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“And tomorrow we’re going to Mesa Verde.” Wonwoo drops his cigarette butt on the ground and squishes it out with his toe. A big patch of cloud drifts over the sun, leaving a chill in the air and a respite from the glare on the window. Inside, Wonwoo can see the shadowy outline of Joshua’s side profile, staring blankly at the table. “I had planned to go to national parks on my way home, and I told him I’m not changing that plan if he’s hitchhiking.”
“It’s not really hitchhiking if your brother’s hot ex-fiance is riding in your passenger’s seat.”
“Well—”
(OR: Vulnerability, Weakness, and the American Way.)
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27 May 2026
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This was genuinely one of the best fits I’ve read in a looong while
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Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet. Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn’t earned the right to get in his pants…and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there.
Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list…
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“The conversation,” Victor says, “went something like this. You said I wasn’t getting in your pants that easily.”
Victor says this in a normal tone of voice. Anyone could hear him. Yuuri looks around, but if anyone is paying attention, they’re pretending not to.
“Naturally, I asked what I would have to do to get in your pants.”
“Ah.” Yuuri blushes. “How embarrassing. What do you mean, naturally? Why would you ask that?”
Victor tilts his head. “Because I want to get in your pants. I thought that much was obvious by now.”
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Note: Yuuri is not in a great headspace post Sochi Grand Final, and this fic necesssarily touches on mental health issues so please check the tags.
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"I'm gonna get the new temp professor to sleep with me by the end of the semester."
For a moment, there is only silence. The next, the table breaks out in various degrees of reaction. On the lowest rung is Kita, who merely raises a brow as he drinks his cocktail. Next is Suna and Aran, who are laughing uncontrollably and sputtering in disbelief respectively. But the most explosive of them all is, of course, Osamu—his gaze positively horrified across the table.
"Of all people, really? You're gonna try to fuck my advisor?"
Atsumu grins. "Yeah, I am." He tips his glass towards Osamu. "So put in a good word, won'tcha?" To be extra insufferable, he winks on the question.
Grad student Miya Atsumu makes it his goal to get in the temp professor Sakusa Kiyoomi's pants before Sakusa departs at the end of the semester. As Atsumu executes his plans of seduction, he does end up getting closer to Sakusa ... just not quite in the way that he'd expected.
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- Part 1 of honeysuckle
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faded, jaded (honey we've almost made it) by conclusions (introductions)
Fandoms: NCT (Band)
16 May 2019
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“This whole thing is your fault,” Jaehyun mumbles. “I wouldn’t have to dress up and pretend to like Doyoung if you hadn’t suggested resurrection.”
“Please,” Ten says, flapping a hand, “I saved your ass, and you know it.”
“I was suspended for six months.”
Ten shrugs. “Choices and consequences."(or: jaehyun hates doyoung the second they meet, but the universe has other plans.)
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- Part 2 of something like fate
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All Seungkwan’s brain is capable of is figuring out how to put himself in this situation again. How to see Soonyoung’s hot drug dealer again, and how to hang out with him, but also— how not to be weird about it.
Seungkwan is running out of time. Hansol is writing something down. Seungkwan panics.
What he lands on is, “So, um. I’ve been looking for… a new drug dealer…”
(OR: The stages between like and love.)