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Ive seen at least two responses to your antigonism post saying that the word would be divisive because âtransfems who are normal about transmascs are the normâ and I really truly do believe thatâs probably the case but at the same time it personally feels a little dismissive?? I cant speak for all trans people obviously but I know A LOT of trans people, basically everyone in my life is trans- my blood sibling, all of my friends, my 2 girlfriends (im poly) I am regularly in contact with other trans people/trans communities in several cities across my state, and for me it really does not feel like its a âsmall vocal minorityâ of transfems who hold anti transmasculine and exorsexist beliefs.
I want to make it clear I absolutely love the transfems in my community, they are my dearest friends, and I deeply treasure our relationships; but absolutely every one of them that I have gotten close to has ended up saying something to me that made me feel really weird. They either mention something about how transmascs have it easier/transfems have it the worst, or they feel the need to gatekeep things from other trans people& borderline accuse other trans people/intersex people of copying transfems, or they joke and complain about âtheyfabsâ or justify the use of the term (both of my gfs did this- mind you I was afab and exclusively use they/them pronouns), or they invalidate feminine transmasc and afab enby people (again something both of my gfs did despite me being genderfluid and sometimes presenting feminine).
And thats just some of the things Ive experienced IRL in my own home and within my own communities! If I were to start listing my experiences online Id be here all night!! I honestly want to go on about the shit I see online but I dont have the energy for it- but when I see exorsexist or anti trans masculinity coming from transfems (and self proclaimed tmes) online, the comments/notes/whatever is always filled with sometimes hundreds of other trans people agreeing and venting their own frustrations about âtmesâ and it just. Again doesnt FEEL like its a minority. You are literally one of the only TWO transfems I know who makes content actively CONSISTENTLY standing up for transmascs and pushing back against anti trans masculinity. Its not that I think its transfems job to dismantle anti trans masculinity but the ratio of transfems who complain about tmes vs ones who actively push back against that rhetoric feels so disproportionate to how often I see transmasc and afab enbies pushback against trans misogyny and the exclusion of transfems in queer spaces.
This turned into a very long winded vent and Im kinda struggling to conclude my point but i guess I wish it felt like more people cared to pushback against TIRFism. It just feels kinda dismissive to hear people say that transmascs who are hesitant to interact w trans communities just need to touch grass or whatever when in my personal experience it feels like I cannot escape anti trasmasculinity or exorsexism in every trans space I am apart of. Kinda blanking on how to end this ask i hope any of this is coherent.
I wanna emphasize again that the person I responded to specifically was really cool and my emotions in this post are not directed at them
Recently someone said it was "easy to forget most trans women are normal about trans men," and I was scolded because me not thinking that was horribly transmisogynistic was apparently a sign I'd lowered my standards as a trans woman because I'm too discourse poisoned, so now I'm even more self-conscious that people will start to see me that way no matter how much I try to insist over and over that TRFs are a vocal minority.
Meanwhile I continue to get asks calling me a pickme and comparing me to Blair White. I continue to have ten people respond to my every reply going "don't listen to Velvet she's crazy and hates trans women!!!!!".
So yeah. It is, actually, easy to forget that sometimes.
Especially since I'm stuck in a tiny southern town without even the option to make use of what meager community exists in the area because there's no one to drive me several hours to the state capital for their annual Pride stuff. I can't just go outside and be gal pals with all the vast numberless hordes of Normal trans women. I would be shocked beyond fucking belief if I saw two gay cis men in my fucking zip code. With my personal situation I can't even be social with cishet people anyway, let alone other queers, let alone all the trans women others perceive as Normal because they've knowingly been in the physical presence of another trans person a single time in their life and have the option of making that happen when they want it to.
Thank you for the support, anon.
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katsuki is pissed the fuck off.
it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell. whenever he's angry he makes it extremely obvious and most of the time it becomes everyone's problem. but it's weird to you because he was fine like, 5 seconds ago.
until 5 seconds ago he'd gotten back from buying groceries for the class and kissed you on the forehead as a greeting. he'd even brought the oranges you'd begged him to get last minute because you'd randomly been craving them, even after saying he wouldn't (but you both knew he would.)
but now he's pissed, and you have no idea why.
he's not saying anything either, but he keeps huffing and clicking his tongue every once in a while, fist pressed hard against his cheek and his jaw locked tightly chewing on the little piece of the own orange he'd been eating and finished a bit ago.
you keep munching on your piece of orange as you stare at him, and then you poke at his cheek. he grunts, shooing your hand away and leaning away from you.
"what's got you so grouchy ?" you tilt your head with a raised brow, he scoffs. readjusting his leg on the couch. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. he's ignoring you now ?
"katsuki."
silence.
"katsukiii-"
"it's nothin'." he growls, huffing through his nose.
this time you do roll your eyes "sure, that's why you're being all cranky." slowly, you inch towards his spot on the couch where he'd secluded himself away. he hasn't left the room and he doesn't react to you getting closer besides a slight side eye, so you know he's probably just being dramatic.
his nose scrunches up at your wording and he pretends he doesn't notice you lifting his arm up to lay in them. he doesn't comment on how he almost immediately changes his position to make you more comfortable.
"m'not cranky." he spits, eyebrows contorting and a pout settles onto his face "not a baby."
could've fooled me you think, but you decide against actually saying it. you're smile widens when his eyes narrow once he meets yours, he pinches your side "quit starin' at me."
"katsukiii. what's got your panties in a bunch ?" you coo and katsuki gives you the most repulsed look you've ever seen him make.
"don't ever say that ever again, i'm so fucking serious." he groans at your giggling, leaning his head away and shoving his palm in your face to get away from you like he couldn't just leave the room instead of actively pulling you closer to him. really, could've fooled you.
"ya didn't let me peel yer orange for you.." he mumbles grumpily.
you blink up at him "..what ?"
eyebrows furrowing just at the memory, he continues "was gone for three seconds to put away the damn groceries an' here you go, prancing around me, throwin' your peel away in the trash right in front of me."
oh, wow.
"katsuki. really ?"
"you know i always do it for you. yn." he sasses.
"that's why you were so mad at me ?" your giggles muffled by him pressing your head into his shoulder in a headlock.
"you were busy !" you fight weakly.
"so ? if you've got shit to do you come to me, i woulda done it in two seconds. peeling oranges doesn't take that long, dummy."
you keep giggling as you try to fight him off before you hear him snort and he releases you.
as stupid as it may sound, katsuki isn't the best when it comes to letting his affection be known through words, so you know how much acts of services, as small as they are, mean to him.
you sometimes forget how much he loves to do little things for you. throwing away your little candy wrappers, or already unwrapping your ice cream for you. or absentmindedly fixing up and sorting out your desk, or bookshelf when he sees your manga out of order or sticking out too much. the little ways he cares for you make your heart flutter. you smile up at him and offer him a piece of orange. he scowls at it.
"don't want your stupid orange." he mutters childishly, but you don't have enough time to pull away to eat it yourself before he grips your wrist. bringing it up to his mouth to eat it anyway. you roll your eyes with a fond smile.
"i'll be sure to leave the orange peeling to you from now on." you jest. he grunts in approval, softly chewing on the slice of juicy orange before patting your wrists, signalling he wants more. and you snort, but you still hand him another piece. his warm grip on your wrist remains even though he could very well just take it out of your hands. he hums again when the taste kicks in.
"you better, i mean it. otherwise it's your funeral."
thank my lovely lovely moot @kovu-bunnbunn for this lovely idea ! tysm twin ! :3
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â the babysitters' club
- gojo satoru x reader
in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacherâwatching over his baby son!
genre: total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff
note: this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3
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"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"
On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.
"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"
"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.
"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.
No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.
Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.
"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"
. . . a momentary silence beforeâ
"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"
"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create himâ"
"Complete bullshitâ"
"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"
"Seriously...?"
"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.
"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.
âWhat! Why?!â
âThat's not fair!â
âSigh.â
âAll you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is hereâ in this bag!â
Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.
"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."
"Nonsenâ"
"Quiet, Megumi!"
And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.
âLalala~ look youâre flying!â
âFwa...â
âKugisaki, donât hold him like that! Youâre making him cry!â
âNo, Iâm notâ Itadori! Donât smush his faceâ!â
âWAAA!â
âYou idiot!â Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, âThere, there...â
And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.
"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."
"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sisterâ"
"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."
And so, that was how the three of them spent half the dayâconstantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.
"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.
For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.
âGojo-sensei is cool!â Yuji remarked. âOf course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.â
Nobara rolled her eyes. âOnly you would say that.â
"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.
"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the diapers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some moreâ
"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"
On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.
"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."
When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.
Yaaay! ⥠Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it! But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?
"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.
The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:
Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!
"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.
The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.
Two my most precious treasures ⥠Sweetheart, I love you. And baby too!
Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"
"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.
"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."
And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.
Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...
"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"
Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the babyâgiven that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not toâ!"
"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"
Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"
At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.
Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believeâ!"
"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"
The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.
It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.
And under less-than-watchful eyes...
"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"
"Ooh, you're right!"
The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.
"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"
"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"
Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refillâ" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.
"Wait... where's the baby?"
"â! Oh my god!"
And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"
"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"
You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.
"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"
You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents is no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.
"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."
Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in ourâ"
"One more word and I'm locking you outâ!"
Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.
"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Qâ"
"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.
"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."
And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.
Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.
"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.
"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "Heâs not just any random babyâwho knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"
Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.
"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about itâ "I think we should go back."
And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.
"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"
But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.
"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I tell you about failing this mission, huh?"
Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorusedâ
"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"
Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"
"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"
"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of thisâ" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on himâ"
You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.
"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.
"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's motherâ Sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"
The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...
You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."
âHuh?!â
âYouâre the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!â
Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him in his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.
"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"
Epilogue
"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.
You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.
Seeing your distress, Satoruâs natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"
"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."
Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.
"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correctâ"
"Hmm...?"
"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."
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game changer
your investigation into the rivalry between the baseball and hockey teams takes an unexpected turn when both captains, heeseung and sunghoon, vie for your attention. and now you find yourself in the middle of a story that promises to be bigger than any game.
PAIRING : hockey captain!sunghoon x sports reporter!yn x baseball captain!heeseung
GENTRE: SMUT, love triangle, threesome duh, oral, unprotected sex, cum eating lol, praise, degradation. uhhh probs more but i forget ily
WC : 20.2k
mdni
truth be told, you hated sports.Â
you hated the religious jerseys, the chants, the complex rulesâ how it was so boring.Â
but, sometimes the athletes were hot.Â
in junior year you joined your collegeâs newspaper, you thought it would help your journalism major. your boss had told you the only opening was for the collegeâs sports reporter since the previous one had âgiven upâ. although you had repetitively asked if there was literally any other opening, sports was the only one.Â
and thus, you have become your collegeâs sports reporter.Â
your college has multiple sports teams; basketball, baseball, rugby, football. but the teams that your college are most proud ofâ the teams that would fill the bleachers every gameâ is the baseball and hockey teams.Â
honestly, you donât get either sport. one was on grass and the other was ice and you try to get some object in a net. you could care less.Â
the baseball and hockey teams have a hatred for one another that the students at your school seem to enjoy. though, the reason for the strong hatred is unknown. youâve asked your friends in passing about the teams, but their answer is always a prediction or suggestion.Â
the real reason is kept by the baseball and hockey teams, like a secret only they can know.Â
and so, youâve made your number one goal as sportâs reporter to find out what that secret is, and nothing will stop youâ not even the awful smell of the change rooms.
the captain of the baseball team is lee heeseung. you know he was appointed captain quite early into his college baseball career. you remember everyone talking about it during your freshman year, about how odd it was for a freshman to become captain so quickly.Â
you also know lee heeseung is fucking hot.Â
he is extraverted and outgoing, a real sweetheart. youâve heard people refer to him as a golden retriever before. the way heâs so playful, enthusiastic and friendly to everyone.Â
but sometimes, that friendliness turns into flirting, and no one can deny lee heeseungâs flirting. he can easily charm anyone into bed with him with just his words and dazzling smile. he has an uncanny ability to captivate anyone. his natural charisma and genuine warmth make him irresistible. which leaves a trail of admirers just for him.Â
the hockey teamâs captain is no other than park sunghoon.Â
sunghoon is enigmatic to say the least. he gives an aura of mystery and danger that seems to draw people in like moths to a flame. heâs known to have gotten into a lot of fights on and off the ice, almost losing his captain privilege once or so youâve heard.Â
sunghoonâs strong presence practically commands attention wherever he goes. his trademark smirk has gotten him into a lot of fun and a lot of trouble. youâve seen him at a party, alone in a corner, pretending to talk to his friends, as he scans the party for a decent girl. once heâs fixed you with his intense gaze, smirk and nods in silent invitation, any girl is powerless to resist following him up to his bedroom. park sunghoon and lee heeseungâs opposed allures are undeniable, their appeals irresistible, but you are determined to not fall for it. you must stick to your duty of finding out the secrets of the baseball and hockey teamsâ even if it means resisting the most desirable men at your college.
your first day on the job is picture day for all the athletes at your school. you are tasked with asking a few of the athletes some questions you had to come up with about their sport and how they are feeling about the upcoming sport season.Â
it couldnât be too bad you think.Â
âeveryone!â coach davis calls everyoneâs attention, âwe have a new reporter today, her name is y/n.âÂ
suddenly, it feels like every single pair of eyes on this soccer field is looking at you. youâre surrounded by what feels like one hundred men at once.Â
âwhat happened to kevin?â someone calls out to the coach, the boy is on the soccer team by the looks of his uniform.Â
âhe quit.â coach davis explains.Â
âno, he had a mental breakdown.â a boy in a basketball uniform clarifies.Â
your head tilts in concern at the information. you were only told that the previous reporter had quit. no alleged mental breakdown was mentioned in your interview with your manager. what the hell happened to kevin with this job?
coach davis sighs beside you, his fingers pressing his nose bridge, âanyways, as i was saying,â the coach gives you a look of sympathy, ây/n here is our new reporter, so please treat her nicely like i know you all can. and take it easy on her, itâs her first day.âÂ
there is a mixed reaction from the large crowd in front of you and you donât know where to look besides the ground. a few of them reply with âyes, coachâ, while others are trying to stifle a laugh or are laughing. you can practically feel them judging or teasing you from across the field. by theirs and the coach's reaction, you wonder if they had a part in kevinâs âmental breakdownâ.Â
you have no idea how today is going to go.
