’t feel bad? Like at all?”

“Why should we? Jungkook’s planning to break up with her next week anyway so she doesn’t catch feelings for too long. It’s not like they were gonna last past the three-month deal...”

Gaeun paused the recording when she sees you bite your lip so harshly that blood starts to surface. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel real.

“I hooked up with him last weekend,” Soobin admits, shame written all over her face. “He was spewing stuff about Jungkook spending all his time with you and not really hanging out with the boys like he used to.”

“You still hook up with Yoongi? After all he did to you?” you ask, not meaning to come off aggressive but undoubtedly did.

“Look,” Gauen starts, taking the heat off of Soobin. “She was just drunk and looking to have fun. I was with her that night and I was talking to Namjoon. He...”

Gaeun trailed off, but you were sick of it. Sick of being kept in the dark from something you should’ve known all along.

“What?”

“H-he told me that all the boys were getting tired of him playing around with you,” she says, twiddling with her fingers. “He’s supposed to break up with you today. Some of the guys think he’s just prolonging it to fuck with you and they’re getting really annoyed-”

You bite back the tears threatening to spill over any minute now.

“Hoseok and Seokjin told me to trust Jungkook. They said he wouldn’t hurt me-”

“Did they also tell you that their rent gets paid too if Jungkook pulled through with the bet?” Soobin replies angrily. “Because they live together, don’t they?”

You open your mouth but no sound comes out- just a small whimper. Your lips start to quiver and you bite your lip again to calm yourself down. When you had collected your thoughts, you glared up at the two girls.

“And you didn’t tell me this earlier?”

Soobin scoffed.

“You were fucking ignoring us too, how were we supposed to tell you?”

“Still it wouldn’t have killed you to-”

“Don’t take your anger out on us,” Gaeun warns, her finger pointing at you. “Jungkook is the one to blame. We told you from the start that he was bad news.”

You pursed your lips and Gaeun put her finger down, feeling guilty that she lashed out on you when obviously you were just processing the information.

“Hey, I’m sorry-”

“Why me?” you ask with teary eyes. “What did I even do to them to deserve this?” 

They glance over at each other for a long while before Soobin breaks the silence. You had the right to know, but at the same time, they knew it would break you.

“It’s a sick game that they play where they just choose someone randomly...” Soobin starts off gently handing off the next few words to Gaeun, “and you were just the first girl to walk into Professor Kwon’s lecture hall. He thought you’d be...”

“Easy,” Soobin finished.

Just as they predicted, you had burst out in tears.

—

Jungkook opens the door to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him a month earlier since he tended to visit often. It was more convenient that way. 

He was freshly out of his Taekwondo garb, still sweaty, but otherwise clean from taking a shower at the campus gym. He found it strange at how dark the room was, but he knew you were on the couch from the noticeable lump of a blanket on it.

All Jungkook wanted was to cuddle with you and fall asleep in your arms after such a harrowing day. Lord knows he needs your warmth right now.

He smiled as he made his way towards you, but stops in his tracks when you sit up from where you laid. He couldn’t quite see you in the darkness so he walked to the light switch to turn the lights on. His heart broke at the sight of you.

Tears stained your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy from all the crying. You looked a mess and his blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting you. 

“What happened?” he asked, rushing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. You push him away.

“You don’t have to act anymore,” you say softly. “I can handle it.”

He looks at you with furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about-”

“I get that you really need the money,” you say through bated breaths, “I get that financially, it would have really helped, but did you really have to hurt me to do that?”

Jungkook’s breathing stopped. Everything was happening too quickly, his world crashing down when you uttered those words. He knew what this meant, knew that now you would see past his lies. Jungkook couldn’t have you finding out this way. 

He kneeled in front of you, attempting to wipe away the tears from your eyes but you push him off.

“[Y/N] no-”

“It could’ve been anyone,” you whimper, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent any more tears from falling down. “Anyone could’ve walked through that door and you would’ve been okay with it.”

“That’s not true-” he interjects but you stop him.

“A-and you flirted with me all the time ‘cause you knew that I wasn’t used to it,” you say, your voice quivering. “You took advantage of me.”

Jungkook shakes his head rapidly, eyes pleading for you to let him speak. It hurt seeing you refuse to even look at him, to have your eyes so filled with sadness because of what he did to you. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad.

“No, you have to listen-”

“They told me not to trust you,” you whimper somberly. “They told me and I didn’t believe them because I... I was delusional or something. I thought that someone like you could actually like someone like me-”

His heart broke. It wasn’t you that didn’t deserve him. It was him. All him.

