In the chaotic haze of college life, Y/n and Jungwon have always been oil and water rivals in class, thorns in each other's sides, trading barbs like it's a sport. But when a late-night study session turns into something heated and forbidden, their hate simmers into a dangerous friends with benefits arrangement. Every touch pulls them deeper into a cycle of jealousy, vulnerability, and that inescapable ache of wanting someone who hurts you just as much as they heal you. Inspired by Ariana Grande's "Everytime," this is a slow-burn tale of emotional rollercoasters: the fights that feel like foreplay, the green-eyed monsters lurking in every glance at an ex, and the realization that falling over and over is the only way to truly land in love. With drama-fueled group hangouts, angsty confessions, and a steamy resolution, who knows if enemies become lovers… or if it's all just another heartbreak waiting to repeat?
This story contains mature themes including explicit sexual content (smut in later chapters), cursing, emotional manipulation, jealousy-fueled drama, angst, and depictions of toxic relationship cycles (inspired by the song's vulnerability). It's intended for readers 18+. Triggers: heartbreak, possessiveness, alcohol use in social settings. No real harm or non-consensual elements, but proceed with caution if sensitive to emotional whiplash in romance.
Overview: You and Victor have been inseparable since the start of college, meeting for the first time in the busy Harvard dining hall by chance after he ran into you with a plate full of food. Despite feeling like a complete dumbass, you reassured him it was okay and were the first person there to show him genuine kindness. As an apology (and to try and shoot his shot) he offered to take you out to lunch the next day. Ever since then you two have been best friends, spending many nights at one another's places after long nights of talking, early mornings playing video games, all of it.
The two of you always had each other through thick and thin over the past two years. When Victor gets the opportunity to be something more than an average Harvard student, what will he have to leave behind for a chance at being something more.
Word Count: 3.1k
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, Slight angst (not really), Mentions of drinking and partying,
Authors Notes: Yeah so, I've never actually wrote anything before? I got extremely hyper fixated on this idea for a Sonar x Reader though and tried to cook? Currently planning 4 chapters for this and considering this as my winter break project essentially (even though I'm totally still in Finals week and SHOULD be studying but y'know). Please please PLEASE feel free to critic me at all, be a little nice though or I'll cry a bit :,). Wrote this in second person, didn't use Y/N just a lot of 'you's' and 'yours'.
“Can you just hurry up and pick up the food Vic I’m starving!”
You groan into the phone, walking around to the couch in your apartment and throwing two blankets onto it.
“Dude, You know food this good takes time stop being so impatient”
Victor spoke through the phone, his tone clearly annoyed since this wasn’t the first time you had told him to hurry up tonight.
It was a Friday night which meant you and Victor were going to eat greasy food, watch shitty reality shows and talk about how each of your weeks had been until the sun rose. This was a very important ritual at this point in your guys' friendship, a tradition that had long spread over the past 2 ½ years while being in college.
“I’m just soooo hungry vic! I might die from starvation”
A fake cry emits from you as you try to fight back a laugh at the same time, plopping down onto the stiff couch.
“The more you complain the longer it's gonna take you know that right?”
You could practically feel his eyes roll through the phone. Another fake cry comes from you at his statement and he lets out a small chuckle
A few moments of static pass and just barely you can make out the muffled sounds of Victor speaking to someone and saying ‘thank you’. A smirk creeping onto your face “Did I hear that you finally got the food” you tease as he groans on the other line again,
“Yeah yeah, I’ll be at your place in 10 okay?” Victor huffed out, the sounds of cars passing him loud and clear on the phone.
“Sounds fantastic, Doors unlocked” You said while jumping back up from the couch as the two of you hang up the phone.
Making your way into the kitchen you get out two bowls and two forks, placing them onto the counter and opening up the fridge. Scanning through the fridge there's random sodas, alcohol of course, some water and all your random leftovers from the past week that had been completely forgotten about. Taking out one soda for you and one for victor, you make your way back to the couch with both drinks, bowls and forks without dropping anything. You place them down onto the coffee table and grab the remote after doing so to try and find some random tv show to have on while you two ate.
After finally settling on ‘Adventure Time’, one of your guys’s favorite shows, you hear the door click open. Looking over you see the familiar bat hybrid walk in as he holds a white plastic bag with a smiley face logo plastered on the front. The containers of the most delicious Chinese food on campus awaiting inside the bag.