after each athlete has done their team and solo photo for the year, theyâre gonna line up for you to ask them a few questions for the college newspaper and yearbook. the first team that is done is the baseball team. there is about 20 of them in a circle when you walk up to them, your heart palpitating once you realize how many of them there are and how tall they all are.Â
one of the baseball players notices you walking up and nods to the rest of the group, âthere she is. ready for a mental breakdown?âÂ
a few of his teammates laugh while one nudges him to shut up.Â
âwell, i didnât really plan to have one today, but if it happens, then it happens.â you shrug, making the baseball player laugh in response.Â
âmy nameâs jake,â he reaches his hand out for you to shake.Â
âyeah, well jake here,â the teammate who nudged him earlier puts his hands on jakeâs shoulder, âis gonna go to the back of the line where he can learn to be nicer.âÂ
jake scoffs, âheeseung, i was just joking with her.â he turns around to face his captain.Â
itâs then that you finally get to look at lee heeseung in his baseball uniform. heâs taller than you thought, and heâs more tan than ever- probably from practicing baseball recently. but up close like this, he really is so attractive.Â
âi donât care, coach said to be nice and go easy on her today,â heeseungâs voice is stern, playing his captain role, âgo to the back of the line youâll go last.âÂ
jake doesnât say much more before he walks to the back of the line, his teammates teasing him as he passes them.Â
heeseung steps forward to you, âsorry about that, our previous reporter had a, uhâŚâÂ
âa mental breakdown?â you finish for him.Â
a pretty smile spreads across heeseungâs face, âwell yeah, i was trying to make it sound a bit better, but yeah he did.âÂ
âso, iâve heard. but donât worry,â you put your hand on your heart, âi promise to try to not have a mental breakdown today.âÂ
heeseung laughs, âyeah that'll probably be for the best.â he steps closer to you, reaching his hand out like jay had done, âiâm lee heeseung.âÂ
your hand meets his, âyeah, i know.â heeseung tilts his head with a smile as you try to ignore your stupidity. âiâm y/n y/l/n.âÂ
heeseung smiles at you as you try to ignore how much longer his hands are compared to yours, âso what questions do you have?âÂ
âoh right,â you snap back in reality as you snatch your hand away from his, instead you start to flip through your notebook. you clear your throat when you look at the first question you had written down specifically for lee heeseung. you press record on your voice recorder and hold it up between the two of you to catch your voices. âuh, how do you feel about being the captain of the baseball this year?âÂ
heeseung smiles at your question, it not faltering on his face as he answers, âitâs a big responsibility. but i love it, you know? the team is like a family to me.âÂ
you nod at his sweet answer, not expecting anything else but it. your eyes glance down to the second question on your notebook. you know the next one may cause his perfect smile to drop. âso, everyone on campus knows that thereâs always been a rivalry between the baseball and hockey teams. as the captain of the baseball team, do you have anything to add onto that?âÂ
you notice heeseungâs smile falters at your mention of the hockey team, but it doesnât completely fade from his face like you had thought it would. instead, he answers calmly to your question. âi mean, we just try to focus on our own game. we donât let some tension affect how we play.âÂ
you nod, biting your lip at how professionally he replied. it wasnât exactly the answer you wanted, but he did acknowledge that there was in fact some tension between the two teams. âokay, and lastly, what do you think is the biggest misconception about the baseball team?âÂ
heeseungâs smile brightens again, âi think people think weâre just jocks, but thereâs a lot of heart and hard work behind what we do. weâll definitely be winning a lot of games this year.âÂ
you smile at his answer and stop your recording, âthanks heeseung, that was great.âÂ
âitâs no problem,â he points with his thumb behind his shoulder, âgood luck with the rest of them, if they give you any trouble just let me know.â
âiâm sure iâll be fine, heeseung. but thanks,âÂ
heeseung smiles again, âiâll see you around then, y/n. iâm looking forward to it.â you notice his eyes run over your face, scanning your features, before they briefly glance over your body until they meet your eyes again. his smile never leaves his face.Â
you pretend to not notice his eye path and smile back at him, âsee you, heeseung.â heeseung turns and walks towards coach davis.Â
you look down at your notebook again, clicking your pen and checking off that lee heeseungâs interview was done. the field is loud around you, and you look around at all the athletes in their different uniforms. you sigh, thinking about how long a day of this is going to be. but hopefully youâll be able to get a good story out of it for your report.Â
youâre reading all the names on the attendance sheet coach gave you, recognizing some names and unfamiliar with the others. you feel someone looking at you, and you glance around the busy field. through all the boys goofing around and laughing, you notice one thatâs stood still from a few meters away.Â
it only takes a moment for you to realize that itâs park sunghoon. heâs surrounded by a small group of his teammates and theyâre all busy with each other except for sunghoon, whoâs looking straight at you from over his friendâs shoulder. his black hair is falling into his eyes and you can see his famous moles on his face from here.Â
as you make eye contact with him, catching him staring at you, he doesnât look away. unlike heeseung, who would instantly smile back and beam a golden light, sunghoonâs facial expression doesnât change. his eyes are piercing and cold as they stare at you. you can tell thereâs a hint of curiosity on his features as he analyzes you from across the field. he doesnât smile, his plump lips stay in a straight line.Â
you couldnât lie and say that you werenât intrigued by his demeanor. that you werenât interested in how focused, and almost stubbornly, he was staring at you. his eyes maybe staying on your bare legs from your skirt for a little too long than anyone else would. you thought about interviewing him next, seeing if he would have anything more to say about the rivalry than heeseung did.Â
âhey, reporter girl! jungwon wants to be interviewed next!â a boy suddenly calls out to you. you turn and see that itâs another baseball boy, and heâs pointing to a boy beside him whoâs probably named jungwon. you smile at them and nod. you turn your head over your shoulder to look back at sunghoon, but heâs not there anymore. you frustratedly pout as the other captain isnât there anymore. but make your way to the baseball players again. hopefully they will give you more information.
you groan in your desk chair, staring at the scattered papers and notes in front of you. you had spent hours going over the interviews and information you gathered from picture day, but most of it was useless. the answers you got were vague and unhelpful, leaving you with more questions than answers.
you rub your temples, trying to soothe the growing headache from your relentless efforts. the only thing you can confirm is that there is a rivalry, and everyone knows about it. but no one seems willing to spill the details. itâs like theyâre all under a gag order.
you glance at the attendance sheet coach davis gave you on picture day, every name was checked off that you had interviewedâ except for park sunghoon. he had disappeared before you could interview him. the field was empty before you realized that you had missed him.Â
your frustration bubbles over as you huff, pushing your notebook away. this investigation was turning out to be much more challenging than you anticipated. you thought being the new sports reporter would be relatively easy, but it turns out itâs harder than you imagined. it felt like you were running in circles.Â
but at the same time it makes you more determined to uncover the truth. the headline youâll be able to release makes you excited and you know itâll be good for your career once you graduate. but for now, you let out another groan and sink back into your chair, contemplating your next move.
the journalism office door opens and blair, the arts and culture reporter of the college, who is also your friend, walks in with a concerned look on her face once she sees you slumped in your chair.Â
âare you frustrated?â she asks, setting her bag down on the desk next to you.
âvery.â
blair leans against the desk, her eyes sparkling with an idea. âwell, if the athletes wonât speak, maybe get information from the students.â
your eyes widen at her suggestion. âblair, youâre a genius!â you exclaim, a renewed sense of determination flooding through you. you jump up from your chair, grabbing blair by the arm.
âwhatâ?â she starts, but youâre already on the move, scooping up your notebook and pen in one swift motion.
âcome on, weâre going to get the information from the public. the people who spread the rumors,â you say, practically dragging her out of the journalism office. youâre determined to get some answers.Â
you usher blair to get her phone out, recording your interaction with students as you use a makeshift microphone; your voice recorder attached to a ruler. you tell blair to start recording, you start slowly walking back, talking into the âmicrophoneâ as you introduce the video.Â
âtoday, we are at enha university,â you speak confidently, âthere is a years long feud between the hockey and baseball teamsâ but what is the reason for it? today we will be asking the students that go to enha university for their opinion.âÂ
blair stops recording and puts her phone down to smile at you, âthat was good, letâs go.âÂ
you first head out to the main quad, and walk up to a group of students who are sprawled on the grass. âhey guys, mind if we ask you some questions for the school newspaper?â the students all nod and blair pulls out her phone to record again, with her signal, you start, âso what do you know about the feud between the baseball and hockey teams?â you ask, holding up your makeshift microphone, you shove it in the studentâs faces.Â
âoh, itâs wild,â one student says, eyes wide. âi heard the baseball team thinks the hockey team was behind some major equipment theft. like, theyâre convinced the hockey team took their bats!â
âyeah, and the hockey team thinks the baseball team has been spreading rumors to get them disqualified from big games,â another adds.
âokay, but whatâs causing them to steal equipment and try to get them banned? what started it?â you press the two of them.Â
the students shrug. âdonât know,â one says.
you look at blairâs camera with a frustrated expression, then turn back to the students. âthanks,â you say bluntly before moving on.
at the library stairs, you find a couple of students taking a break. you walk up to them with blairâs phone recording and your microphone up to your lips.Â
âhave you heard of the baseball and hockey team rivalry?â you ask them once youâre on the stairs with them.Â
âoh god, who hasnât?â one student says, rolling their eyes.
âwhat have you heard?â you tilt your head and pass the ruler microphone to them.Â
âi heard the hockey team once accused the baseball team of planting false reports about them to the administration.â
âand the baseball team is sure the hockey team is trying to sabotage their top players,â another student on the stairs adds.
âthanks for the info,â you say, not pressing further, and nod for blair to follow you.Â
once inside the school, you decide to head to the cafeteria. since itâs lunch time, itâs extremely busy. you approach a random group of students that are sitting at a table near a window.Â
âwhat can you guys tell me about the feud between the hockey and baseball teams?â you ask them, moving to sit beside them at the table.Â
the students take note of your microphone and blairâs phone recording before they answer with a laugh. âsomeone said the baseball team trashed the hockey teamâs frat house during a party.â
âyeah, they like, broke furniture and some alcohol bottles or something.âÂ
you note the details and move on to another group of students nearby.
âwhatâs up with the rivalry between the baseball and hockey teams?â you ask the trio.Â
âsome crazy stuff,â one student says. âi heard the hockey team took the baseball teamâs playbook.â
âwhat playbook?â you ask, confused.
âitâs this book full of all the girls theyâve hooked up with over the years,â the student explains. âapparently, the hockey team thought itâd be funny to steal it.â
you exchange a look with blair, âthanks.âÂ
you and blair step outside into the main quad again. you plan on going back to the journalism office to review the footage and information you and blair recorded.Â
âthat was definitely some progress,â blair nods at you as she scrolls through the multiple videos on her phone.Â
you nod, âyeah i think the playbook rumour was a good start.âÂ
âright?â blair agrees excitedly, âi mean a book full of all the girls theyâve hooked up with? thatâs disgusting, no wonder thereâs a feud.âÂ
you hum, âi wonder where that playbook is now.âÂ
blair gives you a look like you're onto something, both of you laughing as you continue to walk. she passes you to the phone so you can see how many recordings she got of your interviews. âwe sure got a lot of footage,â you start, but blair cuts you off.Â
âhey, isnât that guy on the baseball team?â she says, pointing to a guy walking toward you. you look up and see him glancing down at his phone, a baseball bag slung over his shoulder with the enha university logo.
you recognize him as jake, and you quickly shove blairâs phone into her hand. ârecord.â
blair starts the recording as you jog over to jake, microphone in hand. âjake, youâre on the baseball team!â
jake glances up, noticing the microphone and blair recording. he chuckles, clearly not surprised. âwell, yeah.â
âhow do you feel about having a rivalry with the hockey team?â you ask, trying to get straight to the point.
jake raises an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by your question. âwhy do you want to know?â
you dodge his question and ask, âdo you know anything about a playbook?â
jake looks at you, slightly confused. âuh, no?â
âhow about a party where things got destroyed?â you press.
jake shrugs, âuh, every party has something destroyed after. whatâs this about, y/n?â
you sigh and tell blair to stop recording. âiâm trying to find out the reason for the rivalry between the teams,â you explain.
jake laughs. âgood luck with that. itâs just one sided from the hockey team. heeseungâs a good captain.â
you give him a determined look. âwhat do you mean by that?â
jake chuckles and starts walking away, âsee you around, y/n.â
you watch him go across the main quad, determination flooding through you as you cross your arms over your chest.Â
âiâm going to find out blair, no matter how hard it takes to break these athletes down. i will find out.âÂ
blair nods, and links her arm through yours, âyeah, but first, letâs get lunch. iâm starving.â
you remembered how park sunghoon had skipped your interview during picture day, leaving you with only one comment from one of the captains involved with the rivalry.Â
so, you decide to make your way to the hockey rink on campus.Â
youâve heard that sunghoon shows up an hour early to practice. so you think that if you find him now, alone, heâll be more forthcoming. you figure itâs worth a shot.Â
when you reach the rink, you spot him skating alone on the ice, the sound of his skates slicing through the rink echoing in the otherwise quiet space. you glance down hesitantly at the ice below you. itâs clean and shiny and hard. you had never been good at skating. the fear of falling and hitting your head was too big of a fear for you.Â
but you glance over at sunghoon, who hasnât noticed your presence yet, too enthralled by skating. you watch as he jumps in the air, twirling. and youâre suddenly taken aback by how graceful the jump was. you thought hockey boys were aggressive and rough. youâve seen them tackle each other on the ice all the time, body checking each other into the rink. but now, sunghoon looked delicate and soft as he glided around.Â
you take one more glance at the ice below you and sigh, knowing that youâll have to face your fear and step onto it. the story was too good to pass up because of a childhood fear.Â
you take your first step on the ice and figure that itâs okay. you keep walking slowly over to where sunghoon was. as you approach sooner, almost forgetting that you were even on ice, you feel your foot slip up into the air. you feel yourself falling, but before you can reach the cold ice, an arm catches you to hold you up.Â
you open your eyes, and see sunghoonâs face over yours, his arm wrapped around you. he has an annoyed expression on his face as he looks down at you. like heâs judging you for falling.Â
but youâre struck by how close you are to him. his skin is as pale as the ice beneath you, and for a moment, you just stare at him, caught off guard by his striking features.
âyou should be careful,â he says, his voice as cool as his demeanor.
you pull away and stand up on the ice, still uneasy. âi am careful,â you retort, trying to sound more confident than you feel.
sunghoon raises an eyebrow, his expression distant. he looks you up and down, his eyes landing on your notebook and pen in your hand. âare you here to interview me about hockey?â
you frown, feeling defensive. âuh, i donât know anything about hockey.â
sunghoonâs curiosity piques. âwhy are you the sports reporter if you donât know sports?â
your irritation flares. âlook, just tell me about the rivalry between the hockey and baseball teams.â
unghoonâs lips curl into a small, enigmatic smile as he laughs for the first time. the sound catches you off guard, leaving you both confused and nervous.
âthe feud that the baseball team started and is constantly complaining about? why donât you go ask them?â he says, his tone dripping with indifference. âiâm busy.â
sunghoon starts to turn around, but you question him, âhow come youâre so good at doing those spins?âÂ
he stops and turns to look at you over his shoulder, âiâm not good.â he starts to skate off to the other side of the rink.Â
you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. park sunghoon is a real piece of work. you start to slowly turn around, your lip pulled between your teeth as you look down at your feet on the ice. you feel your heart start to pound as you try to move across the ice to get off the rink. the ice is just so slippery. you can tell it was cleaned recently.Â
suddenly, you feel a firm grip around your waist, and before you can react, sunghoon scoops you up in his arms and skates swiftly over to the side of the rink. youâre shocked at how fast he moves; itâs like heâs gliding on air. youâve heard that heâs the fastest on the ice, but now that he was skating with you, you could tell how fast he really was. he deposits you gently on the edge, where you stand, stunned.
âuh, thanks,â you manage to stammer, still trying to process what just happened.
sunghoon scoffs, giving you a quick, dismissive glance before skating back to the center of the rink. you watch him, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. you turn to leave, feeling defeated and empty-handed for your report.
âhey, yn!â sunghoonâs voice calls out, making you turn around.
âyeah?â you respond, already halfway to the door.Â
âwhy do you want to know about the rivalry anyway?â he asks, his tone oddly curious.