“Please don’t say that-”

“Did you come here to seal the deal? To finally break up with me?” you ask sadly. “Are you happy you’ll get the classes you want next quarter, Jungkook?”

He clenches his teeth. Jungkook knows you’re mad, knows you have a right to be, but it feels like he’s being cornered by you. Why won’t you give him the chance to speak?

“[Y/N], no,” he says sternly, “You have to trust me when I say that it went past just a bet. I like you. Genuinely, I like you.”

There was no point in lying any longer. You deserved to know the truth, but he needed you to know all of it- not just the information your friends cherry-picked to fit their narrative. He tried to speak again, but you wouldn’t let him.

“How could you,” you whimper. “How could someone be so cruel?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at the words. He should’ve seen this coming. How could he delude himself into thinking he’d be okay if you find out- that he’d be fine seeing you heartbroken? He was disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, your vision getting blurry from the tears. He clasps your hands in his, knowing that it used to soothe you whenever you felt worried over something, but you just wailed harder at his touch. He didn’t know what to do, he didn't even know where to start.

“Stop pretending like you care,” you cry. “Please. It hurts.”

“It was a bet,” he admits and he breaths through the words to prevent himself from getting too emotional, “but I promise that my feelings are genuine. You have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” you ask crudely.

You stare at him, slowing your breaths to ease the crying. There was a certain emptiness in your gaze and it scared him. It was awfully frightening having you looking at him with a certain animosity that was not there before. Like he was a stranger.

“I can’t do that anymore, Jungkook,” you say softly, “because I hate you.”

—

A/N: Gasp A double update?! Say it isn’t so... I had so much fun writing this!!! Probably one of my favorite fics I’ve written in a while because I love this trope. How do y’all feel about Jungkook? Forgive or forget? Let me know!! Thank you @altus-gens​ for requesting this story, I hope you like it :)

Please leave any comment, critiques, or just random thoughts about my story! I’m planning my murder mystery series rn and I’m so excited (I might... do an album giveaway along with it...) I really love the direction I’m taking this blog in and I hope you guys are excited for the stories to come~~ 

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I’m the anon from before, yes sorry I meant the quarry! radioheads or max and laura would be awesome

My last fic rec lists.

Like last time, I’ve tagged the author where possible but if I’ve missed anyone’s tumblr let me know! 

I'll put the rest under a read more:

AUs

it's sketched into the stars by Wolfarella

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: E (but nothing explicit till the last chapter) | Multichapter and completed 4/4  

Dylan's working at a coffee shop and crushing on the mysterious regular, Ryan. He finally takes a chance and strikes up a conversation with him. And that conversation somehow leads to more--so much more. And Dylan's just trying his best not to mess it all up.

(A cute little coffee shop au and the beginning of Ryan and Dylan’s relationship once they start talking. All the dates were cute and I loved the background Emma/Abi too. Comfort fic!) 

Hectic Glitter by onlyblood / @holybranches

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: T | Multichapter 2/? 

"At some point, while Dylan is recounting what Ryan hopes is a mostly bullshit experience with a bear, his eyelids flutter shut. For the first time in a week, soothed by the voice coming from the old speakers, Ryan falls asleep without the silence in his mind enough to drive him to distraction. There’s just warmth, and comfort, and whoever Dylan is."

Or: Ryan moves into an old family friend's lodge when his life falls apart. As it turns out, late night radio talk shows are the cure to loneliness.

(This fic is still very early but I am already obsessed with it! Ryan moves into the abandoned Hackett’s Quarry camp, isolating himself and only finding comfort in the only radio show and its host. I love the atmosphere this fic creates and I can’t wait to see the full mysteries of Ryan’s backstory be fully explored.) 

You Send Me by souyoseta / @sh5

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: T | Oneshot (with a sequel) 

Dylan thought Ryan was a ghost the first time he met him.

That sounds weird. Back up. Dylan had a totally justifiable reason for believing that to be the case.

(This is a really cute college au! I love Kaitlyn, Dylan and Ryan’s friendship in this which is given as much importance as the relationship. There’s so many good character details and I love how he writes Dylan. The sequel is also full of really cute domestic moments.) 

Kaitlyn Ka the Matchmaker by Miss_Valentine

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: G | Multichapter and complete 10/10

Kaitlyn feels bad for Dylan who is helplessly pining over Ryan. She also thinks there is a chance Ryan might like Dylan back. Determined to get these two together, Kaitlyn must do what she can to lead these two to each other.