He sets down the bag on the counter while kicking his shoes off, he's dressed how he usually is when you guys hang out. Grey sweatpants and a Maroon colored Harvard logo shirt (which he has way too many of). His fur seems ruffled a bit, probably from how windy it is outside and from all the walking, he looks over at you on the couch as a smirk appears on his face.
“For someone who was soooo hungry that they could ‘die’ ” he quotes with his fingers “You aren’t moving too fast to grab your lo mein” He teases as he starts to rip open the bag after failing at untying it.
“I'm getting up!” You reluctantly say while standing up and making your way over to him. He takes out a container on the top and sets it to the side, his hand reaching back into the bag and grabbing the other black container and handing it to you. Your face glows with excitement as you grab the container full of lo mein and garlic beef stir fry.
Looking into the bag you see one more baggy inside, you and victor look at each as you both start to glare at one another. Quickly shoving your hand inside you grab the small wax paper feeling bag and hold it close to your chest.
“I get the extra one today!” You exclaim and do a small little victory dance, shaking your body a bit as you open the baggy. Inside the bag are 5 beautiful, crisp, and golden to perfection crab rangoons. Looking back up at Victor he has a frown on his face, his fangs gleaming a bit in the light.
“You always get the extra one!” He pouts as he grabs his container and makes his way towards the couch and plopping down in his usual spot.
“It's not my fault you’re too slow” A quiet mocking laugh escapes you as you grab your food and the crab rangoons of course and follow him towards the couch. Sitting down next to him, you cover yourself in your blanket and get comfortable since you don’t plan on leaving this couch for at least a few hours.
The two of you begin digging into your food, not really talking as you guys are more focused on the show and the food then one another at the moment. The noise of the tv and the sounds of you two eating filling the apartment as it always did on fridays.
After the two of you finish eating, you guys lay back onto the couch. Legs intertwining as you both snuggle into your respective blankets.
“This week absolutely sucked” You groaned out, hands rubbing down your face despite the fact they were still a bit greasy from the food.
“Tell me about it, I had a project due that was worth 10% of my grade due and I had completely forgotten about it until the night before” Victor spoke as he reached for his drink on the coffee table. “Why did I need to make a presentation about the most beneficial marketing methods? Shits dumb”
“Maybe because it’s in your ‘marketing’ class?” A snort leaves you as you feel victor's body stretch on the couch, his legs reaching up to your sides on the couch. “At least you didn’t have to fake counsel your super judgy classmates like I did” You roll your eyes as you think back to your class from yesterday, being paired up with some of your classmates and having to perform a ‘check up’ session with them and them grading you instead of the professor. You didn’t score low…but definitely should’ve been higher, you were convinced they were just sabotaging other students so there would be a curve.
“You’re so right that sounds awful” He takes a sip of his drink and places it back down onto the coffee table. His hands roam to the top of your blanket and to your calf, running his hands up and down it gently.
The feeling made you shiver slightly but it was nothing out of the ordinary, you and Victor were close enough where you guys would do stuff like this. Sometimes you’d have him lay in your lap while you guys would talk, running your hands up and down his back. You’ve definitely scratched the fur around his neck before, It was always so cute seeing him lean into your touch like a touch starved puppy.
“Are you excited for the movies tomorrow?” You grin at him, trying to change the subject and ignore the feeling along your calf that made your heart skip a beat. The two of you had gotten tickets to see some new indie horror film, the trailer made it look arguably bad which you guys were hoping for.
“I’m always excited to judge movies like a rotten tomato critic” He stated proudly, the movement of his hands coming to a halt on your legs.
“Oh I forgot to mention, remember how Jake in my analytics class and I have been going to rush events”
“If you mean how you guys go to bars and drink with a bunch of other dudes then yes”
You adjust a bit into the couch, your arms going back behind your head as you lay down.
“Well…” He sits up and makes eye contact with you, a cocky grin appearing on his face. “You’re looking at the newest brother of Beta Theta Pi” he gloated then paused for a second “Okay well not yet but I finally got my bid so I just need to go through initiation and I’m in”
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna have to do some crazy shit like getting hazed, you’re totally gonna have to chant some stuff about pledging your life to your brotherhood too” Your eyes roll as your attention goes towards the tv for a moment.