âbecause itâs my job to know,â
with that, you spin on your heel and leave the rink, leaving sunghoon to his practice.Â
as you walk back to the journalism office, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. park sunghoon and lee heeseung are polar opposites, and itâs no wonder they canât stand each other.Â
sunghoon is so cold like the ice he practices on. heâs distant, wrapped up in his own world. thereâs a certain intensity about him, a focus thatâs almost intimidating. heâs methodical and precise on the ice, every movement calculated and deliberate. heâs almost unapproachable with his piercing gaze.Â
and then heeseung is warm, outgoing and easy to talk to. heâs got this effortless charm and friendliness that makes everyone around him feel at ease. heâs the guy who lights up a room just by being in it, and itâs clear heâs well-liked, even if heâs a bit of a show-off.
you wonder what might have caused such deep hatred for one another. what could it be that connects them besides their role on a sports team. theyâre just too different.Â
your frustration mounts as you think about how little youâve uncovered so far. both of them are so closed off to your questions. but it doesnât make you any less determined to get to the bottom of their feud. no matter how much time it takes.Â
thereâs a story here, and youâre not giving up until youâve got it all figured out.
on friday night, coach davis insisted you attend the baseball game, claiming that it was crucial for your report. so since it was your job, you went. even though you barely understood how baseball worked. still, you found yourself in the bleachers, a notepad in hand, surrounded by other students.Â
the game began, and you tried to focus on the actual game, but your eyes kept drifting to heeseung on the field. it was the first time youâd seen him without a smile on his face. his expression was serious, concentrated and his eyes never left the ball.Â
you watched as heeseung sprinted across teh field. the crack of the bat echoed, and heeseung was off before anyone else, to catch the ball. you held your breath, washing as he dove and grabbed it from the air.Â
the bleachers erupted in cheers, the students jumping up and down around you as sat still. they were all screaming and calling his name. heeseung stood up, his charming smile spreading across his face as he held up the ball, showing off his catch to the audience.Â
amidst the chaos, you could have sworn he winked at you.
on monday morning, after a long weekend of thinking about both captains and the rivalry. ou've been pouring over your notes, trying to piece together the story. you realize you need to hit this head-on. so, you storm into the boysâ hockey changing room first thing in the morning.Â
the first thing you notice upon entering is the smell. it's a potent mix of cologne, sweat, and shampoo that makes you turn up your nose in disgust. some of the boys notice you immediately and start teasing you.Â
"look who decided to pay us a visit," one of them says, grinning. "if you wanted to see us so bad, you could've just asked."
you roll your eyes, snarky in your response, "trust me, i'm not here because i wanted to see you.âÂ
another boy chimes in, "kevin never barged in on us while we were changing." he mentions the previous sports reporter you replaced, and you try to ignore their lack of shirts.Â
before you can retort, sunghoon appears, his presence commanding attention. "okay, knock it off. go to class," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.Â
the boys groan, but they obey, mumbling about how sunghoon is no fun. as they leave, they wink or nudge you, adding to your frustration. finally, it's just you and sunghoon left alone in the changing room. you notice he's shirtless too, and it makes you gulp.
sunghoon's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you forget why you're there. his skin is pale, his muscles defined, and he exudes a calm confidence that's both intimidating and intriguing.
"what do you want, y/n?" he asks, his voice steady and cold.
you take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "i need to know about the rivalry between the hockey and baseball teams. i can't write my report without the full story."
sunghoon narrows his eyes slightly, studying you. "and you think barging in here is the way to get answers?"
"i think it's the only way," you reply, your voice firm despite your nerves.
he scoffs softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. âwell iâm showering.âÂ
you stand your ground as you watch him turn and walk towards the showers, only in his boxers. âso? are you gonna help me or not? iâll do anything.â you sound desperate and you hate it. sunghoon turns on the shower. the water warming up.Â
sunghoon turns to face you, his arms crossing over his bare chest and he quirks his eyebrow, âanything?âÂ
âanything.âÂ
a mischievous smile spreads across his face, âthen get on your knees and show me just how badly you want it.âÂ
your breath catches in your throat as you process his demand. he chuckles at your appalled demeanor. he bends down and takes off his boxers, your eyes widened as his semi-hard cock is revealed. he steps back into the shower waterâ the water pouring over his pale, muscular body. his black hair becomes darker over his eyes.Â
you think quickly of your choices. walk away with pride and no story? or give the hot hockey captain a blowjob and get a great story?Â
you choose the latter with no further thought.Â
you glance around one more time, the locker room is completely empty. you sigh as your hands pull your shirt off of your body, leaving your torso bare for sunghoon to see. his eyes stay fixated on your exposed skin. a smirk grows on his lips as he realizes that you really will do anything.Â
you reach down and pull your skirt off, not wanting your clothes to become wet in the shower, and you step into the shower. you slowly sink to your knees, feeling the warm water hit your body now. your heart is pounding in your ears, but you canât deny the arousal youâre feeling at the same time.Â
âthatâs it,â sunghoon encourages you, his voice like velvet against the shower walls, ânow sow me what that nasty mouth of yours can do.âÂ
your hands shake as you reach up to touch his warm skin. his cock is harder now, so thick and veiny. you canât help but let out a soft gasp at the sight.Â
âyouâve wanted my cock in your mouth for so long havenât you?â sunghoon taunts you, his hand reaching down to tangle in your damp hair. âgo on then, taste it.âÂ
you lean forward, your lips wrapping around the sensitive head of his cock, tasting the tang of his arousal. you swirl your tongue, teasing the slit, as sunghoon groans above you.
âfuck, that's good. take more of me," he urges, his hips bucking slightly.
you oblige, taking him deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat to accommodate his length. your lips slide down his shaft, your breath ghosting over the sensitive skin as you start to bob your head.
"ah, fuck, yes," sunghoon hisses, his hand tightening in your hair. "you're a natural at this, aren't you? sucking cock like a good little slut."
you moan around his thickness, the vibrations sending a shudder through him. the sound of your pleasure seems to spur him on, and he begins to thrust his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking your mouth gently.
"take it,â he growls out at you, âyouâre always getting yourself into a mess with that mouth, i think you need to be quiet for a while. so take my cock down your throat like the whore you are.â
his words are degrading, but they only serve to heighten your arousal. you never thought that you would be in this predicament before. so many girls would beg to be on their knees for park sunghoon. you never thought that you would be here, pleasuring him. though, you suppose both of you get something out of it. he gets to cum, and you get information for your story.
you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder, your tongue flattening to lick and tease his cock as you go.Â
âoh god,â sunghoon groans out as he stares down at you. you force your eyes to stay open so they can look into his. you can see pure pleasure growing in his eyes. his eyebrows furrowed as he lets the pleasure take over his body.Â
âfuck iâm gonna cum,â sunghoon grunts out, his grip on your wet hair tightens and he pulls your mouth off of his cock, leaving a string of saliva to connect your swollen lips to his sensitive tip. âtell me that you want me to cum down your throat.âÂ
you swallow before you speak, âi want you to cum down my throat, sir.âÂ
sunghoon hums in response, pleased by your answer. and honestly, you wre thrilled at the thought of tasting him, of having his hot release flooding in your mouth. because even if he was an asshole, he was very hot. you want to give him sexual pleasure, to milk him dry and feel his satisfaction.Â
sunghoon shoves his cock back into your mouth roughly. you gag around him and it only makes him grunt out more. you continue to bob up and down his length at a fast pace, wanting him to cum. âfuck yes!âÂ
sunghoon tenses, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling on it, as he holds you firmly in place. with a deep grunt, he begins to unload inside your mouth. his ropes of hot, sticky cum shoot down your throat.Â
and you swallow it all greedily, moaning at the taste. your fingers dig into his thighs.Â
sunghoon lets go of you, his body relaxing back into the shower wall. both of your bodies are wet from sweat and the shower water. heâs panting as he catches his breath. his body is slightly shaking as he rides out his orgasm. âthat mouth of yours is something else, reporter girl.âÂ
you raise an eyebrow up at him, his nickname for you brings you back to reality, âright so how about you use your mouth now to tell me my story.âÂ
sunghoon chuckles as he watches you stand up and exit the shower. you grab a spare towel and dry your body and hair, all while sunghoon stays in the shower, watching you silently. you try to not let yourself get intimidated by his staring. youâre sure that he gets off on making girls intimidated by how attractive he is. him knowing how attractive he is isnât good for anyone besides him.Â
you start to get dressed, your wet hair clinging to your face and neck.Â
âi canât believe you actually gave me a blowjob,â sunghoon grins, amused. you can see an annoying glint in his eye.Â
âwell you said you would tell me the story.âÂ
sunghoon shrugs, âyeah i said that. but i donât have to tell you my story.âÂ
your jaw drops in disbelief. âare you kidding me? you tricked me!âÂ
âyouâre easier than i expected,â
your anger flares up, cheeks burning. "you think this is funny? you just wasted my time for nothing!"
he crosses his arms, still smirking. "just give up on the rivalry story, y/n. you aren't going to find anything. go back to writing about the sports games. thatâs what you were hired for anyways."
you grunt in frustration, grabbing your bag. âyouâre so annoying, sunghoon!â you yell as you storm towards the exit. as you leave, you hear his chuckles turn into laughter as they echo in the locker room.Â
"see you at the game, reporter girl!" he calls out, his voice mocking.
you don't look back.
on friday night, youâve still gotten no new information about the rivalry all week, despite your best efforts. youâve started to wonder if sunghoon was right and you should give up on the story. even if you really donât want to.Â
youâre sitting at your desk in the journalism office, frustrated. your name plate sits on your desk in front of you with bold letters underneath it that write : sports reporter. and youâre starting to hate looking at it.Â
youâll have to write about the rugby teamâs game from the night before for mondayâs paper. but your heart isnât in it. you want to write something more substantial than scores and plays that the rugby players did.Â
then, blair walks in, a little pep to her step as she glides through the empty office and straight towards you. âstill nothing?â she asks, leaning against your desk.Â
âyeah, nothing new,â you reply, staring at your blank screen.
 âmaybe you should take the weekend off from this. letâs go to a party tonight.â blairâs eyes light up at the suggestion, her eyes wanting you to agree with her.Â
you look up, curious. âwhose party?â
 âlee heeseungâs.â
you scramble to grab your bag and swing it over your shoulder as you stand up, âletâs go.âÂ
blair laughs as you pull her through the office, âdonât you want to change first?âÂ
you stop and glance down at your plain blouse and plaid skirt, âno, this party is for work. iâll play later.â
you rush blair to hurry up, your mind set on the party. all you can think about is getting more information about the rivalry. itâs going to be the death of you, but youâre determined to get to the bottom of it.
when
you and blair arrive at the party, the noise and energy hitting you as soon as you step inside the frat house. itâs just as crowded as you expected, and youâve heard itâs a no hockey team allowed party.
you glance around, trying to spot the baseball players. your eyes land on jake standing by the backdoor. you turn to blair and say, âiâll see you later,â before heading over to him.
jake notices you approaching and smiles. you can tell heâs already intoxicated just from looking at him. the cup heâs holding is sure to have alcohol in it.Â
âhey, y/n!âÂ
âhi jake!âÂ
âi didnât expect to see you here of all people.â
you laugh, âyeah, me neither.âÂ
jake spreads out his arms to show off the busy house, âwell welcome to our party!âÂ
you nod along, laughing at house extraverted and drunk he is. âyeah, how is the team doing?âÂ
âweâre doing great! heeseungâs been killing it all season.âÂ
you tilt your head at the mention of heeseung, âright, i heard heâs pretty good.âÂ
jake nods enthusiastically. âyeah, heâs the best. iâve known him for a while.â
âreally? how did you guys meet?â
âwe went to the same high school,â jake explains. âhe was already a legend back then.â
you nod along, smiling, but your mind is racing. you realize that jake could be a goldmine of information about the rivalry. he must know something. youâre determined to get as much out of him as you can.
âthatâs cool,â you say. âso, whatâs the deal with this rivalry with the hockey team? seems intense.â
jakeâs expression shifts slightly. âyeah, itâs complicated. a lot of history there.â
youâre about to press him more when another baseball player bursts in, shouting, âjake, come outside! jeongin is doing a beer keg!â
jake grins, âone sec!â he turns back to you and says, âiâll see you later?â
you nod, âyeah, sure.â
jake smiles and runs out to join his friends, leaving you alone. you huff in frustration, looking around the crowded room. blair is nowhere in sight.
you start to weave through the crowded rooms, the partiers dancing around you. your eyes scan for any sign of blair, but she seems to have vanished into the sea of people. you turn a corner and nearly collide with someone.
âhey,â a familiar voice says.
you look up and find yourself face to face with heeseung. up close, his attractiveness catches you off guard again, and youâre momentarily speechless. âoh, hi heeseung,â you manage to say.
he flashes a charming smile. âiâve literally never seen you at a party before, let alone my own party.â
you laugh nervously, âyeah, itâs not really my thing.â
heeseungâs eyes twinkle with amusement. âoh, so whyâd you choose to come to this one?â
âuh,â you hesitate, your mind racing. you canât exactly tell him youâre here to gather information about the rivalry for your report.
heeseung raises an eyebrow, his smile turning slightly mischievous. âto see me?â
you laugh awkwardly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. âwell, i meanâŚâ
heeseung laughs too, a warm, genuine sound that makes you feel a bit more at ease. âiâm just messing with you. iâm glad you came, though. itâs nice to see you.âÂ
youâre really shocked at how good he is at flirting. it makes you almost forget why youâre here. makes you forget that youâre trying to write what is basically an expose on him.Â
heeseungâs laughter fades into a soft smile, and he leans against the wall, looking at you with a curious expression. âso, youâre really not into parties? what do you usually do on weekends?â
âmostly just catch up on school work, maybe hang out with friends.âÂ
he nods, seemingly interested, and then his eyes widen as a thought enters his mind, â
oh wait, youâre in my bio class, right?â
you blink, slightly surprised. âyeah, i am.â
âcan you come look at this one question i need help with for my paper?â
you give him a cautious look, unsure of what heâs up to. âuh, sure.â
âcool, itâs up in my room. come on.â before you can protest, heeseung grabs your arm gently and starts weaving through the crowd. you follow him, your heart pounding a little faster with each step.
he maneuvers through the throngs of people effortlessly, his grip on your arm firm yet gentle. he takes you up the stairs, away from the crowds of people below. he leads you down the hallway and finally stops in front of a door and gestures for you to go in first, âafter you.âÂ
you step inside, glancing around his room. itâs surprisingly tidy for a guyâs room, with a few baseball memorabilia scattered around. heeseung closes the door behind you and walks over to his desk, rummaging through some papers.
as you look around, you notice a small, leather-bound book lying on his nightstand. you pick it up and flip it open, curious. âwhatâs this?â you ask, holding it up.
heeseung turns from his desk, his eyes narrowing as he sees what youâre holding. âoh, thatâs just a journal I keep for tracking my training sessions and stats. itâs nothing special.â
you nod, putting the book back in its place.
you notice a picture of heeseung and jake from when they were younger, and youâre reminded of what jake had told you earlier. now that you think of it, jake seems to really look up to heeseung, admiring him almost. you suppose itâs because theyâve known each other for a while.Â
the rest of heeseungâs shelves have multiple baseball trophies and medals. something youâd expect from a baseball captain.Â
âdid you find the paper yet?â you ask him after a few minutes.Â
heeseung hisses in frustration and turns back to his desk. âno, i canât seem to find it.âÂ
âoh,â you nod, not sure of what else to say as you stand before him in his bedroom, his own party lively right downstairs.Â
but maybe you can help me with something else.â
you raise an eyebrow, turning to face him. âlike what?â
"well," he began, stepping closer to you. his cologne filled your senses, a mix of musk and citrus that perfectly matched his confident persona. "i've been meaning to tell you, i think you're really sexy."
your mouth dropped open, shocked by his forwardness. "me?â you squeaked, feeling yourself blush with bewilderment.Â
"yeah," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eye. "the way you look as you report, taking notes, biting your lip as you concentrate on writing... it's fucking hot.â
you felt your body temperature rise as his words washed over you. no one had ever told you that the way you worked was attractive. you always thought your lip-biting was a nervous habit, but hearing heeseung describe it as sexy made your heart skip a beat.