(A high school au where Kaitlyn schemes to get Dylan and Ryan. It’s really cute and I love all the friendship moments as the group works together. There’s a bunch of bonus content at the end too.) 

Song of Sunset by orpheus (vulpesreynard)

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: E | Multichapter 2/3 

“What’s the emergency, Dylan?” “Can’t tell you over this box. Too much —” he produces scratching noises with his mouth, “static. I gotta skitty, but come quick!”

When he hears Ryan’s laugh over the device, his heart skips a beat.

The year is 1982. Dylan Lenivy meets one Ryan Erzahler at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp. They spend two months together, until the final day binds them for a lifetime.

(A fic I am obsessed with. This fic retells the summer before and the night of the attack but with an 80s setting. The attention to detail to change the dialouge, tech and every little pop culture reference 80s is so good and well researched, And the way Ryan and Dylan’s relationship develops, with more of a secret romance than one sided pining is so good!)

Pre-canon

Max Brinly's Guide to Surviving Being in Love with Your Best Friend by IceQueen_07 / @icequeen-07 

Ship: Laura/Max | Rating: T | Multichapter 2/? 

Max Brinly liked to tell himself many things that were just really poorly disguised lies.

They were tiny lies. Like...how his mom's cooking was fine. Or dad, your singing voice is great. No, he didn't have any hot wheels cars anymore. Ugh, Laura your bubble pop music is awful. He hated the rain. He loved horror movies.

He wasn't in love with his best friend.

(I really love this take on how Laura and Max were before the events of the game, with them as childhood friends which slowly develops into a crush for Max. There’s so many cute moments in this one!)

Southern Kisses From Your Room by souyoseta / @sh5 

Ship: Laura/Max | Rating: T | Oneshot 

Snapshots of Max and Laura’s childhood friendship and eventual romance.

(Yes I will read a billion different Laura/Max get together fics. This is so cute, I love how their relationship grows and the trans Max HC was great too! They are so dorky and adorable here!) 

I Kinda Wanna Be More Than Friends by Jellyrump

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: G | Oneshot 

Dylan would never admit it, but- despite how annoying kids could be- he loved being a summer camp counselor.

He got to be this funny, cool, older kid to the youngsters and got to annoy the shit out of people who weren't allowed to beat the shit out of him. There was a schedule that was more for the kid's than counselors, but helped him nonetheless. Mandatory mealtimes, a radio that he was in control of, a really cute guy that he got to see almost daily for two months straight-

All that is to say- yeah. He really liked being a summer camp counselor.

(A few snapshots of Dylan pining after Ryan before the events of the game. It’s a lot of cute interactions, Dylan being painfully oblivious, Kaitlyn being a great friend and Ryan subtly showing his true feelings.) 

Yes, No, Maybe So: Circle One and Let Me Know! by TheIcyQueen / @queenofbaws

Ship: Abi/Emma | Rating: G | Oneshot 

When Abi wakes up one morning to find a note from a secret admirer on the door of her cabin, she's...well, she's at a loss. Who on EARTH would have a crush on HER?! It just doesn't make sense!

What makes it worse is that everyone ELSE at camp seems to know exactly who this mystery person is, but for some reason, they just...they just won't tell her. Is this some kind of joke? A prank? Or...could she really have a secret admirer out there?

Maybe Emma can offer some insight.

(This is a really cute fic! Abi has a secret admirer and can’t figure out who it is, although her fellow counselors have an idea. Loved the oblivious Abi, flirty Emma dynamic and the reveal was so cute.) 

Canon Divergent 

Fighting back by Barely_Vibing

Ships: Max/Laura, Ryan/Dylan, Abi/Emma | Rated: T (canon typical violence) | Completed.

The seven counselors were thrown head first into a situation they absolutely were not prepared for. It's close to the end of the night, half of them have turned and they need to fix this before it's too late.

[Chapter 10 rewrite that fixes plot holes and makes it longer and more exciting]

(This is a really good rewrite of the ending, reuniting all the uninfected counselors, having them face off against all the werewolfs, including their friends, and making the fight against Silas more badass. The action scenes are so good and I much prefer the epilouge here than the actual game. It also has battle couple Laura and Max!)

baby, this ain’t like the movies by coykoi / @coykoii

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: T | Oneshot 

“You know the saying.” He tries for a weak laugh. “If one of your work friends gets bit by a werewolf…why not join the party. Solidarity…and all.”