“Nah It’s not like that…Probably I don't actually know” He shrugged as he looked at you as you watched the tv, your hair messy and clinging to the pillow you laid on. His hand gently squeezing your calf causing you to glance back over at him. The expression on his face was unreadable, especially with his big white eyes.
It would definitely be a lie to say that Victor hadn’t felt something for you. You were his first friend at Harvard, the one who eased his nerves on whether he was good enough to be here or not and the one who made him feel like he belonged. You didn’t immediately make fun of him or avoided him either for how he looked like many others had done to him in the past. He was always too scared to try to advance anything farther with you, too scared to ruin what you two already had.
“If it's something you aren’t comfortable with doing you can always just not do it y'know, you’re way cooler than those trust fund diapers anyways” A reassuring smile on your face, greek life had never been your thing. Too much drinking and way too much people interaction.
“I know but I want to be like those trust fund diapers! I’ll be like 100 times cooler being a part of the brotherhood” He tried to ignore your gaze, messy hair and smiling right at him. He looked down to his phone and acted like he was doing something important while trying not to stare at you too much.
“Plus I’ll have hot babes crawling at my door steps being like ‘oh victor please! You’re so cool, please date me!” he joked as he glanced back up at you trying to see your reaction. You rolled your eyes as your smile faded a bit on your face, but not enough for him to realize it was anything other than sheer annoyance.
“You’re such a weirdo” You playfully kicked at his side, he then leaned over and grabbed one of the pillows out from behind him. The next thing you knew you were getting whacked upside the head with the pillow.
“Hey!” You exclaimed, grabbing the pillow behind you and jumping towards him to hit him back.
The two of you hit each other a few more times, bickering in between hits and eventually you end up on top of him and pinning him down on the couch. The pillow pressed down on his chest as you look down at him “Apologize for hitting me with the pillow and I’ll let you out of here alive”
“If you apologize for kicking me and calling me a weirdo for simply wanting one of man’s many desires…Hot women with big ti-” Before Victor could finish his sentence, you shoved the pillow down onto his face while shifting your weight to lay down on top of him. Your face now resting on the pillow that was a barrier between the two of you.
“You’re such a perv, just be quiet” You say softly, gazing towards the tv once again. Soon you feel his arms snake around your waist and resting there. He muffles something under the pillow and you finally decide he's been in ‘time out’ long enough and let the pillow out from between you two. His fur is disheveled as he glared into your soul.
“You’re such a little shit” He spat out, your head leaning back down into his chest now as you continued staring at the tv.
“Yeah and? why else would you be friends with me?” You teased as a yawn followed shortly after. Victor ran his finger tips down your spine as he felt your body relax under his touch. The sight making his heart throb a bit, he loved this, loved you. “You’re right, You’d be pretty boring if you weren’t such a shit”
A small laugh escapes you and you shut your eyes, the two of you laying there and the sounds of your breathings filling the apartment along with the tv.
A few moments pass and you slowly drift to sleep on top of Victor. He wouldn’t have been able to tell if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing and noticing the change in your breathing. A sigh leaves his chest as he moves a strand of hair out of your face, his ears drooping back as his body relaxed between you and the couch.
“Goodnight you weirdo” He mumbled to you knowing you wouldn’t hear him, he pulled the blanket over the two of you a bit more to make sure you were fully covered. Once he adjusted the two of you he shut his eyes and followed you to sleep.
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The next morning you awoke alone on the couch. Rubbing your eyes as you sat up, the blankets falling down to your thighs as you looked around for any sign of Victor. To your dismay he wasn’t there, confirmed by the fact his shoes were gone by the door. You stand up and stretch your body, grabbing your phone from the coffee table. Taking note of the time as it was almost 9am, then you notice the text from Victor from an hour ago.
Bat Boner 🦇: hey sorry I left so early, had to go to a breakfast thing with some of the guys
Bat Boner 🦇: you need to start using that mouth tape stuff again btw you were drooling all over me
Reading the text, you roll your eyes at the drooling comment
You: Left me for your new friends 😞 how could you, I was gonna make burnt pancakes for us
You: Oh and fuck you at least I don’t snore as loud as you do 🖕
Before placing your phone into your pocket you hit shuffle on your music playlist, turning the volume all the way up while making your way to the kitchen. You spend the next hour cleaning around the apartment, the dishes from the night prior as well as cleaning out the fridge from any long overdue to be trashed leftovers.