"i'm so glad you're at my games now," he went on, his voice low and intimate. "it makes me want to do my best, knowing you're watching."
you were speechless, stunned by his admission. you never thought that you would catch the attention of lee heeseung. he was so popular and desired by everyone. thereâs no way that he would ever want you.Â
without warning, heeseung stepped even closer, his body brushing against yours. you could feel the hardness of his muscles, his strength, and his lean frame. he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, and whispered, "i want you, right here, right now."
your breath caught in your throat as his desire washed over you.
"i want to feel you, taste you," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "let me show you how sexy i find you."
you nodded mutely, unable to form words, your body responding to his touch, to his raw, passionate desire. heeseung gently pushed you back toward his bed, his hands roaming over your body, mapping every inch of you with his strong, skilled hands.
"you're so beautiful," he growled, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you.
you blushed under his intense gaze, feeling yourself grow wet at the way he was looking at you.
with gentle but firm hands, he guided you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you sat down, your legs slightly apart. heeseung didn't waste a moment, moving between your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.
"you have no idea how many times I've thought about this," he confessed, his voice hoarse as he reached out to stroke your cheek. âsince the first day i saw you out on the field, when you were interviewing me.âÂ
you let out a shaky breath, your body buzzing with anticipation. no one had ever made you feel so desired, so wanted. you let him start to undress you, removing your blouse and skirt. it reminded you of when you were in the locker room with sunghoon. how different that encounter is to this one. heeseungâs taking his time with you, wanting to pleasure you. meanwhile sunghoon could only care about getting himself off.Â
but both of them are able to get you so wet.Â
heeseung's eyes traveled down your body, taking in your heaving chest, your nipples tight with anticipation, and the dampness between your thighs.
âyou're so wet for me already," he observed with a groan.Â
before you could reply, Heeseung lowered his head, his tongue snaking out to taste you. you gasped as he lapped at your core, his tongue probing and teasing your folds. he was relentless. his mouth kept licking and sucking at your most sensitive spots. he was able to find them so quickly it surprised you.Â
"oh fuck," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he ate you out with enthusiasm. "heeseung, Iâ"
"you like that, huh?" he asked, looking up at you briefly before diving back in, his tongue insistent, seeking out your swollen clit. "you like my tongue right here?"
"yes!" you cried out, your hips bucking involuntarily as he teased you with his mouth. "oh god, heeseung, don't stop!"
heeseung chuckled, the vibrations sending pleasant tingles through your sensitive core. "i wanna make you cum so hard, baby.â the pet name sent shivers (good ones) down your body, your stomach tightening as he was so gentle with you.Â
and true to his word, he kept going, his tongue not stopping as he laps and probes at your pulsing clit. he suckled and nibbled, his fingers joining in, probing and stroking your slick entrance. you moaned and writhed under his gaze, his hands holding your thighs open.Â
"heeseung, please!" you begged, your hands clutching at the bedsheets. "iâm so close!"
"cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with desire. "let me taste you."
and with that, he suckled your clit gently between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, and you shattered. your back arched off the bed as a cry escaped your lips, your orgasm washing over you in waves of intense pleasure. heeseung didn't stop, licking your sensitive clit through your orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
as you slowly came back down to earth, heeseung crawled up your body, his lips seeking yours. you could taste yourself on his mouth, and it only served to heighten your desire for him. his lips are gentle on yours, but needy. you could tell how sweet heeseung was. his praise was so different from sunghoonâs degrading.Â
but for some reason you couldnât help but crave both.
âlet me fuck you, y/n.â heeseung whispers out, his face still close to yours. his eyes are so intense as you look at them.Â
you nodded eagerly, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung reached into his nightstand, pulling out a condom, but you stopped him.
"no," you whispered, your hands covering his. "i want to feel you, all of you."
heeseung's eyes flashed with surprise, and then understanding. "are you sure?"
you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "i'm on the pill. i want to feel you."
a deep grin spread across heeseung's face, and he quickly shed the condom, his eyes never leaving yours. "fuck, youâre so hot.â he leans down again and kisses you with hunger. you donât hesitate to kiss him back.Â
with gentle hands, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his hard cock brushing against your slick folds. you felt his girth, his length, and your breath quickened at the thought of taking all of him.
"you ready?" he asked, his voice gruff with need.
"yes," you breathed, your eyes fluttering closed as you prepared for his cock to stretch you out.Â
in one smooth thrust, Heeseung filled you, stretching you deliciously as he slid deep within you. you moaned loudly, your body welcoming his, the sensation of being so full sending you into a frenzy.
heeseung stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "so fucking tight," he growled, his voice raw with desire. "fuck, you feel amazing."
you opened your eyes, looking into his, and nodded. "move," you pleaded, your nails digging into his arms. "please."
with a grunt, heeseung began to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip remained, and then slamming back into you. you cried out, your back arching off the bed as he set a brutal pace, his hips snapping as he plunged in and out of your tight heat.
"oh god, heeseung!" you moaned, your body on fire, the pleasure building again. "harder!"
heeseung complied, his hands gripping your thighs as he pounded into you mercilessly. the bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"that's it, take it all," he grunted, his eyes screwed shut in concentration. "you're so tight around me, baby."
"don't stop! please!" you begged, your nails digging into his shoulders. "fuck me, heeseung! make me cum again!"
heeseung's eyes flew open, locking with yours, and he increased his pace, his hips a blur as he drove into you with all his strength. "cum for me again," he demanded, his voice harsh. "let me feel that sweet pussy clenching around my dick."
your orgasm built like a tidal wave, the pressure in your core becoming unbearable. and then, with a loud cry, you shattered once more, your body tightening around his. heeseung groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your tight channel convulsing around him.
"that's it, baby, milk my cock," he encouraged, his thrusts becoming erratic as your spasming walls milked him. "fuck, I'm close!"
you whimpered as he pounded into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your sensitive core. "cum inside of me, heeseung," your eyebrows furrowed together as you watched him continue to thrust in and out of you. âfill me up please, i want it so bad.âÂ
with a final moan, heeseung exploded within you, his hot cum flooding your pussy. he thrust a few more times, emptying himself completely, making a mess.Â
heeseung leaves his face close to yours, making it easy for him to press his lips onto yours. they linger on yours for a while, soft and tender, as if heâs savoring the moment. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are warm, a stark contrast to the usual playful glint they hold. he brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
your mind is still hazy and your body is coming down from its high. you can almost barely feel his touch as he caresses your skin softly.Â
you okay?â he whispers, his voice soft, filled with genuine concern.
you nod, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. âyeah⌠iâm okay.â
heeseung smiles at your breathlessness, thinking to himself how cute and worn out you look underneath him. your cheeks are flushed pink and thereâs a thin line of sweat on your forehead. but he canât help but think how beautiful you look.
heeseung seems to be fully present, fully focused on you. it makes your heart pound. heâs not rushing anything.Â
he reaches over to grab a bottle of water, uncapping it and offering it to you first. âdrink,â he says, his voice still gentle.
you take a sip, the cold water a sharp contrast to the warmth still lingering in your body. heeseung takes the bottle back, drinking after you, and then sets it aside. he pulls you close, kissing your forehead.Â
then, he pulls away from you slowly, his lips brushing against yours one last time before he sits up. he moves with a certain tenderness, like heâs afraid to break whatever fragile thing has settled between you two. as he gets up, you watch him disappear into the bathroom, your heart still racing, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.
he returns moments later with a towel in hand. youâre surprised when he kneels beside you, the soft light from the lamp casting a warm glow over his face. without a word, he gently begins to wipe your skin, careful and considerate. the gesture is intimate, unexpectedly so, and it makes your heart pound even harder.
you lie there, watching him in stunned silence as he moves with a gentle focus, his eyes soft and his touch deliberate. itâs almost like heâs caring for you in a way you didnât expectâa way you hadnât even thought possible.
you had heard that the captain of the baseball team, the one before you right now, was a player, that he was charming and friendly and he would suck you in before you even noticed. you wondered if this was his usual routine. the routine that had gotten so many other girls to fall for him, for so many hearts to break.Â
heeseung meets your eyes briefly, offering a small smile, one that feels genuine, almost affectionate. âthere,â he says softly, once heâs done, folding the towel and setting it aside.
âthank you,â you whisper, not really sure what else to say.
he nods, brushing a thumb over your cheek before standing up again. âiâll be right back,â he says, his voice still soft, as he heads back into the bathroom.
youâre left lying there, heart still racing, as you try to make sense of the situation. you hadnât exactly planned to be here, naked in lee heeseungâs bed. but you arenât disappointed.Â
when you had started this investigation, you had only heard surface layer information about heeseung. but now you know that there is so much more to him.Â
as you lay there, the warmth of heeseung still lingering on your skin, your mind suddenly remembers the investigation. the reason you were even here in the first place. you sit up abruptly, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. you glance around the room. this is like an evidence goldmine.Â
you spot a sweater on the floor and quickly throw it on. you know you have to be quick before heeseung comes back.Â
your eyes scan the room, searching for anything that might give you some sort of clue, something that could move your investigation forward. but as you rummage through his things, you mostly find random stuffâsome useless, some funny. an old baseball glove, a few crumpled up notes from class, a pack of gum.
but then, tucked away in a drawer in the far back, something catches your eye. you reach for it and pull out a small photograph. itâs a picture of heeseung and sunghoon, arms wrapped around each other, both of them smiling brightly. your jaw drops as you stare at it, your mind racing. they were friends at one pointâclose friends, from the looks of it. this changes everything.
before you can fully process the revelation, you hear footsteps. you quickly tuck the picture behind your back just as heeseung reappears from the bathroom.
âwhatâre you doing?â he asks, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
you force a casual smile, trying to act normal. ânothing, just⌠finding my clothes,â you say, glancing around as if youâre looking for them.
heeseung points to a pile near the bed. âtheyâre right there. but you can keep wearing my sweater if you want.â
you glance down and realize youâre indeed wearing his sweater, the fabric warm and soft against your skin. you smile, a little sheepishly. âoh, thanks.â
its awkward suddenly, maybe just on your side since you have his picture behind your back without him knowing. but thankfully, heeseung is the way he is and breaks the silence.Â
âwant a drive home?â
âyes, please,â you smile real big at him.Â
when youâre dressed again and heeseung is driving you home, the night is quiet, with only the soft hum of the car engine and the gentle music playing in the background. the city lights blur past the windows, and you find yourself staring out at them, lost in thought. under the sweater heeseung let you borrow, the photograph you took is safely tucked away, its edges pressing into your skin like a guilty reminder.
you canât stop thinking about how kind heeseung has been to you tonight. the way he looked at you, touched you so gently, and cared for you in a way that felt almost too genuine. it makes your heart ache, knowing that you donât deserve any of itânot with your ulterior motives, not with the secrets youâre hiding. the guilt twists in your stomach, a gnawing sensation that wonât go away.
as the car pulls up in front of your apartment, you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. you glance over at heeseung, whoâs already looking at you with that soft smile that makes your chest tighten.
âthanks, heeseung,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper. âfor tonight.â
"no problem, y/n.â he smiles at you so genuinely it hurts, âjust remember, i gave you a ride homeâso no bad reviews in your next report."
you laugh, thinking about how little he knows about your intentions and investigation. but you nod anyways, not being able to say anything else.Â
before you head inside, you turn back to him, catching his gaze one last time. âgoodnight, heeseung.â
he smiles, waiting until youâre safely inside your apartment. you wave at him through the window, and he waves back before driving off into the night.
but as you close the door behind you, the emptiness settles in. the nausea in your stomach twists tighter, making you feel sick in a way thatâs more than just physical. you hate this feelingâthe way the guilt eats away at you, the way it taints every good moment you shared with him tonight. itâs a heavy weight, one youâre not sure how to shake off.
you wish you didnât find the picture, but you know you canât. thereâs no turning back now, no undoing what youâve set in motion. all you can do is push forward, even if it means sacrificing something you didnât realize you wanted until now.
the journalism office was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only late nights could bring. every other reporter had gone home, leaving you alone with just the glow of your desk lamp and the faint hum of your computer screen. the deadline for the weekâs sports report was tonight. the empty word document on your screen taunting you as you struggled to figure out what to write.
your thoughts were a jumbled mess, torn between the story you knew could blow open your investigation and your gnawing conscience. the picture of heeseung and sunghoon from years ago sat on your desk beside you. it was a huge piece of evidence that could unravel everything. yet, the idea of exposing it felt wrong.Â
you leaned back in your chair, running a hand through your hair in frustration. the memory of heeseungâs kindness gnawed at you, how heâd been so gentle, so sweet, kissing your forehead like he actually cared. and sunghoon, despite his aloof exterior, had ensured the other hockey players left you alone.
you sighed, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. should you follow your morals and keep the picture hidden, protecting them from whatever fallout might come? or should you chase the story, the career-making headline that could propel you forward?
your heart ached with indecision. another thought of heeseung drifted through your mindâhow heâd smiled at you, how heâd been so careful and tender, treating you like you mattered.
before you knew it, you were typing and the headline that was in bold across your screen read :Â
Football Team Has Another Injury
you exhaled slowly, sending it to your professor before closing your laptop and turning off the lamp, plunging the office into darkness. you grabbed your bag and left the office. as you walked out into the cool night air, all you could think about was your bedâready for the quiet, for the thoughts to finally stop swirling about both of the captains.
youâre sitting in the quiet corner of the library. itâs midday and the library is somewhat busy. though, youâre alone at your table. your mind is racing, thoughts swirling about how to move forward with your investigation.
youâve made such a big deal out of this investigation, but now you want to stop because of a picture you found?
youâve examined the picture more carefully whilst youâre alone. itâs not crumpled or scratched in anyway, which means heeseung cared about this picture, unlike everything else thrown away in the drawer you found it in.Â
suddenly, someone sits down in the chair in front of you.Â
your eyes widen when you realize who it is, which his dark black hair over his eyes and his pink lips pulled straight.Â
âuh, hi?â
âhey,â sunghoon replies, his tone as cold and unreserved as ever. he leans back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest like this is just another day.
youâre confused, to say the least. the last time you saw him things didnât go as planned and he was exactly nice to you. so whyâs he here, in front of you in a crowded library.
you close your laptop slightly, your curiosity piqued.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â you ask, your voice coming out as reserved and cautious.Â
âcanât i sit here?â sunghoon asks, his eyebrow quirking.Â
you cross your own arms across your chest, your defensive side coming out. you didnât care how hot or popular the man was in front of you; he was an asshole.Â
ââwell, after last time, i didnât think youâd want to,â
âwhat?â sunghoonâs brows furrow, his expression hardening.
you roll your eyes, the frustration from your last encounter bubbling up. âyou were so awful to me last time. why would you want to sit here like nothing happened?â
sunghoonâs face changes. his shoulders slump slightly as he puts his head in his hands, not saying anything. the shift in his demeanor catches you off guard, and youâre left staring at him, waiting for him to speak. but the silence stretches, growing more awkward by the second. you donât understand him.Â
finally, you groan, tired of the tension and the weird atmosphere. you start to pack up your things, ready to escape whatever this is. but before you can finish, sunghoon reaches out and gently grabs your arm, stopping you. you look up at him, and his usual cold, detached expression is replaced with something youâve never seen from him beforeâdesperation.