“Why not let your other work friend cut off your hand��et cetera.”

“You were the one who didn’t want to!”

“I panicked, okay?! And now I’m…maybe panicking again,” Ryan says, reluctant, and Dylan gets it. He probably wouldn’t go with himself either all the way to the scrapyard.

“If you don’t wanna…you know, tag along in case I bite your hand off before you get a chance to hold mine, I get it,” he jokes, or tries to.

(Ryan and Dylan go to the scrapyard and Dylan turns. I loved the dynamic between them so much and the hurt/comfort vibes were great!) 

his corruption, their salvation by BlueFrogs

Ship: Kaitlyn/Ryan/Dylan (poly) | Rating: T | Oneshot 

The werewolf is tall, massive really, like all its counterparts, but it's hunched over, almost like it’s trying to make itself less intimidating. That, on top of the tattered gray shirt hanging off its shoulders, makes Kaitlyn realize who exactly is before her.

“Dylan?” She breathes, hardly believing it herself.

Dylan gets infected and turns into a werewolf. Somehow, that still doesn’t stop him from saving his friends.

(Dylan turns but uses his abilties to protect Kaitlyn and Ryan. It has a great poly couple moment. The scene where Kaitlyn and Ryan are fighting over who gets to kiss Dylan first was so funny and wholesome!) 

take my hand (too soon?) by CinnamonSeven / @cloudycaffeinatedcryptid

Ship: Kaitlyn/Dylan (it’s a gen fic but there’s pre-relationship vibes) | Rating: Unrated (I’d say T) | Oneshot

Remember how Dylan throws himself in front of Kaitlyn if Emma turns in the van? Remember how they literally say nothing about it? Yeah. I fixed that.

"What were you thinking?" She demands, anger and relief and terror colliding to create a boiling chasm in the center of her chest. "You- You- I can't believe you!"

He has the audacity to huff a laugh, seemingly oblivious to her stress only ticking higher. "Didn't know I had a heroic side?"

(An extended version of Dylan throwing himself between Kaitlyn and werewolf Emma. Again, love the hurt/comfort vibes and Kaitlyn and Dylan’s bond is written so well. The resolution we deserved!) 

A Little Unorthodox by wilddragonflying

Ship: Kaitlyn/Ryan/Dylan (poly) | Rating: M | Oneshot 

What if, prior to the game events, Dylan and Kaitlyn had a couple of enlightening conversations? After all, we know how much these games like the butterfly effect. What might change? 

(Another poly get together fic, where Kaitlyn and Dylan decide to combine forces to try and seduce Ryan. The dynamic between the three of them is very fun and flirty. All the jokes between Kaitlyn and Dylan were really funny.) 

Post-canon

i would come back a thousand times by zoeyclarke / @janelevy

Ships: Max/Laura | Rated: T | Multichapter 2/? 

Laura twists around to see what he’s watching. “Teen Wolf,” she observes. Her head swings back toward him, disbelief written between the wrinkles in her brow. “Wow. Really?”

“What?” Max is the illustration of innocence. “It’s...” He waves a hand helplessly. “... interesting stuff. You know?”

Or: Max and Laura, after.

(This fic explores slice of life Laura and Max after the events of the game as they move in together, get engaged and figure out their future. It’s a nice mix of soft domestic moments and them addressing their trauma after what happened. Really cute!) 

touching your arm at the tow path's end by meowclops

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: E | Oneshot 

It wasn’t one blood soaked night that brought them together. They had two months to get to know one another.

(This fic covers Dylan and Ryan before, during and after the game. I liked the end half where they reconnect and settle down together years later and all the soft moments that happen. There’s only one E-rated scene and it’s easy to skip if that’s not your thing.) 

Bear with the warmth (And find your relief) by ScorpionMauve

Ship: Kaitlyn/Ryan/Dylan (poly) | Rating: T | Oneshot 

Dylan liked Kaitlyn and Ryan better when they weren't covered in gore. The light, filtered by leaves, falling onto them as they lay in the grass. Sticky trails of ice cream over their fingers. Laughter and joy sprinkled with bitter panic at the memories from a year ago.

This was what life was truly about. This was what life should have been. This was what life would be, from now on, with them.

(Ryan, Dylan and Kaitlyn meet up a year after the game and catch up. They try and figure out their relationship. I loved all the dialouge in this, so funny. There’s a bunch of cool character details too.) 

a good decent grovel by panorama

Ship: Ryan/Dylan | Rating: T | Oneshot 

“Now,” Dylan said, causing Ryan to look up, “wait here for three minutes to give me a head start. We are not walking together.”