Time passes and it’s around 11:30am now, no reply yet from Victor which isn’t unusual but still how long is breakfast. Getting on your phone again you send him another text
You: What time are you getting here tn for the movie? It starts at like 6 so idk if you wanna get dinner before hand
More time passes, it hits 3pm, you would be lying to say you weren’t feeling a bit anxious at the lack of a response from Victor. A concern for his wellbeing as well as for your plans you two had tonight. Out of curiosity you decide to go onto his social media account, he wasn’t one to usually post his entire life story but figured he might’ve posted something about his breakfast with his friends.
Taking a look you see a story pop up on his account from 30 minutes ago, clicking the little bubble a picture of him wearing more than usual Harvard attire surrounded by a bunch of guys also wearing a lot of harvard merch appears. It looks like he's at some sort of sports event? You weren’t able to tell what kind but by the sheer amount of people in the picture who seem to be cheering and punching the air you could infer it was at least that.
Your mind eases a bit knowing he’s alive, you feel a bit sad however at the fact he still hasn’t replied about your plans for later tonight. Closing out of the app you toss your phone next to you on the couch as you reach for the controller to your gaming console. Maybe after a bit of gaming time will pass by faster and he’ll respond quicker.
Time indeed does pass by quicker but the response still hasn’t come. The clock reads 4:30pm and still nothing. Irritation starts to dwell inside of you as you decide to finally just call him. The phone rings…and rings…and rings again until the familiar voice mail tone plays. Groaning out of annoyance you text him again
You: Stop kissing the ass of your beta theta whatevers and answer the phone 🙄
Again, nothing.
It hits 5:30 when you hear your phone go off, opening the text quickly you see its from Victor
Bat Boner 🦇: sorry, got busy, i’m not gonna be able to go tn. The guys invited me to this party and said it's one of my ‘requirements’ for initiation. I’ll make it up to you promise 🙂
“Are you fucking serious” You say out loud, the tickets had already been bought at this point and you were going regardless. Your irritation eases quickly as you sighed, Victor really cared about this whole brotherhood thing. The fact he was making friends made you happy for him but also was annoying as hell that he would brush you off for them.
After taking a second to think about how to reply you did
You: Okay, try to let me know sooner next time so I can find someone else to take instead of wasting a ticket 🔪
There's a ding from your phone shortly after as you begin to leave your apartment and head to the movie theater
Bat Boner 🦇: i can pay you back for the ticket
Bat Boner 🦇: and there wont be a next time i swear
His comment caused a smile to appear on your face, it was reassuring to see him say that. The nerves that were slightly on edge eased as you began to make your way to the movie theater, alone for the first time in a very long time.
Additional Authors Notes: I hope you guys like it so far! Like I said before please feel free to provide criticism, I really do like this story so far and I'm definitely going to continue it just be patient with me please while I finish up with finals this week <3 thanks for reading!
Hello, my dear friends! My comic finally has a name!!! After almost one year of indecision and hard thinking, at last I have given that sweet child of mine a name - "Resist&bite!"
The name is inspired by the song of the same title by the band Sabaton, of which I am a huge fan and whose songs I absolutely love. If you like rock music, you should definitely check it out.
!!!Thank you all in advance for liking and rebloging!!!
Also...I don't know how to make a good masterpost, so this is a work in progress...
~~cover~~
~~the banner~~
~~Prologue - Welcome to the Apocalypse~~cover~~
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, bonus part (soon)
~~Mikey's cooking (mis)adventures! ;3~~
part1, part2
~~Turtle doodle time!~~
part1, part2
~~Worldbuilding~~
Tales about the end of the world...
Part 1 - World in ruins; Part 2 - A new friend in the Apocalypse?
idk if this is purity culture but it makes me kinda uncomfortable how many people use sexual words as insults (dick, asshole, etc)
i wish there were more words that you could call bigots with and it would still sound harsh, but not inherently sexual :/// for me using any variant of ass- as an insult feels like saying anal sex is dirty and i dont like it
This is purity culture (maybe).
Something that we want to point out is that, in our opinion at least, no part of the body is inherently sexual or bad. However a lot of society thinks that it is, and if someone is using those words (dick, asshole, etc) with the mindset of the cusses being dirty/sexual because they are body parts that people consider sexual than yeah it's purity culture.