âwhat is it?â you ask, your voice softening despite your earlier frustration.
sunghoon takes a deep breath, his hand dropping to his lap. âiâve been under a lot of stress. with school, with the team... and i know itâs no excuse to be mean to you. iâm sorry.â
his words hang in the air between you, sincere and a little vulnerable. you werenât expecting this at all, and it makes your heart soften toward him. you nod slowly, understanding that everyone has their breaking points.
âdo you want to talk about it?â you ask gently, offering him a way to unload some of the weight heâs carrying.
he shakes his head, a small, almost sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âno, itâs fine. i just... i really am sorry. you donât deserve to be treated like that.â
the sincerity in his voice and the look in his eyes make something inside you shift. the frustration and resentment you felt start to melt away.Â
âitâs okay,â you say quietly, offering him a small smile. âi understand how stressful it can be in your position.âÂ
sunghoon nods, looking relieved, and for the first time, the tension between you eases. the silence that follows isnât awkward anymore; itâs almost comforting, like a weight has been lifted.
âthanks,â he mutters, almost too softly for you to hear.
itâs silent between you in the library. both of you processing the shared moment. you think youâre starting to see park sunghoon in a different light. one that you didnât think he had.Â
âso,â you say, making your tone deliberately brighter, âyou must be having a really tough week if youâre sitting in the library with me and not finding a girl to bring home tonight after the game.âÂ
sunghoon looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly before he laughsâa genuine, warm sound that surprises you. itâs the first time youâve heard him laugh, and it catches you off guard how much you like it. itâs not the cold, sarcastic laugh youâve heard before.Â
âis that what you think of me?â he asks, still chuckling, his mood noticeably lighter.
âoh, come on,â you tease, grinning. âyou have a bit of a reputation, you know.â
sunghoon shakes his head, still smiling. âmaybe i should work on changing that, then.â
âmight not be a bad idea since just, everyone on campus knows about it,â you reply, playfully nudging his foot under the table.
sunghoon shrugs, âi donât care what everyone else thinks of me,â his voice softer, âi only care what you think about me.â
you tilt your head to the side at his answer. his soft smile lingers on his face and with the way heâs looking at you now, you think that youâre seeing a side of park sunghoon that not everyone gets to see. you arenât sure how to respond to him. you arenât sure what he wants from you.Â
âanyways,â sunghoon shakes his head at your lack of answer, âhow about i walk you to class?âÂ
you nod with a smile, still partially processing his words, âsure!âÂ
you start to gather your things, ready to leave the library with him. you sling your bag over your shoulder, something slips out and lands on the floor by sunghoonâs feet. sunghoonâs gaze drops to the ground, and his expression freezes when he sees what it is.
the picture of him and heeseungâthe one you stole from heeseungâs roomâstares up at both of you from the floor.
his previously soft, almost content expression hardens in an instant. his eyes darken with a mix of anger and confusion. he bends down, snatching the picture off the ground before you can react.
âwhere did you get this?â his voice is low, but thereâs an edge to it that makes your stomach twist.
you swallow, trying to keep your voice steady as you admit, âuh, heeseungâs bedroomâŚâ
sunghoonâs expression shifts from confusion to something sharper, more painful. his eyes narrow into slits, âyou fucked heeseung?â
the volume of his voice rises with each word, drawing the attention of the students around you. the quiet library becomes suddenly too loud with the whispers and curious stares directed your way. you feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you snatch the picture out of his hand, your frustration boiling over. why would he automatically assume that you had sex with heeseung anyways?Â
âwhy do you care who i get intimate with?â you shoot back, your own voice louder than you intended. âwhy do you only care what i think of you?â
sunghoonâs jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists at his sides. âi donât!â he snaps, but the way his voice wavers makes you doubt him.
âthen what is it?â
for a moment, he looks like heâs about to say somethingâsomething important, something realâbut then he shakes his head, the anger in his eyes cooling to something else.
ânothing, just nothing, y/n.â his voice is quieter now, more defeated. âhave fun with your investigation.â
he turns on his heel and storms out of the library, leaving you standing there, alone with the picture clutched in your hand and the weight of everyoneâs eyes on you.
your heart races, but all you can think about is the look on sunghoonâs face right before he leftâhow hurt he looked, how quickly his mood changed the moment he saw the picture.Â
part of you wants to chase after him, to demand answers, to figure out why he cares so much, but the other part of you just wants to get out of there, away from all the curious stares.
you take a deep breath, shoving the picture back into your bag before grabbing your things and hurrying out of the library. your mind is full of sunghoonâs sweet laugh and heeseungâs charming smile.
you toss and turn all night, your mind racing with thoughts of sunghoon and heeseung. no matter how hard you try, you canât shake the image of sunghoonâs hurt and angry face from your mind. itâs a look you never thought you would see on his usual cool and collected face. it clings to you, gnawing at your conscience. you wonder if you liked it more when sunghoon didnât show any feelings towards you at all and remained as cold and mysterious as ever.Â
you start thinking about heeseung, tooâhow sweet he was, how he took care of you after, how you felt safe in his arms. but then your thoughts twist, imagining the look on his face if he ever found out you stole that picture from his room. how betrayed heâd feel, how that charming smile of his would disappear.
you sigh, sitting up in bed as the weight of your actions presses down on your chest. the more you think about it, the more you realize you canât just let this go. you have to do something, anything, to make this right.
so you swing your legs over the side of the bed and grab the picture from your bag.Â
you know the one place lee heeseung would be at this early in the morning; the baseball diamond.Â
you slip on a hoodie and some sneakers, not bothering to change out of your pajamas and head out into the cool, early morning. the air is crisp, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your bed.Â
when you finally reach the baseball diamond, you see heeseungâs figure against the light sky. you hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, clutching the picture in your hand. you start to rethink your actions and the words you practiced to say to him over and over again.
ây/n?â his voice suddenly calls out to you from across the field.
you glance up at him, and force a smile on your face and start to approach him. âhey,â
âhi,â he gleams at you, happy as ever. âwhatâre you doing here? itâs so early.âÂ
you shrug and look down at your shoes, slightly soaked from the morning dew.Â
ây/n?â heeseung questions you, his hand reaching down to lift your chin back up so youâre looking at him. his face is contorted into concern. âwhatâs wrong?âÂ
you sigh and know that lee heeseung can read you like a book. so you take the picture from behind your back and give it to him without a word.Â
you can tell by his face that heâs confused. the way he gently takes the picture and looks at it.Â
âhow⌠did you get this?âÂ
you bite your lip at the question you had hoped he wouldnât have asked, but reluctantly tell him the truth.Â
âfrom your room, when you were in the bathroom.âÂ
heeseung only nods, his eyes still stuck on the picture before him. so you continue with your apology.Â
âiâm so sorry heeseung, i know it was wrong of me. i felt guilty as soon as i took it. i justâ i get so caught up in reporting sometimes that i donât think of the people that iâm reporting ons feelings. so, iâm sorry.âÂ
heeseung smiles again, and it surprises you, really. you thought he would react similar to how sunghoon reacted when he saw the picture. but then again, you know how different sunghoon and heeseung are. polar opposites.Â
âitâs alright y/n.â heeseung nods, and you let out a sigh. âthanks for telling me the truth, i appreciate it.âÂ
âno, of course. it was wrong of me to take it without your permission.âÂ
âitâs okay, i guess i didnât realize how important this investigation was to you.âÂ
suddenly thereâs a scoff from behind you, causing both you and heeseung to glance back in surprise.Â
there, stands park sunghoon. his face is held in an annoyed glare as he looks at the small distance that you and heeseung are standing at.Â
âi guess you didnât realize how important the investigation was to y/n.â sunghoon chuckles, âbut i did. i knew it when she sucked me off to get information.âÂ
your jaw drops at sunghoonâs admission. you canât believe he would say this in front of heeseung.Â
you hesitantly turn to look at heeseung, whoâs poor face is contorted into confusion as he glances between you and sunghoon, his rival.Â
âis that true, y/n?â heeseung asks you, his voice softer and less cruel sounding than sunghoonâs.Â
you can barely look at him, but you nod, silently. you feel ashamed for playing both of them, wanting to keep it a secret from one another that you had hooked up with both of them.Â
you feel like you canât be angry at anyone but yourself.Â
heeseung brushes a hand through his hair, stressed. you think heâs going to cuss you out, but instead, he turns and looks at sunghoon.Â
âwhyâre you here anyways, sunghoon? you never step foot onto the field.â heeseungâs voice is angrier now.Â
sunghoon steps forward, his shoes brushing against the aggregate. âi came to let you know that even if youâre hooking up with y/nâ that,â sunghoon hesitates as he looks at you,âthat, i like her too, so.âÂ
your eyes widen in shock at sunghoonâs words. you never would have thought that park sunghoon would have liked you. you start to question all of his previous intentions with you. you had thought he hated you, but really, he had liked you?Â
heeseung on the other hand groans, his body is unable to stay still as he steps around in disbelief. he angrily turns to sunghoon, âgod this is so like you, sunghoon!âÂ
âwhat the fuck does that mean?â sunghoon barks back.Â
âyou always want what you canât have sunghoon. you see something good and suddenly you want it too.âÂ
sunghoonâs jaw clenches and he steps forward too so him and heeseung are only a few inches apart. âare you forgetting that y/n hooked up with me first? god, this is so like you, hee.âÂ
youâre standing right in the middle of them, scared for both of them. upset at yourself for making them this angry at each other.Â
heeseung chuckles, âyeah? and what am i like then?â
âyou always have to make everything about you! lee heeseung, the golden boy, has to be the centre of attention all the time!âÂ
heeseung seems like he canât believe what heâs hearing, âwhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âyouâre making this about you when it has nothing to do with you! this only involves me and y/n.âÂ
heeseung turns to you, his expression softening slightly as he meets your eyes. ây/n, do you really want to get caught up in this? in whatever the hell sunghoon is trying to pull?â
sunghoon steps forward, his voice lowering but still laced with tension. ây/n, i know i havenât been the best to you, but iâm being honest now. i like you, and i didnât know how to deal with my feelings for you before.âÂ
you swallow hard, feeling the weight of their gazes on you. this is too much, too fast. youâre not even sure how you feel about sunghoonâs confession, or how this affects whateverâs going on with heeseung.
âi⌠i donât know what to say,â you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunghoon looks at you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. âjust tell me if you feel anything for me, y/n. because if you do, then maybe we can figure this out.â
heeseung crosses his arms, his expression guarded as he waits for your response. âand what about me, y/n? where do i fit into this?â
you feel like youâre being torn in two different directions. the two boys in front of you are completely different, but you feel an attraction to both of them whether you like it or not. you donât know which direction would be best for you and it wouldnât hurt the other.Â
âi⌠i need time to think,â you finally say, your voice trembling. âthis is all just⌠a lot.â
sunghoonâs shoulders slump slightly, but he nods, understanding. âokay. take your time, y/n. but just know that iâm serious about this.â
heeseung looks at you for a long moment before sighing. âyeah, take your time. weâll figure this out.â
the silence that follows is thick with unspoken emotions, and you feel the need to get away, to clear your head. you turn and start to walk away, leaving the two of them on the baseball diamond alone.Â
as you walk, you canât help but feel the weight of their confessions pressing down on you.
god, you hated sports.
soon, heeseung starts to offer you drives home after school. his voice is always soft and considerate. it makes your heart warm. the car rides are always sweet and genuine and you find yourself reveling in how kind lee heeseung is.
he never rushes you out of the car when he pulls up to your place; instead, he walks you to your door, making sure you get inside safely. before you step inside, he leans in and kisses your cheek, his lips brushing against your skin in a way that sends a gentle warmth through you. itâs a sweet, lingering moment, and you canât help but smile as you say goodnight.
when you walk into school in an early morning, goosebumps leveled on your skin from the fall breeze, you run into sunghoon who has his skates slung over his shoulder as he heads to the hockey rink.Â
without a word, he slips off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. itâs a bit oversized on you, the warmth of it immediately comforting against the chill that has consumed your body. you instantly recognize his jacket as his hockey oneâ with his number embroidered on the back. he skims past you once heâs happy with the way it sits on your shoulder and leaves you in the hall.Â
as you walk down the hall, sunghoonâs jacket still wrapped around you, you feel eyes on you, whispers following in your wake. even jake catches your eye from across the hall, his expression concerned when he realizes whose jacket youâre wearing. you find yourself holding onto the sleeves of his jacket, keeping the warmth and sunghoonâs cologne tight against your skin.Â
heeseung always seems to know when youâre struggling with homework. he shows up when you least expect it and slides into the seat beside you, ready to help you with whatever youâre struggling with. he places his neatly organized notes on the table in front of you.Â
âhere, these might help.â he says, his tone casual, but thereâs that familiar warmth in his eyes that makes your chest tighten. he doesnât mind taking the next hour walking you through the material, even though heâs late for his next class.Â
when you forgot your money on your kitchen table for lunch, you sit alone in the cafeteria, trying to distract yourself from the hunger rumbling in your stomach as you focus on your homework. a sandwich suddenly appears beside your book. you glance up and see sunghoon, a small smile playing on his lips.Â
âyou need to eat,â he says, his voice soft but firm. itâs a simple gesture, but it means the world to you in that moment, you really were so hungry.Â
when you take a bite, he smiles and heads back over to the table he was previously sitting at with his friends, he doesnât stop glancing over at you to make sure youâve eaten the whole thing until youâre throwing the empty wrapper into the trash can.Â
both heeseung and sunghoon are trying to prove themselves to you. competing for your attention. each of their gestures gets a little sweeter than the last. youâre caught between them and youâre unsure of what you should do.Â
when youâre sitting in the journalism office, staring at your computer screen, the blinking cursor mocking you as you try to piece together your next report. your thoughts are a jumbled mess. the office is quiet, which should be good for you to think, but itâs not for your loud mind that wonât stop racing about one million things.Â
suddenly, thereâs a noise at the door, followed by grunting and muffled yelling. you glance up, confused, just in time to see the door burst open and both sunghoon and heeseung stumble into the office, each carrying two drinks. theyâre both shoving at each other, jostling for space as they try to make it inside.
âstop! whatâre you doing? theyâre gonna spill!â you shout, standing up from your desk, your heart racing as you watch them struggle.
they both freeze when they see you, eyes wide like two kids caught in the act. for a moment, the room is silent, and then they both start talking at once.
âi was just bringing you a drink because i know how hard you work,â heeseung says, holding up his drink like itâs a peace offering.
âno, i was bringing you a drink,â sunghoon interrupts, his tone competitive.
heeseung scoffs, âplease, she likes peach, not strawberry.â he glances towards sunghoonâs drink.Â
âwhat? you obviously donât know her, she loves strawberry.âÂ
they start bickering, each one trying to convince each other that their drink is the one youâd prefer. you feel your head start to pound, their voices overlapping and filling the small office space with tension.
âenough!â you finally shout, cutting them off mid-argument. they both go quiet, staring at you with wide eyes. you take a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration bubbling up inside you.