“Sure thing, man.”

“Stop smiling. I want a good, decent grovel out of you.”

or, ryan wins dylan back. kind of.

(This is a very fun fic. Ryan tries to win Dylan over again after they finally reconnect at college after the game. It’s a fun reverse to see him doing the persuing and Dylan being the one playing hard to get and sweet to see how they fit into each other’s lives again.) 

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

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Someone Great | Yandere!Satoru Gojo x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k.

CW: Manipulation, yandere behavior, kidnapping. SFW but allusions to not sfw acts.

-

"What's wrong, sugar?"

Gojo's sing-song voice makes you cringe - he knows what's wrong. It's just like him to play the fool, to pretend that he was innocent in all of this and that you were the one with the problem. You glare at him and he holds his hands up, the grin on his face never faltering.

"You know I'm just doing this to keep you safe. How many times do I have to tell you—"

You cut him off, repeating the phrase he had attempted to drill into your head back to him. "You're the strongest. No need to tell me again."

Gojo shrugs, unbothered. "I'm the strongest." You roll your eyes at his need to repeat what you'd just said, the words only meant to stroke his out-of-control ego. Gojo plops down where you're tied up on his couch, snaking an arm around your shoulder. Even if you pulled away, there would be no escape from him. Some bullshit jujutsu sorcery kept you bound to your current spot, unable to move. Gojo squeezes your shoulders with his broad arm, making you wince. "C'mon, at least look at me. You know I love you."

Anyone else in the world would be lucky to see Gojo's eyes and hear those words from him - you'd felt lucky once, too. But that was before Gojo took an interest in you, before he took control of your life.

"Baby," he sighs, pressing a peck to your cheek. "You've gotta get used to this. You can't keep fighting me forever. I know you love me too."

"It's been a week," you spit. "A week since you trapped me here."

"And haven't I treated you well?" Gojo replies, calm.

"I would never hurt you. You'll realize one day that this is what's best for you."

I.

There was a distinct divide in the world you lived in - there were civilians, and there were Jujutsu Sorcerers. With the sorcerers came curses, although the average civilian wasn't meant to be aware of curses or what they entailed. You, however, had become a frequent flyer when it came to needing the help of Jujutsu Sorcerers.

When you were born, a curse attached itself to your back. Later, you'd learn that there was a man in the hospital room with your parents meant to dispatch the very thing that had attached itself to your back. You were only 5 when your grandmother had told you about the family curse - each child born in your family was cursed upon birth. It had been happening for centuries. Allegedly, one of your ancestors had done something to anger an obscenely powerful curse. Your life would be filled with troublesome events, she'd said. But it wasn't all bad. There were people in this world who could dispatch such curses. They could see them, unlike you or your family. Your life wouldn't be easy, but it wasn't over before it began.

It wasn't easy. People tended to avoid you, even when you were young and innocent. It was hard to make friends, and most of the interaction you got aside from your family involved the sorcerers dispatched to take care of the ever-returning curse on your back. They were kind to you, but they were always distant. You did the best you could, hoping that one day someone would be able to see past the gloomy aura that followed you around.

That someone came in the form of one Satoru Gojo, dispatched to dispel your curse when you were in your mid-twenties. You had recently moved and registered with the local technical college. By now, it wasn't a big deal to you to tell people about your curse, especially to jujutsu sorcerers. They always were a bit odd, and though you had never grown close to any of the sorcerers who had serviced you, their presence was more calming than the presence of your peers.

Gojo had been sent to your home, the technical college hoping to ease your burden (and unknown to you, hoping to offload Gojo for just a couple of hours) by not making you take the train. His arrival was like no other jujutsu sorcerer you had met - he'd barged in your house without knocking, a broad smile on his face and stylish sunglasses covering his eyes.

The shriek you made at his surprise intrusion was undignified, but the white-haired sorcerer didn't seem bothered. He had laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Aah, sorry. I thought this was an urgent deal." He raises his eyebrows as he watches your lips contort into a frown. "I'll knock next time."

"You'd better," you mumble, and Gojo smiles.

"Or else?" He quips, taking a step towards you. You didn't even know this man, and he was acting like this? This is who the technical college had sent over?

"I'll request someone else." You respond, curt. He laughs, loud and jovial. What was with this man?

