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🌙 staring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. when you bump into the guy that ghosted you, your model best friend and roommate, Mingyu, steps up to be your fake boyfriend for the night… and when the asshole is hired at your workplace, your other roommate, twitch gamer Wonwoo, is roped into the charade too - “polyamory exists dude, get over it.”

cw/ tw. 3some, dom/gamer/alt Wonwoo, Switch Mingyu, choking, spanking, handcuffs, slight pain kink, toys, vibrator, fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, some overstim, nipple play, finger sucking, sex without condoms, some degradation, shower sex, multiple rounds, marking, jealousy, size kink, etc… I pet names. kitten, lazy bones, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 16.6

🍭 aus.frat au, roommates/friends to lovers, fake dating, non idol au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Anteric meaning: pertaining to a revenge against a former lover, a lover that betrays - this fic has been edited/updated as of dec 2022 with minor grammar changes and an optional bonus extension accessible through patreon :)

Prologue 

You collapse into the red, fold up, camping chair. Your fingers immediately go to pick at the burn mark on the right arm where Hoshi had let a marshmallow, that was lit on fire at the time, fall onto the fabric when you’d all camped out in the woods behind the frat after a semi formal last year for a reason you can’t quite remember now. “I broke up with Seungcheol.” 

“Then you need this more than we do.” Wonwoo’s smooth voice calms down your heart slightly, a reminder that although you’ve just made a huge change in your life, your friends are a constant. The frat boy holds out a bottle of Captain Morgans’ that makes you scrunch up your nose in disgust, pushing his hand back immediately.

“How can you two even drink that shit?” you groan, looking between Wonwoo and Mingyu, who’s lounging half slumped in his chair, head tilted back on the neck rest so he can look up at the stars above their frat house on the edge of campus. It’s a clear night, and when you sneak a glance up, you’re distracted by the moon.

“Chase,” Mingyu responds honestly, drawing your attention from the sky when a long arm extends the coke he’s been drinking out to you. His other hand twiddles with a lollipop he’s sucking on diligently in his mouth, and moonlight shows off the sloppiness of his tongue on the hard candy, twirling this way and that.

I like to imagine Shouto Todoroki with a protective s/o who stands up for him.

At the Hero Gala, cameras flashed and journalists crowded around. Questions flew at Shouto like arrows; fast and invasive: How does it feel to be Endeavor’s son? Do you resent him? Are you living up to his legacy?

You felt Shouto stiffen at your side. His breath hitched, and you knew he was becoming overwhelmed. Stepping forward, you raised a hand to block a reporter’s mic that shoved too close.

“He’s not here to be dissected,” you snapped, voice even but edged. “If you want an interview, learn some respect. Otherwise, step back.” You positioned yourself firmly in front of your boyfriend.

The circle of reporters retreated, the crowd quieting down though whispers of judgment still lingered. You couldn’t care less; not when Shouto’s hand squeezed yours in quiet gratitude.

When you glanced at him, his gaze had softened in a way words could never capture. With you by his side, he could never feel alone.

“Shouto,” Endeavor’s deep voice cut through the polite chatter, “you have a free weekend coming up. I expect you to come to the training facility and review your progress. No excuses.”

Shouto opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He had plans, he had actually been looking forward to with you. His stomach knotted.

“I… I already have plans this weekend,” Shouto murmured. “Y/n and I—”

Endeavor’s brows furrowed, his tone sharper now. “Duty comes first. You will prioritize your training,” he said, his words final.

Your patience snapped. You set your fork down, meeting Endeavor’s glare head-on.

“He said he has plans,” you said loudly, shocking Shouto’s family. “Rest days are important if you want him to perform well for the agency. Find someone else.”

You picked up your fork and continued eating. The room fell silent.

“The food is great, by the way, Rei. Thank you,” you added, keeping your tone polite but firm.

“Oh… thank you,” she replied, her voice hesitant, still stunned by your response to her husband and your unwavering protection of Shouto.

Shouto’s jaw slackened slightly, relief washing over him. His father did not respond; he simply sat there, shocked.

For the first time in a long while, Shouto felt like someone had his back; fully and unapologetically. He reached for your hand under the table, fingers brushing yours, gratitude unspoken but loud in its intensity.

Endeavor huffed, scowling, but said nothing more. The moment passed, leaving only the quiet click of cutlery and the warmth of your protective presence beside Shouto.

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updated September 29. 2025

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen

The like button should be at the bottom, looks like this:

The dislike button differs depending on your device but it should look something like one of these:

if you don't know, there's a very popular 3d printing model out there called "benchy". this is used for benchmarking your 3d printer because it's a difficult print and will help test it out.

this is so widely used that people make their own little versions of it, remixing the 3d model to make benchy look cooler and stuff. however, a new company owns the benchy license. they are sending copyright takedowns to all those who wrongfully uploaded the benchy model.

of course, this is pissing off the 3d printing community greatly. everyone loved benchy and have used it for years. so someone on reddit decided to make a new model that is designed as a 3d printing stress test. one that works a lot like benchy, and people are freely able to edit it as they please. you know what they called it?

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??