âi appreciate the gestures, i really do,â you start, your voice softer now, but firm. âbut i need time to sort out my feelings, and i canât do that if youâre both around me all the time. itâs⌠itâs too much.â
they both look at you, guilt flickering across their faces. they exchange a glance, then nod, understanding in their eyes. âsorry,â they both mumble at the same time, looking down at the drinks in their hands.
without another word, they each set a drink on your desk, their earlier competition forgotten. heeseung gives you a small, apologetic smile, while sunghoon just nods, his expression more subdued. they turn and leave the office, the door clicking shut behind them.
you let out a long sigh, the tension slowly draining from your shoulders as the silence of the office envelops you once more. you look at the drinks on your desk, a bittersweet feeling settling in your chest.
you sit back down at your desk, staring at the unfinished report on your screen. your mind is a swirling mess of thoughts, caught between sunghoon, heeseung, and the weight of your investigation. you press your fingers to your temples, trying to push the stress away, but it lingers, heavy and suffocating.
what are you going to do?
itâs been a week since youâve seen heeseung or sunghoon. the silence between you and them has been unnerving, like an itch you canât scratch. your mind keeps replaying your last encounters, the tension, the unspoken words, the way things were left hanging in the air. youâve thrown yourself into your work, trying to distract yourself, but even that hasnât been going well.
your boss has noticed your distracted state. sheâs been getting increasingly frustrated with your recent reports, her critiques growing harsher each day. sheâs told you more than once to at least act like youâre interested in sports when youâre writing. but your heart isnât in it, and she can tell. tonight, youâre staying late at the journalism office again, trying to push through the mental block thatâs been holding you back.
youâre staring at your screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, when you hear footsteps approaching. you glance up to see blair walking over, her bag thrown over her shoulder, clearly ready to leave for the night.
âhey, this came for you,â she says, holding out an envelope.
you blink, caught off guard. âwhat is it?â you ask, reaching out to take it.
blair shrugs, a casual smile on her lips. âi donât know. but donât stay too late, okay? take care of yourself.â
you nod, offering her a small smile. âof course. have a good night.â
âyou too,â she says before heading out the door, leaving you alone in the dimly lit office.
you look down at the envelope in your hands, your name scrawled on the front in neat handwriting. thereâs no return address, no indication of who itâs from. curiosity piqued, you tear it open and pull out the folded sheet of paper inside.
as you unfold it, your eyes widen at the title printed at the top: the truth behind the rivalry of the baseball and hockey teams.
you quickly skim the note, your breath catching in your throat as you realize what youâre holding. the note is brief, but the implications are massive. and theyâve chosen to share it with you. at the bottom, the note is signed simply: anonymous.
you sit back in your chair, the paper trembling slightly in your hands. the weight of the situation hits you all at once. your mind races, torn between the thrill of a potential breakthrough in your investigation and the fear of what this could mean for youâand for sunghoon and heeseung.
you reach towards your keyboard, typing out the headline youâve thought about since the beginning.
your boss let you go home early today, sheâs extremely happy with your work finally. she said it was the best report theyâve had all year. the school was buzzing, everyone congratulating you on the story. your article has sold more copies than ever.Â
but still, you feel a wave of guilt continuously wash through you.Â
you barely had time to settle into the quiet of your apartment when a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. your heart jumped in your chest, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach as you opened the door.
heeseung and sunghoon stood there, both looking pissed.Â
âuh, come in?â you stammer, stepping aside to let them in. they walk in, tension radiating off them.
heeseung is the first to speak, his tone sharp. âyou told y/n what happened?â
sunghoonâs jaw drops, his eyes wide in disbelief. âno, i didnât. you told her what happened, didnât you?â
âno i didnât,â heeseung snaps back, his voice rising. âyouâre lying like usual.â
the argument escalates quickly, their voices overlapping in heated accusations. you can feel the situation spiraling out of control, and you step in, raising your hands.
âguys, guys,â you say, trying to cut through the chaos. âneither of you told me, alright.â
they both stop, turning to you with matching expressions of confusion. heeseungâs eyes narrow slightly as he processes your words. âthen who told you?â he asks.
you shrug, feeling a bit uneasy under their intense gazes. âi got an anonymous tip.â
âa what?â sunghoon repeats, his voice laced with suspicion.
âi got a letter,â you explain, pulling the envelope out of your bag and holding it up. âsigned by anonymous.â
heeseungâs expression darkens. âlet me see this letter,â he demands, holding out his hand.
you hand it over, watching as they both lean in to read it together. the room is thick with tension, their silence as they read almost unbearable.
when they finish, you speak up, your voice cutting through the heavy silence. âis it true? sunghoon, you slept with heeseungâs girlfriend in high school?â
sunghoonâs mouth opens in a protest, his voice ringing out, âno,â at the exact moment that heeseung says, âyes.â
the word hangs in the air between them, their conflicting answers sparking another round of glares and tension. they turn on each other again, the hostility simmering just below the surface, ready to erupt.
âare you seriously going to lie about this, sunghoon?â heeseung says, his tone icy.
sunghoon glares back, his voice filled with frustration. âiâm not lying. it wasnât like that, and you know it.â
âthen what was it like?â heeseung fires back, his anger barely contained.
âmaia told me you were on a break!â sunghoon shouts with anger.Â
âwell we werenât!âÂ
âwell howâs that my fault?âÂ
you watch them, feeling the situation spiraling again. their voices are rising, the tension thickening with each passing second.
you step between them, your hands up as if that could physically separate their anger. âenough, both of you,â you say firmly. âthis isnât getting us anywhere.â
they stop, their chests heaving with the effort of holding back their tempers. the room falls into a tense silence as they both look at you.Â
âcan you guys speak calmly, and listen to the other?â you ask them seriously, tired of them yelling all the time.Â
heeseung is the first to speak again, âi donât know why maia would tell you we were on a break, but it still doesnât fix the fact that you were my best friend and slept with my girlfriend.â
sunghoonâs face twists in frustration, his voice pleading as he responds, âi know, i know, but i wouldnât have done it if she wasnât so upset. she told me you were on a break! she said she needed someone, and then all of a sudden, it just⌠happened. and we were done, and she left!â
heeseung covers his eyes with his hands, the weight of the memory clearly bearing down on him. âthatâs not what maia told me, hoon.â
sunghoonâs brows knit together, his tone desperate. âwhat did she say?â
heeseungâs anger flares, his voice rising as he pulls his hands away to glare at sunghoon. âi donât know, just that you told her to come over, and then it happened.â
sunghoon scoffs, shaking his head. âi told her to come over because she called me crying, saying how she messed things up with you and her! i didnât tell her to come over so i could hook up with her!â
the room falls into a heavy silence as the words sink in. heeseung looks like heâs processing everything, trying to fit together the pieces of a puzzle thatâs been broken for years. finally, he sinks down onto your couch, the weight of the situation pulling him down.
sunghoon hesitates for a moment before sitting down next to him. his voice is softer now, laced with a deep regret. âhee, you were my best friend. i would never do that to you. she told me you were on a break, and she was upset! iâm sorry that it happened, i really am. if i could go back and change what i did, i would, i really would.â
heeseung nods slowly, his anger ebbing away as he looks over at sunghoon. âalright, iâm sorry for not hearing you out earlier.â
sunghoon lets out a chuckle, the sound laced with a bittersweet edge. âyeah, youâre like, 4 years too late.â
heeseung laughs, the sound breaking through the tension like a breath of fresh air. itâs a small moment of reconciliation for the two of them.
you clear your throat, drawing their attention back to you. âwell, now that thatâs sorted out⌠iâm sorry for posting the report, i am.â
heeseung waves it off, a small smile on his lips. âno, itâs fine. you got us to speak instead of fight for once.â
sunghoon nods in agreement. âyeah, but who was the anonymous tipster?â
the three of you exchange glances, all shrugging as the question hangs in the air. none of you have a clue who it could be.
sunghoon clears his throat, the serious expression on his face returning as he looks at you. âi just⌠i hope that what you found out in the report doesnât change your feelings for me. i want you to know that i never meant to hurt heeseung, and i truly thought they were on a break.â
you meet his gaze, searching for any hint of dishonesty. but all you see is a mix of vulnerability and hope in his eyes. after a moment, you nod slowly. âit doesnât change my feelings, sunghoon. if youâre telling the truth, and you really thought they were on a break⌠then i believe you.â
a small, relieved smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and you can feel the tension between the three of you start to ease.
but then heeseung, still seated on the other end of the couch, shifts slightly, drawing your attention back to him. âso⌠have you made up your mind about who youâre going to choose?â
your breath catches in your throat as you look between the two of them. the question youâve been avoiding is suddenly right in front of you, and you realize that youâve been dreading this moment. your heart races as you shake your head, a quiet ânoâ escaping your lips.
sunghoon leans back, a contemplative look on his face. âwell, then,â he starts, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness that makes you raise an eyebrow. âhow about we help you with your decision?âÂ
heeseung glances at him, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
sunghoon grins, and you canât help but feel a little nervous at the mischievous glint in his eyes. âi think we should both get a chance to prove to her that we are the right one for her,â he explains. âso, whoever makes y/n feel the best wins her.â
âhow so?â you ask, trying to process what heâs saying.
âeasy,â sunghoon shrugs, âwe both get to fuck you.âÂ
heeseung seems to mull it over for a second, before a smirk spreads across his face, âiâm game if y/n is.âÂ
you blink, your mind racing as you try to process whatâs happening. of course they are turning it into a competition, thatâs all they know.Â
the idea seems ridiculous, but at the same time, it intrigues you.Â
before you can fully think it through, you hear yourself saying, âokay.â
the boys quickly shift on the couch, making room for you to sit between them. you move to sit down, your heart pounding in your chest as the reality of what youâve just agreed to starts to sink in.
as you settle into the space between them, you can feel the tension building again, but this time itâs charged with a different kind of energy. sunghoon is on one side of you, his hand resting lightly on your knee, while heeseung is on the other, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
âare you sure, y/n?â heeseung asks you, as sweet as always.Â
you bite your lip, âi am, but are you sure you both want to do this? i donât want things to get weird between us all.âÂ
âdonât worry about y/n, me and hee both know that whatever you decide will be fair. we both just want to make you feel really good.â sunghoon speaks into your ear, his body warm against your side.Â
you can't help but feel a surge of desire at their words. seeing the two of them so determined and eager to bring you pleasure has your body buzzing with excitement. "okay," you agree, your voice a little hoarse. "let's do this."
your breath quickening as Heeseung presses a soft kiss to your neck, his lips gentle and sensual. sunghoon's hands begin to roam over your body, sliding up your thighs and under your shirt, his touch electric. heeseung's hands join his, exploring your body with a mix of tenderness and hunger. their touches are different yet equally captivatingâsunghoon's bold and demanding, heeseung's gentle and seeking.
you moan softly as their fingers trace patterns on your skin, igniting fires everywhere they touch. they take their time, exploring every inch of your body, drawing out your pleasure until you're a quivering mess between them. "you like that, don't you, baby?" sunghoon whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "you like being touched by both of us."
"yes," you breathe, your voice husky with need. "feels so good."
heeseung chuckles, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "and we're just getting started, baby."
they continue their assault on your senses, mouths and hands working in sync to tease you. their fingers tangle in your hair, grasp your hips, and stroke your thighs. you feel yourself falling deeper under their spell, your body surrendering to their expert touches.
"let's go to your bedroom," heeseung suggests, his voice thick with desire.
you nod wordlessly, unable to speak as sunghoon plants sloppy, harsh kisses along your jawline. they help you up from the couch, their strong arms steadying you as your legs feel like jelly.
in your bedroom, the pace intensifies. heeseung and sunghoon waste no time in stripping you of your clothes, their eyes dark with desire as they take in your naked body.
"so beautiful," heeseung whispers, tracing a finger down your arm, sending goosebumps across your skin.
sunghoon's eyes shine with a mischievous glint. "youâre so sexy, canât wait to hear you begging for more.âÂ
you swallow, a thrill running through you at their bold words. they guide you to the bed, their hands never leaving your body, always exploring, touching, teasing.
sunghoon positions himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours as he begins to kiss and nip at your inner thighs. heeseung moves to your side, his fingers tangling with yours as he brings your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. "we're going to take such good care of you," he murmurs, his breath washing over your sensitive skin.
you feel sunghoon's breath fan over your core, his tongue flicking out to taste you. a gasp escapes your lips as he laps at your folds, his tongue confident and skilled. heeseung's fingers thread through yours as you experience wave after wave of pleasure, his thumb stroking your palm in time with sunghoon's tongue.
"he's good, isn't he?" heeseung whispers, his voice full of satisfaction as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "but I plan on being even better."
sunghoon chuckles against your sensitive flesh, sending vibrations through your body. he looks up at you, his eyes full of promise, before dipping his head to continue sucking on your clit.Â
the feeling of sunghoon's tongue on your clit, coupled with heeseung's gentle caresses, is overwhelming. you feel yourself spiraling toward the edge, your body tightening like a coil. "hh god," you breathe, your hips bucking involuntarily. you werenât use to having so much attention on you. it sent you to the edge so quickly.Â
heeseung's fingers tighten around yours as sunghoon sucks your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling relentlessly. "come for us, baby," he urges, his voice husky. "let us know how good we make you feel."
you cry out, your body arching off the bed as you climax, waves of pleasure rippling through you. sunghoon rides out your orgasm, his tongue relentless until you're left boneless and breathless.
as you come back down to earth, heeseung's lips find yours, kissing you deeply as his hand strokes your cheek.Â
"your turn.â sunghoon signals to heeseung, his voice laced with challenge.Â
heeseung shoots him a determined look as he moves over your body, his hands exploring your skin. his eyes are full of heat as he looks down at you.Â
sunghoon slips away, leaving you on the bed with heeseung, who takes his time exploring your body with his hands and mouth. heâs so caring and gentle, different to how dominant and rough sunghoon is.Â
heeseung strokes your clit until your a writhing mess beneath him, your body crying out for more. âpleaseâ, you beg, âi need your cock.âÂ
heeseung smiles, âi know, baby, i know.âÂ
he aligns himself with your entrance, teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts that have you crying out with each movement. "tell me how good it feels," he demands, his voice thick with desire.
"feels so good," you whimper, your fingers digging into his back. "please, more."
sunghoon, who has been watching from the sidelines, moves closer, his lips brushing your ear. "you like his cock inside you, don't you?" he murmurs, his fingers trailing down your body to toy with your nipples. "you like being stretched around his thick cock."
Your words are incoherent as heeseung begins to pound into you, his hips snapping against yours as he finds a relentless rhythm. sunghoonâs hands and mouth continue to touch you and whisper dirty nothings into your ear.Â
âthatâs it, take his cock like the slut i know you are,â sunghoon urges, his voice in your ear driving you closer to the edge, âtake it all.âÂ
you cry out as heeseungâs thrusts become harder, deeper, your body meeting him with each thrust. the pleasure builds within you again, an ache that begs to be satisfied.
sunghoonâs lips find yours, kissing you deeply as his hand slips between your bodies to rub your clit in time with heeseungâs thrusts. "come for us again, slut" he commands, his voice firm. "let go."
âgod, please cum, babyâ wanna feel your walls tighten like a good girl.â heeseung moans out to you. his eyes are set on where his cock is meeting your pussy.Â
your hands grip tighter around heeseungâs arm as you shatter around his cock, crying out his name as your body convulses with pleasure. sunghoon doesnât stop his fingers from working on your clit, extending your orgasm until youâre sobbing and shaking and heeseung is cumming inside of you. he fills you to the brim with his warm cum, the feeling makes you whine out.Â
as your orgasm subsides, heeseung slows his movements, his breath ragged as he pulls out of you. sunghoon moves in, his eyes dark with desire as he positions himself at your entrance.
"my turn," he growls, his voice thick with need.
you hardly have time to register what's happening before sunghoon fills you with one swift thrust, making you cry out at the sudden fullness. he buries himself to the hilt, his eyes closing briefly as a shudder of pleasure racks his body.