"They didn't tell you about me, then?" He crosses the distance between the two of you and sticks his hand out, tongue poking out of his mouth. You take his hand, dubious, and he shakes it with vigor. "I'm Satoru Goju, and I'm the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer."

You stare at him for a moment, dumbfounded. He really had an ego on him. He takes your silence in stride, still smiling. "I know. You don't meet people like me every day. But trust me, I'm here to help you. Don't you feel better knowing that I'm here?"

As much as you wanted to tell him no, that he's a certified, over-bearing maniac who just barged into your house... You can't help but bask in the comforting aura he emits. Something about him, despite his manic personality, felt safe. The air in the room felt calming—

Gojo notices your sudden shift in behavior and tilts his head, still smiling "When we shook hands. No need to worry about it coming back for a while."

"Oh," you reply, amazed. It didn't take the other sorcerers long to dispel the curse on your back, but it usually was a bit of an affair. Satoru Gojo had gotten rid of the damn thing without needing to lift his pinky finger. "Well... Thanks." You shift from side to side, suddenly feeling small in his presence. Maybe he really was the strongest.

Gojo puts his hands in his pockets and leans back, relaxed. "If you really want to thank me, let's go into town. I'm starved."

The awe you felt immediately dissipates and turns back into annoyance. Sure, he had done you a great favor, but it was part of a contract you had with the college. Now he wanted food? Still... You couldn't deny that you were curious about him, even if he was managing to press all your buttons upon your very first meeting. You sigh, resigned to the fact that you knew you would regret it if you didn't take him up on his offer.

"Fine. Let me grab my bag." Gojo claps his hands together at your response, humming contentedly.

"Great! I have a bit of a sweet tooth, so I hope you're okay with sweets for lunch..."

Gojo goes on and on about his favorites while you grab your bag, fighting with yourself not to roll your eyes at him. What had the college gotten you into?

-

II.

As time passes and Gojo visits you to remove your clingy curse, the two of you grow closer. It's slow, at first. He gloms onto the fact that he annoys you and revels in it, smiling with glee every time you roll your eyes at him. At one point, he removes his shades when he arrives and teases you about the expression on your face for the rest of the day. It's like he can read your mind - you want to kick yourself for being so obvious, but it's impossible with someone like Gojo around. No matter what he does or how much he makes your blood boil, the calming aura surrounding him never falters. You feel at home around him. When you start to feel something tugging at your heart whenever he's around, you know you're at the point of no return.

You don't expect anything, though. Gojo is beyond your level - it's not a judgment of yourself, but simply a fact of life. Besides, Jujutsu Sorcerers were hesitant to get in relationships with civilians from what you'd learned over the years. You couldn't blame them, as their line of duty would put their partner in harm's way. The least they could do was be with another sorcerer who was able to defend themselves.

It comes to a head one evening when Gojo had stopped by unannounced. You weren't due for another curse removal, but you didn't mind his company. You had answered the door in your pajamas, not expecting anyone other than perhaps a neighbor wanting to ask you a question. Instead, you opened the door to see Gojo standing there dressed to the nines and holding a gigantic bag from the sweets store you and he frequented.

"U-uh." You stammer, feeling at a loss for words. "Gojo?"

He shifts from side to side, and you catch the tiniest hint of nervousness from him. Odd. "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. I know you're curse-free right now, but I always want to check on you."

You balk at how smoothly he'd confessed, ushering him in without saying another word. You weren't sure what to say - had Gojo really just said what you think he'd said? He always wanted to check on you? Surely he meant it platonically, there was no way he looked at you romantically.

Gojo sits down on your couch likes he owns it and pats the spot next to him. You sit down without thinking, watching Gojo carefully as he unloads the bag of sweets on the coffee table. He talks about the different sweets as he places them gently onto the table. His blindfold had been pushed up, revealing those sparkling blue eyes of his that made you feel like you could gaze at him forever.

"Are you even listening?" You snap your head towards Gojo, finding his lips just a breadth away from yours. He had moved closer, close enough so that you could feel the warmth of his body, and you had been too distracted by your thoughts about him to notice the very real physicality of him.

"Gojo," you mumble, He pulls back a little and simply gazes into your eyes, waiting for you to continue. For a man who always talked, he was being rather quiet right now. "Why did you come here?"

Gojo smiles, soft - it's a look you haven't seen on him before. "Why else?" He leans towards you, oh-so-close again. "I can't stay away from you."

