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“I just don’t see why,” Felix pouts. It’s worryingly effective. “You liked me, you said. You would’ve let me fuck you if I hadn’t told you I was born in ’02.”
(OR: Hyunjin has a rule against fucking younger guys, but Felix is just so damn persistent.)
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Hyunjin likes to be worshipped. Felix likes to act otherwise, but Hyunjin knows he would, for him, just him. They’ve tested the limits too many times to pretend it could have ended up any other way.
Felix is his.
Felix is his- worship, mind, heart- day and night, everything in between- Hyunjin doesn’t need to fuck him to know- Hyunjin certainly won’t let it fly the other way round-
They aren’t in love, it’s diminishing, it’s dismissive, it’s-
(OR: folie à deux; mutual obsession)
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“You don’t need to be in love with someone to sleep with someone,” Felix points out.
“But you know what kind of guy Hyunjin is, right?” Seungmin eyes him doubtfully through his fringe of two-toned hair. “He’s a romantic. He feels very deeply. If he sleeps with someone, it’s not a fluke. It’s because he wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”
(OR: Felix asks Hyunjin to be his first time.)
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Gyuvin is different on that point. He needs to think things through, carefully. Consider all options. It’s the only way he stays sane. Gyuvin is calm, and cool-headed. Ricky makes decisions fleeting and decisive.
Impulse nights out with Hao, tangled around each other at some bar. For Hao, it’s some weird kind of jealousy foreplay whilst Hanbin scowls in the corner. For Ricky, it’s a prelude to another impulse- hookups.
Gyuvin hates those the most. It’s beyond grating. It’s clawing, like his heart is being dragged bloody across shattered glass. He doesn’t know how to put that into words, exactly. If Ricky asked, he’s sure he could find a way.
(OR: Gyuvin is in love, and Ricky is impulsive.)
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Minho wants to turn to Jisung and tell him they aren’t good enough for him. The older girls that Jisung favours with sharp, cat-like eyes and stinging tongues, wit skating the edge of cruelty. The ones that Minho never liked, and that never liked Minho, and all Jisung would do was shrug and say, You’re too alike.
Maybe Jisung is a sadist. Maybe he likes seeing Minho hurt like this. Twist his mind into knots just for his yes.
(OR: Jisung has always been it, for Minho.)
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Starstruck in a Starbuck(s) by dommymommy
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
02 Jan 2023
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"What's this?"
"My autograph, dummy."
"Why would I want your autograph?"
"I'm Bakugou Katsuki," he states plainly, face neutral.
The little fucker grins. "Why would I want your autograph, Bakugou Katsuki?"
Katsuki places his palms on the counter and leans forward, a familiar smirk stretching across his lips. "I'm Dynamight."
Katsuki expects realization to dawn in his eyes, for his cheeks to tint pink, for his next words to come out all jumbled as he accepts the napkin with jittery enthusiasm. Instead, however, he leans forward on his elbows, fearlessly mirroring Katsuki's smirk, and it makes his head feel light. "And I'm Midoriya Izuku."
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12 Jul 2026
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Hanbin is extremely lucky to get along with Zhang Hao the way he does. Same major, same hobbies, same passion. An easy, instant friendship that quickly nosedives into coordinating lunch on campus and spending their free evenings together, sprawled out on the couch with music or dramas or some sort of history documentary droning on the TV. Hanbin is extremely lucky that it is so easy to live with Zhang Hao, especially when other things are not as easy.
Like the perpetual wanting heat in the pit of his gut. Like the spikes of arousal that come and go, like the itch to blow off some steam whenever he has a moment to himself. It’s all distracting. Intruding into his life more than he’s used to.
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11 Jul 2026
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Jisung worked in a braid, in an internal logic so convoluted and method-driven that Minho was always fucking guessing—second-guessing. And when taking his last clinching statistics, the shit exploded into blood, with Jisung grinning at the centre.
Minho and Jisung are dealers of the Borderland death games. It's worse when teamwork itself is a gamble.
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06 Jul 2026
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so incredibly underrated, style, dynamic, premise all perfect
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“Hyung.”
Minho kissed him again. Once. Twice. Soft and wet, dew on a rose. “Hm?”
“This won’t change things, right?”
“No, jagiya,” Minho said. “This won’t change anything, not for me.”
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Sometimes, the weather in Seoul gets so hot that the sidewalk starts to sizzle. When he’d been a little kid, Changbin had touched his bare, open palms to the ground out of curiosity and screamed when they blistered, so loudly that even strangers had come running.
Sin results in death. Eternal damnation. A million, scorching sidewalks.
(Or: Changbin's new flatmate is gay. And Changbin isn't. He can't be.)