"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his hips snapping as he begins to move within you. "so tight and wet."
heeseung moves to your side, his hands caressing your body as he watches sunghoon fuck you. "she does, doesn't she?" he agrees, his voice satisfied. âsuch a good girl for us.âÂ
before you can process his words, heeseung leans in, his lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue tangles with yours as sunghoon continues his relentless pace, your bodies moving in sync.
you're overwhelmed by sensations, sunghoon's cock driving you wild, heeseung's lips demanding and insistent. their touches are everywhere, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "oh god," you moan, your body tingling with overstimulating pleasure. "iâ"
"come for me," sunghoon commands, his voice a deep rumble. "i want to feel you fall apart around my cock."
his words are your undoing, your body surrendering to a powerful orgasm that has you crying out their names. sunghoon quickens his pace, chasing his own release as heeseung continues to kiss and touch you, driving you wild.
"so beautiful," heeseung murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.
sunghoon grunts, his body tensing as he finds his release, filling you with his warmth. he buries his face in your neck, his breath coming in sharp pants as he rides out his orgasm.
you feel spent and satisfied, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of your intense releases. your pussy is filled with both heeseung and sunghoonâs cum. your breath was ragged, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and your heart was pounding in your chest.Â
heeseung and sunghoon share a smirk that you donât catch, their eyes still filled with desire as sunghoon pulls out of you. they both knew that they werenât done with you yet.Â
âwhy donât we clean you up a bit?â heeseung suggests to you.Â
sunghoon nodded in agreement, âyeah, we donât want to waste a single drop of your juices, princess.â
you could only watch them as they spread your legs again, enough for both of them to fit in between. they wasted no time then, their eyes locking on your glistening, leaking pussy. they leaned in together, their tongues darting out to taste the mixture of your juices and their cum.
you gasped as their tongues flicked against your sensitive clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. they lapped at your pussy greedily, tasting each other's cum mixed with your essence. their tongues mixed together, swirling and twirling as they devoured you.Â
"mmm, you taste so fucking good,"sunghoon moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. he nipped at your clit gently, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins.
heeseung hummed in agreement, his tongue delving deep into your hole, probing and exploring as he savored the flavor of your arousal. "so sweet.â he hummed.Â
you whimpered as they licked your pussy. their tongues working in unison to bring you pleasure. their hands caressed your thighs, holding your legs open.Â
"oh fuck, that's so good," you panted, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. âboth of you eating me out.âÂ
heeseung chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending delightful sensations through your core.
sunghoon looked up at you, his eyes smoldering with desire. "tell us what you want, princess, and weâll do it.â
you bit your lip, feeling bolder than you ever had before. "i want both of your tongues on my clit," you whispered, your voice thick with need. "please, make me cum all over your faces."
a growl escaped from heeseung's throat as he pulled sunghoon closer. "as you wish, baby."
together, they focused their attention on your clit, their tongues swirling and flicking in tandem. heeseung sucked your pearl into his mouth, his tongue working furiously while sunghoon lapped at your juices, coating your pussy with his saliva.
the sensation was indescribable. having two mouths, two tongues circling and sucking your pussy. you moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed as they pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
"that's it, baby, cum for us," heeseung urged, his hands squeezing your thighs.Â
sunghoon added his fingers to the mix, thrusting them into your wetness as he curled them to hit that magical spot inside you. "cum for us, y/n.â
you shouted as the orgasm hit you. your body convulsed, your juices flowing freely as you rode out the intense waves of pleasure. heeseung and sunghoon continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of your cum, savoring the taste of your release.
gradually, the intensity of your orgasm subsided, leaving you boneless and sated once more. heeseung and sunghoon looked up at you, their faces glistening with your essence, proud smiles on their faces.
"that was fucking incredible," you breathed, your voice husky and filled with satisfaction.
heeseung and sunghoon laughed at your bewilderment, their mouths and lips covered in their own cum and your juices.Â
after the intensity of what just happened, the three of you collapse into a warm, comfortable silence. the room is quiet, only the sound of your breathing and the faint rustling of sheets filling the space. sunghoon is the first to move, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft as he watches you. heeseung shifts beside you, his hand sliding over your back in slow, soothing circles.
âyou okay?â heeseung murmurs, his voice low and filled with concern.
you nod, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over you as they both take care of you in their own ways. sunghoon leaves and returns to hand you a glass of water, making sure you drink, while heeseung pulls a blanket over your body, tucking you in.
as you start to drift off, you feel heeseung press a soft kiss to your temple, and sunghoonâs hand remains on your waist, grounding you. you close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the comfort of their presence, and before you know it, youâre asleep.
when you wake up, the room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the evening filtering through the curtains. you blink a few times, disoriented, before realizing that youâre dressed in an oversized hockey jersey and a pair of shorts that donât belong to you. the jersey smells faintly of sunghoon, and you canât help but smile at the thought of him dressing you while you were asleep.
you get out of bed, stretching a little before heading out to the living room. as you step into the room, youâre greeted by the sight of heeseung and sunghoon sitting on the couch, a bowl of cereal in each of their hands. theyâre watching a movie, the light from the screen casting a soft glow over their faces, and youâre struck by how at ease they seem with each other.
heeseung is the first to notice you, his face lighting up with a smile. âhey, sleepyhead,â he says, patting the spot next to him on the couch. âcome sit with us.â
you walk over, still trying to wrap your head around the sight in front of you. itâs almost surreal, seeing the two of them together like this, so relaxed and comfortable in each otherâs company. itâs a far cry from the tension and anger that had been simmering between them just a short while ago.
âwhat are you guys watching?â you ask as you settle between them, your legs tucked under you.
âour favorite movie from high school,â sunghoon explains, his eyes still glued to the screen. âwe used to watch it all the time.â
heeseung grins, nudging your shoulder playfully. âyeah, we probably watched it a hundred times back then.â
you canât help but smile at them. it makes you feel lighter, the weight of the past few weeks slowly lifting from your shoulders.
as the movie plays, heeseung holds out his bowl of cereal, offering you a bite. you take it, savoring the simple gesture of sharing, and it feels like everything is falling into place.Â
there's a sudden knock on your door, startling you out of your thoughts. sunghoon, who had been lounging next to you, looks up and asks, "who is it?"
you shrug, getting up to answer the door. "i donât know, iâm not expecting anyone."
when you open the door, youâre surprised to see jake standing there, holding a box of green tea. "oh, hi jake. what are you doing here?"
jake gives a small, awkward smile. "well, i know you might've been feeling down about writing the story on heeseung and sunghoon since you've been close to them recently. so, i brought you some green tea to make you feel better."
you smile, touched by the gesture, and start to close the door, but then heeseung and sunghoon come up behind you. their eyes widen when they see jake.
heeseung, his voice edged with confusion, asks, "jake? whyâd you come here?"
jake stammers, looking caught off guard. "hh, I just... wanted to check in on y/n. make sure everythingâs okay since the anonymous tip."
âright,â heeseung nods, you can tell heâs suspicious about something, âyou saw her article right? i mean, you were there with us in highschool when it all happened.âÂ
suddenly it clicks in your head about what heeseung is trying to figure out. jake only nods slowly, a small smile on his face.Â
âyeah and i mean, if me and heeseung didnât tell anyone about what happened in high school, then who do you think would have given y/n an anonymous tip, jake?âÂ
jake gulps, âi- i donât know, guys.âÂ
âhowâd you know i got an anonymous tip anyways? the only ones who knew about it were heeseung and sunghoon.â
at that, jake suddenly sighs, his shoulders sinking down, âfine, it was me who tipped you off.âÂ
heeseungâs face darkens, his voice filled with hurt and confusion, âyou tipped her off? why, jake?âÂ
jake takes a deep breath, trying to explain. "because I admire you, heeseung. youâre like a brother to me. and sunghoon, he used to be my best friend too. i thought maybe if the truth came out, you two could finally move on."
you, heeseung and sunghoon try to process jakeâs admission.Â
jake lowers his gaze, the weight of his actions sinking in, "iâm sorry. i didnât mean to hurt anyone. i just wanted to help fix things."
as the room settles into an uneasy silence after jakeâs apology, heeseung finally breaks it with a soft, reassuring tone. âitâs okay, jake. we all needed to hear the truth.â
sunghoon nods in agreement, a hint of a smile returning to his face. âyeah, you were my best friend too. iâve missed hanging out with you and heeseung.â
heeseungâs expression softens as he adds, âletâs start fresh, guys. this has gone on way too long.â
jake looks up, relieved to see their smiles, âyeah, well, it wouldnât have been fixed without y/n. sheâs the one who wrote the great report.â
you blush slightly, feeling a mix of pride and relief. âitâs no problem, guys. itâs all i ever wanted.â
with the mood lifting, you look at jake, sunghoon, and heeseung and suggest, âwhy donât we all hang out? youâre here now, so letâs drink some green tea together and watch the movie.â
they all nod and you all sit down together, sipping tea and enjoying the movie they all used to watch together. Â
the end of your investigation was one that you didnât expect, but it was a happy one to say the least. you think that this is the end of your sports journalism careerâ youâre ready to write more thrilling reports once you graduate.Â
but still, there was still one more question that you had to answer: who would you pick out of lee heeseung and park sunghoon?Â
youâre lying in bed, heeseungâs arms draped comfortably across your stomach. his messy hair is sprawled across the pillow, a relaxed smile on his face as he sleeps. the warmth of his embrace is soothing, and you canât help but feel content. heeseung has always brightened your day with his kindness and charming smile.
you donât know what youâd do without him.Â
then, sunghoon walks into your room, his pale, muscular chest on display. he hands you the daily newspaper with a gentle smile and quietly settles down beside you, careful not to wake heeseung. his presence is dominating and calming, and he leans over to press a soft kiss onto your forehead.
you glance at the newspaperâs headline:Â
Ex-Sports Journalist Dates Two Captains
a quiet giggle escapes your lips, and just as youâre about to comment, heeseung stirs.Â
âi wonder who thatâs about,â he murmurs, still half-asleep.
sunghoon rolls his eyes playfully and says, âshut up, hee.âÂ
heeseung chuckles and replies, âgladly,â as he pulls both you and sunghoon into his arms.
the three of you collide together, making you and sunghoon squeal in surprise. the warmth of heeseungâs embrace and the closeness of your boyfriends together makes you relax, the headline long forgotten already.Â
even though you canât tell the difference between a homerun and a hat trick, you still managed to fall in love with both of the most popular athletes on campus. and, amidst the very long hockey and baseball lessons, and your hatred for sports, youâve still managed to score a win in the game of love. the ultimate game changer.Â
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I don't think I believe that people in Sunnydale High School think of the Scooby Gang as "Buffy Summers and her weird friends".
I mean, yes, they know Buffy is (more than) a bit weird and has a history of violence, and they know that she's often at the center of lots of strange things that happen in the school. But if you forget what you know about vampires and the Slayer and look at the dynamics and personal histories of that group from the outside, there's exactly one person who connects them all together. And it's not the (ex?) arsonist and (ex?) gang member who recently transferred to Sunnydale from LA.
Everyone in Sunnydale High seems to know Willow Rosenberg, and everyone knows she's a huge nerd who (A) love libraries and (B) has something of a history of either tutoring (e.g. Rodney Muson) or otherwise hanging out with (e.g. Shelia Martini) some of the school's more violent and dangerous elements.
There's Xander Harris, Willow's best friend since kindergarten (and who, unlike Willow, doesn't really seem to have many other friends at all after Jesse mysteriously vanishes)
There's the (weirdly religious?) ex-aronist from LA who Willow seems to be tutoring in the library a lot (see B above) or who she's possibly recruited as muscle. Sheila and Rodney both mysteriously went missing one day too, so people aren't that surprised when Buffy does herself at the end of junior year.
There's the English librarian (see A above) that anyone who has seen Willow's locker knows Willow has a crush on
There's the computer science teacher that anyone who has been in class with knows Willow also has a crush on, who sometimes has Willow come in to class to help her run sessions for remedial students on the weekends and whose job Willow (somehow) takes over when she dies
There's Cordelia Chase, who Willow has a whole historical Thing with, probably going back to when they were little kids themselves. People say Willow hates her but they're always hanging out together (there's a persistent rumor that they once spent a whole night together in a closet, if you know what I mean) and Willow helped run her campaign for Homecoming Queen. Cordelia was secretly dating Willow's friend for a bit and some people say Willow was really, really upset when she found out; read into that what you will.
There's the mysterious older guy in a band who doesn't talk much and that Willow is apparently actually dating. (This isn't the same older guy in a band Cordelia was dating, but oddly enough it is the same band.) A few kids swear they've seen him naked and locked up in the library at night.
There are (again, from the outside) people like Willow's childhood friend Amy and Amy's friend Michael, who people might remember were once being investigated by the police for ritual murder before Amy mysteriously vanished
To the outside eye, the Scooby Gang are Willow Rosenberg and her weird friends.
(A lot of kids swear that one time they saw her hold the whole Bronze hostage and rip a girl's throat out with her teeth, but of course Principal Snyder hushed it all up and she was back at school the next day. He really doesn't want to have to hire a new computer science teacher this year.)
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Things they do when they're in love but haven't realized it yet
Characters; Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Dottore, Itto, Neuvillete, Thoma, Pantalone.
Warnings; GN!Reader, mentions of pretty/handsome, cologne/perfume, the notebook (that movie killed me It's a warning I can't), mentions of crying, mentions of past injuries, annoying kids, lowk stalking in childe's part LOOL
under the cut!
Aether- Notices every physical and mental detail about you more than the average person.
He notices the way thereâs a slight limp in your walk due to a past injury, and he can notice when you also try to hide it.
He notices how each day you always try a new hairstyle because you thrive for praise and compliments. Of course because youâre so loved, everyone compliments you, and he notices the way that when he does too, youâre more flustered than usual.
He knows you start to tap your finger down on any platform whenever youâre feeling nervous or even zoning out. He also notices that when you get annoyed, you bite your lip to hold back anything.
He knows that whenever youâre lectured at or given a talking-down to, you try to hide your tears, but the side of your lip trembles. He knows that once your alone within your own privacy, you let the tears fall. Heâs literally seen you catch them with your mouth once.
He notices that whenever he gives you some sort of gift, youâre at a loss for words and you donât know whether you want to make the first move after months of pining.
He notices, so now maybe he can act on it.
Alhaitham- Starts to read books or watch movies/shows heâs heard you talk about.
He spends most of his time in libraries, looking around for anything that piques his interest. He notices the title of a book, something youâve mentioned before.
You both have complete opposite tastes, but maybe romance books could do him some good.
Since then, heâs been looking around libraries for every book heâs heard you mention. He even starts to write down a list.
Shows and movies as well. On a rainy day that he stays in his home and his roommate isnât being annoying, he likes to lounge on his couch and watch something.
He notices once again another title youâve mentioned; The Notebook.
No hesitation, he decides to watch it, and by the end, heâs nearly crying.
âAre you crying?â His roommate asks. â¨âShut up!â
At some point he brings up that heâs watched almost all the movies and read all the books youâve mentioned and you donât know if he was genuinely bored and did so or because he really was interested in you.
Your thoughts are answered when he asks if you want to go see a romance movie coming out.
Albedo- Starts to become mesmerized when he watches you study or work
He loves the way you look so focused- the way your nose scrunches up when you get confused at a question or really anything, or how when you feel lost, your hand moves up to your cheek as you just stare down at the question.