Whatever self-control you had is gone, and you lean forward to press your lips against his. He responded immediately, using one of his broad hands to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. The tension between the two of you is palpable, and the heat flooding through your veins is telling you more, more, more—

But just like that, he pulls away, sighing.

"Gojo?" You ask, concerned. Was it you? He looks at you, the longing in his eyes obvious.

"You know you can call me Satoru," He says, playful. But a second later, his face falls into a serious expression again. "I want this. I want you." He turns to face you, sliding one of his hands onto your thigh. "But this isn't what jujutsu sorcerers do. The danger you would be in if we were together... I can't put you through that."

As much as you want to argue, you know he's telling you the truth. You place a hand atop his. "Satoru, then. I think it's obvious I want this too." He smiles and gives your thigh a tiny squeeze. "I won't force you to do something you're not comfortable with. But, you'll still be my friend, won't you?"

Gojo chuckles, but there's no mirth in his laugh. "Who else would annoy you? Ah... I could never be without you, either." He turns away from you and stares into the distance, closing his eyes. "Maybe..." He shakes his head suddenly and turns back towards you.

"I should go." He bites his lip, staring at you. "Or maybe... just once. We could be together."

Oh. Oh.

"I'd love to, Satoru."

-

III.

Once turns into twice, and twice turns into three times. Gojo departs after cleaning your sheets and making you breakfast, ignoring your pleas that he didn't have to do any of that. 'It's the least I can do,' he'd said, smiling all the while. It had felt off, though - like there was something unsaid. You'd chalked it off to melancholy over the fact that things could go no further, and had spent the rest of the day busying yourself with chores.

The visits continue, though, even when you don't have a curse that needs expelling. Things don't make it to the bedroom again, but Gojo is intense. His eyes are always on you, and he's practically plastered to your side. When you go out he keeps his distance, but he's always on alert. He takes your hand when he knows no one is looking and sneaks kisses to the top of your head in private. You accept it, knowing that this is how things have to be.

It concerns you when suddenly, Gojo starts to appear at your apartment every day. You'd thought about giving him a key, but you couldn't remember if you had or not - yet he had a key, and he'd told you that you'd very much given it to him. Perhaps it was the curse muddling with your memory, he'd suggested. It had happened before.

It's fine, then. He's just looking out for you - it's the best he can do in the current situation. Gojo starts to spend the night, walking around your apartment at inane hours to make sure things were okay. When you're sleeping, he checks your phone (he'd watched you put in the password) and your calendar. He deletes texts from people he doesn't approve of and removes calendar dates when they interfere with his schedule. It's all to keep you safe, of course. You are the most important thing in the world to him.

You're blissfully unaware of this, writing off any strange incidents happening to you simply because of the curse that clung to your back. Even when it wasn't present, it still appeared to meddle in your life. As long as Gojo was there, though, you felt safe.

You never expect Gojo to be the one who makes you feel unsafe.

-

IV.

A particularly busy week at work left you unable to see Gojo for longer than usual - you were working, and he was out of the country on official business. You couldn't answer his calls or texts like usual, only replying every once and a while when you had the chance.

When Gojo returned, he was angry. You'd never seen him angry before, yet here he stood in front of you, eyebrows furrowed as he lectured you about answering his texts. It was unusual, and it felt wrong. You weren't dating him. You were just friends. That had been established by Gojo himself, so why was he acting like this?

"Satoru, you're not my boyfriend. You don't need to keep track of me every second. Even if we were dating, it'd still be too much."

He grits his teeth at that, clearly not impressed. "Don't you understand how much you mean to me? I can't stand it when I'm not with you."

You give him a pointed look. "This is... too much. I don't like it when you act like this." As much as you cared about him, this was ridiculous. He wasn't your keeper. You think of the threat you made the first day you met him. "I can request someone else to dispel my curse." He glares at you. "We'll still be friends. We just need some time apart."

"You don't get it." Gojo scolds. "I didn't want to do this, but I can't take it any longer. You can't take care of yourself. I need to protect you." He's on you faster than you can blink, and the last thing you see before your vision goes black is his angry expression softening back into bliss. "Just go to sleep. We'll be home soon."

-

V.

When you wake up, you're in a strange room with no windows. It's pitch black, but whatever you're laying on is heavenly. It's plush, and it smells like Gojo— Gojo. You panic, sitting up in a hurry and rushing towards the door. Locked. You shake the handle and pound on the door, confused and terrified. "Satoru? Are you there?" You yell, panic in your throat. "Please, let's talk! Please, Satoru!"

The door swings open and you fall back, gazing up at the towering figure before you. Gojo had never intimidated you, but the way he stood above you now was terrifying.

"How are you feeling, sugar? I hope that didn't hurt." He steps into the room and flicks on the light switch, alighting the room with a soft blue glow. He crouches in front of you and pushes his blindfold up, a manic smile crossing his lips. "I love you. I want to keep you safe. This is the best solution," Gojo says. "It's the easiest solution."

"W-what?" You're baffled by his words, by his behavior. What had he done? "Satoru, this isn't... This isn't normal. You have to let me out of here." You pause, trying to think of something to push him towards your favor. "We can figure our relationship out. I-I didn't mean what I said about requesting someone new, I just got scared."

"And I don't want you to be scared of anything," Gojo says, giving your head a condescending pat. "You won't be as long as you're here with me."

You grunt, frustrated. He was the reason you were scared! "I can't stay here forever. You won't do this to me."

"I will." Gojo tilts his head. "I told you, I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Tears well in your eyes - what else could you say or do? Nothing was getting through to him. Gojo notices the tears brimming in your eyes and leans forward, wrapping his arms around you. What once felt comforting feels suffocating, the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of him all too much.

"This is what's best for you. I promise."

[hhhecates]

I just know that megumi and reader are the most powerful duo of Jujutsu High. I know it.

Like, they're just so done with everyone's shit and it shows in the most hilarious ways possible. They both just live on repressed sarcasm (not so repressed for reader tho) and indolently commenting on people's stupidity, and since they're usually quite calm and collected it just leaves people baffled.

First victim is surely gojo, cause reader is absolutely shameless when it comes to putting people in their place and fushiguro just follows after them, so they be teaming up with insults every time, man can't catch a fucking break if he tried to.

"Aye, sensei, you cryin'?" example of normal greeting from reader cause they always side with Utahime just to get on gojo's nerves.

"Reader-chan, I just got something in my eye~"

"Which one of the six?" prob Megumi, boy is still learning

"I don't see how that can happen with that blindfold of yours. I'm all about expressing yourself, but you can leave the kinks in the bedroom, ya know?"

"Ouch, reader-chan, you wound me! That one really touched me!"

"Mhh really? Then you should have used your Infinity. That’s what it’s for.”

!SPOILER MANGA, CHAPTER 91!

Also I have the feeling that after they get gojo out of the prison realm, every time he gets on reader's nerves they just go like "you should have stayed in the box" or something along those lines. And the first time they say it, they left everyone gaping in horror at them (except for megumi, he laughed and tried to cover it with a cough), but they just look back unfazed and go like "what? I'm not even sorry for what I said".

!END SPOILER!

Also Nanami probably loves the two of them because he is the first supporter of gojo slander. Megumi and reader are just his adopted children, leave them alone.

And if you thought that their classmates were free from their wrath, think again.

Nobody is safe here.

Tbh I see reader being initially closer to Yuji and Nobara, as reader is also quite a caring and attentive person and they would 100% go mom friend on nobara and itadori, pliz they need to be protected and reader will gladly deliver. But as reader is a mom friend, they will also 100% call them out on their bullshit.

Reader sides with Megumi in every fucking argument. And while before it was just because fushiguro actually often brings up very valid points, now it's just because megumi and reader just live for the betrayed look yuji and nobara send their way.

It's also the only instances when you'll see them exchange knowing smiles, which contrasts quite a bit with their usual attitude, especially fushiguro's, which is both endearing and scary.

Even the second years are afraid of the duo, it took them witnessing the gojo slander once to understand that they fucked up and should have never let megumi and reader meet cause they hold way too much power. They be destroying everyone and with a straight face too.

Inumaki is probably terrified of them and gets super whiny and annoyed, like give him back reader, he wants his friend back, not this monster that has no qualms slandering him (I just know that inumaki is that kind of person that looks super unbothered to everything but is actually quite fucking touchy).

Reader and megumi even have self care nights for skincare (you can't tell me fushiguro doesn't love a good face mask, he strickes me as the kind of person that's super tidy and clean and that translates in his personal care too) and then they just shit talk everyone because they gotta de-stress somehow, you know?

Yuuta joins too from time to time, he's subtle about it but man loves a good slander too, also he is reader's best friend, so he gotta be there (now I wanna write yuuta and reader hc, nice).

Overall megumi and reader are just the bane of everyone's existence at Jujutsu High and we love to see it.