Youâre so focused to the point that sometimes you forget heâs even there but in fully honesty- he doesnât care. As long as he can stare at you without you noticing, heâs fine with it.
Sometimes, he forgets about his own work. You just look so pretty when youâre focused- he wishes it was on him.
At some point, the staring becomes too obvious and you look up ti find him just staring at you, and his face comes of one of surprise when he sees heâs been caught.
âW-would you like some help?â He asked, nothing your nose had scrunched up just seconds ago.
You smiled. âYes, please.â
Ayato- Seeing you with kids makes him feel something.
He sees how you treat kids with such kindness and adoration- as if youâve met your favourite hero. Whenever you take strolls, you love to stop by the park and push some kids on the swings; Itâs to the point all the parents know you and the kids love you.
Whenever you hear a child cry, you get sad. Whenever you hear a child laugh, it makes you smile- It makes him smile too, being honest.
He loves how youâre so attentive to them, that one day when one of the kids falls and scrapes his knee and starts to cry, youâre immediately there comforting them, putting a bandaid on their knee and telling them itâll be all better.
You pretend to play âshopâ with the kids to the point even he is dragged in by one of them.
âAre you two married?â One of the children ask one day, which then causes a bombard of questions from the rest while they all say things like
âIs he nice?â
âDoes he treat you well?â
âYou two are sooo perfect!â
âCan he play with us more?â
Ayato only smiles at you and you smile back.
Childe- He always looks for you in a public setting
Whenever he goes out, whether it to be to run errands, go somewhere with his brother or just something for work, he always wondering if youâll be there.
Most of the time you arenât- itâs a small chance youâd be at a random toy shop that his brother was non-stop talking about, but heâs always on the lookout.
Parties that friends invite him too, he always asks if youâll be there or heâll just look for you the moment he arrives, praying and hoping to God that youâll be there.
Maybeeee itâs stalking, but he starts to go to places heâs heard you mention in hope of seeing you. Even if itâs a place he has no reason to be at, heâll still go.
For the first time one day, instead of him noticing you and going up to you, youâre the first to notice him and go up to him, starting a conversation.
Cyno- He always wants to make you laugh
He sucks at making jokes- he knows this, everyone knows this, but it always makes him feel warm inside whenever you let out a giggle or a loud cackle at his jokes- even If they were horrible or made sense, something about it always lightened you up.
So, even though everyone else hates it, he continues to go with them, just in hopes of hearing you giggle- itâs so cute!
Heâll even start to think of new jokes, new types of humour just for you, and heâll always go with the ones that make you laugh the most.
He may update his whole humour for you, but who cares!
Then, he notices that you started using his own jokes, which makes him cackle just as loud as you.
Diluc- Nicknames
If anyone were to ever call Diluc something other than his name, heâd lost his shit. EVERYONE knew this, and not even Kaeya would test him- the closest heâs ever used a nickname was âLucâ and Diluc was ready to fight him.
But you, well, he just doesnât seem to care. Whether it be Luc, Didi, Lulu, and even pookie, heâs completely fine with it.
Everyone knows he has to has something for you, but he doesnât even realize it himself. It just brings a warm feeling to his face when he hears a nickname come out of your mouth.
Then one day, he randomly starts to call you nicknames, and you feel the same warmth he does.
Dottore- Drops anything for you
Dottore is a hard-working man. He hardly takes breaks, and heâs always up to something. So, itâs hard to speak to him on most days, that it even makes you upset as his friend.
His coworker mentions something about you being upset and he immediately puts down any work heâs holding and asks where you are. He would never do that for anyone, but you? He didnât know why, but he just felt the need to be at your side.
He tells you to text him whenever you need something, and heâll answer. He just wonât answer the other 100 texts from other people and continue to leave them on delivered.
Youâre bored? Come work with him. Youâre hungry? Go get some food together. Itâs to the point that work is no longer his main priority.
You ask him one day if heâd like to go to dinner, and before you could finish your sentence about knowing he was a hard working man and was never free, he immediately says yes.
Itto- Anything that smells like you reminds him of you
Itto has a good nose- itâs a blessing and a curse.
When it comes to smelling something similar to you, whether it be your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, cologne, perfume or mist, he considers it to be a blessing.
He could be anywhere really; In a random shop, and if someone walks by and has the SLIGHTEST smell smilier to yours, heâll almost think its you and now all he can think about is you.
Itâs to the point it becomes his favourite smell, and he finds himself buying items similar.
You notice his efforts, and give him a gift one day. It was full of everything you used to smell the way you do.
Heâll use it everyday.
Neuvillete- The way you act doesnât bother him
The Iudex was not a patient man. Anyone who acted immaturely, whether it be like a child or an insolent teenager, heâll became so annoyed.
But you? Act however you want, he does not care. Instead, heâll just laugh, enjoying your antics.
Youâre acting like a child? Okay, not his problem, heâs fine with it. But if Furina came in here acting like a child heâd kick her out in and instant. Even if a literal child came in heâd kick them out in an instant.
He finds himself finding comfort in the way you act sometimes. He doesnât know how to explain it, but he thinks itâs the fact he knows youâre comfortable enough near him to act the way you do.
Then one day, you decide to be calm for a day, and sit and talk with him normally, and even if itâs a change, heâs still happy nonetheless.
Thoma- Everything reminds him of you.
The flowers? Theyâre as pretty/handsome as you.
The window? Sometimes he imagines youâre outside.
The floor? Heâll remember both of you hiding out at parties and sitting on floors.
Money? Heâll remember the time you bought him lunch because he forgot his wallet and you refused to let him pay you back.
The sky? It brings him comfort to know you both see the same sky.
The stars? As bright as you.
He gets a gift from you one day, telling him that It reminded you of him, and he could only give a heartfelt laugh.
Pantalone- Whatever you look at, youâll find it within your belongings in the next week.
Heâs a perceptive, rich man. You may only be friends but he loves to spoil you.
He sees you staring at a necklace for over 2 seconds? Bought immediately, and of course heâll place it around your neck.
Trinkets you think look cool? The next time you both hang out at your hose, youâll mysteriously find it within your home.
If you have an event coming up and he hears you describe what youâd like to wear, heâll be looking through every store and buying whatever is similar to the description.
He stares at flowers, wondering if he should give them to you or if it was weird. Heâs heard you talk about wanting flowers once, but maybe not now
Yet he is met with you holding out the same flowers to him 2 days later, stating you saw him staring at them for quite a while.
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PostOutbreak!Joel likes reader but he tries to hide it because of the age gap. To try and put us off, he can be a bit standoffish/mean but Ellie can tell itâs a facade and tells him to drop it and the age thing doesnât matter if you really like each other. Then a fluffy confession omggg
Pairing: PostOutbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings: unspecified age gap, joel being a lil insecure and scared, and Ellie being a menace, but its mostly all fluff who am i kidding
a/n: this was the cutest fucking request ever, thank you anon
You know those books or movies where it's painfully clear to everyone but the two main characters that they love each other, and you keep reading or watching thinking "How could anyone not see that he likes her?" as you increasingly get more frustrated and annoyed?
Well, this is a bit like that,
not a bit actually, completely so.
And in this metaphor, you and Joel were the two oblivious main characters, while Ellie, poor Ellie, was the unfortunate witness of your blindness.
It was so incredibly clear to her that she sometimes struggled not to laugh at your interactions.
I mean the first time Joel saw you was the very first time she'd seen him blush and forget how to speak in the span of a second- it was hilarious.
And then when he'd catch him staring at you or pretend not to purposely take the longer route home just to catch a glimpse of you outside the bakery... it was hard to only chuckle underneath her breath, but she managed...Â
until today
Joel slammed the door as he got it, like really loud, not like his usual slam.
"what's wrong?" Ellie asked, her brows frowning in suspicion as he kicked his boots off his feet before halfheartedly dragging them to the kitchen where she was sitting.
"nothin'" he grumbled,Â
Now that made Ellie sigh with annoyance,
he was always the one to blab about how she could always confide in him, and if that was the truth, then that meant it went both ways.
"Y'know a grumpy old man once told me that it's good to share how you're feeling" She tilted her head to the side, raising her brow as Joel rolled his eyes, filling a glass with water "Would be real hypocritical of him to not take his own advice..."
Said old man, was now rolling his eyes even harder, drowning the full glass in a second
"'s nothing, don't worry 'bout it"
"Joel" Ellie only glared at him,
and as always when it was her,
he was convinced faster than he liked to admit
He sighed, before speaking "It's stupid" he said
"I don't care" Ellie shrugged, placing her elbows on the kitchen counter where she sat and using her hands to support her head, her whole focus on Joel,
who sighed, again.
"I just-" he placed the glass in the sink before turning back to her "I just saw y/n talking to I guy I-"
"Oh my god you're jealous!" she said it with such enthusiasm and with such a smile pulling at her lips that you would have guessed she'd just won the lottery
"no" Joel frowned, shaking his head "What are you on about? I'm not jealous, I just don't like the guy"
"yeah" Ellie snorted "I'm sure you just "don't like the guy"" she air quoted as she laughedÂ
"Why would I be jealous?" Joel went on pretending,
perhaps lying to himself together with her, the jury was still out.
"I'm just worried for her-" he argued "she's too kind and too fucking nice and Jake's an asshole"
again, Ellie only smiled as she watched him lie so blatantly
"why would you be jealous?" she pondered his question with amusement "well I don't know... maybe 'cause you have the biggest fucking crush on her"
"What!?" he spat "I don't know what's going on with you today, where did you get all these ideas? I-"
"Oh my god please shut up Joel" she groaned, rolling her eyes "That rude asshole act you do around y/n may work with her, but you don't fool me, Miller"
Ellie could swear she saw a hint of panic in his eyes
"I know you like her, just like I know she likes you" She finally said, done with this little act "I honestly don't get why you two don't just declare your love to one another and live happily ever after or some shit"
It was like he froze,
and while Ellie thought it was because he'd just been busted by a 14-year-old, it was for a wholly different reason
"she doesn't like me" he stated
And at that, at that Ellie could just groan as her palm descended dramatically down the length of her face
God, she'd always known he wasn't the brightest, but this? This is a little too much even for him
"Are you blind or something?" she threw her hands out for emphasis "She's definitely better at hiding it than you, I'll give you that, but I mean, still... it's fucking obvious dude!"
"Ellie" Joel only shook his head "you 'don't know whatcha talkin' 'bout"
Ellie was now very close to yelling at him.
"Joel I'm serious, she likes likes you!" she argued, "why do you find that so hard to believe?"
But of course, Ellie couldn't have known what was going on in Joel's mind, how certain he was that it wasn't true,
about how he knew he didn't deserve someone like you, someone so kind and beautiful and smart,
how he had spent months trying to get the thought of you to leave his tainted mind,
how he'd decided to be mean, rough, rude to you in the hopes that you would stop being so nice to him, in the hopes that you would start to avoid him, to hate him, and he'd never have to see you or that gorgeous smile again.
And finally, Ellie didn't know about how he was too incredibly, terribly old for you, for such a pretty young woman.
Half his hair was gray for god's sake, he never had a chance
"I could be her father Ellie" he finally confessed what had been eating up at him for so long "I'm too fuckin' old"
Ellie didn't even need a moment to take that it, she listened, thought about it, and immediately rolled her eyes
"SO WHAT?"Â
You don't understand how long she had to pretend not to want to give the both of you a good shake,Â
it was only right for her to finally shout it out
"First of all, you're not that old" she started listing, "second of all, she obviously doesn't care" she continued "and finally Joel, if you really like her, and if she really likes you, then it doesn't matter!"
But Joel was not convinced, he'd spent too long telling himself the opposite, and he couldn't even fathom the possibility of what Ellie was saying
"you just have to tell her"
she said it like it was easy, like the mere thought of it didn't give Joel a minor heart attack, like he hadn't woken up from multiple dreams where he would confess his love and you would laugh at his face, or worse, tell him you felt the same, something Joel knew not to be the truth.
Also, Joel had no idea when exactly throughout this conversation he'd admitted to liking you, but I guess it didn't matter now, it made no sense to keep the farse on.
"I can't Ellie, I-"
"oh my god you're such a chicken" she moaned "You're the one that always tells me to be brave!"
"that's different"
"how!?" she bugged her eyes, holding her palms up in show of her frustration "I get that it's scary, but what's the worst thing that could happen?"
And that, for some reason, stuck with him,
He really had nothing to lose,
It's not like you were friends or you would talk often, it's not like he would be ruining a relationship, there wasn't one,
And yet... yet it still terrified him,
"Ellie... I don't know"
"c'mon man, but your big boy pants on" she groaned "I'm telling you, she fucking likes you"
__ __ __
Joel didn't do it.
He couldn't. He just-
You were perfect, you were perfect in a way that made him feel all the more dirty,
like being close to you, talking to you, touching you... would be like plucking a flower with torn-up hands,Â
And fuck him, but Joel was scared, like he'd gone back 40 years and become 16 all over again.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't, wouldn't do it, and he'd set his mind to that, made peace with his cowardness and dread.
Until of course, Ellie's twisted mind came up with a way to force his fears to life.
"Howdy"
The kid was smiling so broadly that she looked like a child with a brand-new toy,
but Joel's eyes were somewhere else,
he was looking at you
"Hi Joel" you smiled, punching a knife into his gut
You were at his front door with his kid, who was very clearly plotting something, and Joel wondered for a moment if this was what would finally make his heart give out.
"Hi," he said, his voice sounding distant
Why is she here?
"Aren't you gonna let us in?" Ellie urged,Â
Us?
"Uhm, I-"
but Ellie had already sneaked inside, dragging you behind
And now the awkward scene was even more awkward, just at the entrance of his home.
"All alright" Ellie clapped her hands, watching Joel stare at you as you tried to avoid his gaze "I'm gonna go to my room," she said, shouldering him not so subtly
"Cool down dude" she mumbled, before disappearing upstairs.
What the fuc-
"I'm sorry to barge in like this" you finally spoke, a gentle smile on your lips "Ellie said you needed to tell me something, so I just... came here I guess" you finished with an awkward laugh
Fuck-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
"If it's too much trouble I'll just go-"
"no," Joel said, before he could stop himself, finally realizing he was still holding the door's knob, and in a spur of bravery, deciding to use it to close the door.
"Oh, ok" you mumbled, puzzled by his demeanor "so uhm, what is it you needed to tell me?"
God damn that fucking trick-playing kid of his
"do you- do you want something to drink?"
the question took you aback, but then you did something that stunned Joel even more, you laughed,
you laughed softly, quickly, like you were letting out all this stupid awkwardness in a simple gesture
because that's how you were: Magical
"Sure" you shrugged, grinning "some water would be nice"
If Joel had to watch your face for an instant more he feared he was gonna explode, so he did all he could think of, he walked to the kitchen, only glancing at you again when he handed you your drink,
to his dismay, finding a smile still drawn on your lips.
"thank you" you said, taking a sip
god, even the way your lips wrapped around the rim made him want to drop to his knees.
He needed to get a grip.
"so... are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess?" you joked, your fingers drawing patterns on the glass
Was this really happening?
Was this hell?
"I..." he trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he glanced from the counter to you on repeat "I wanted to tell you that..."
"that?"
"that- the uhm-" he shut his eyes for a second, searching for words "the...bread you gave us this week was real good"
Goddamnit
"oh"
Even you couldn't hide your disappointment
I mean, you certainly didn't expect it. A compliment from Joel Miller? What universe were you in?Â
Just like you didn't expect any of this... him actually letting you in his house or offering you water...
You had half expected him to shut the door in your face,
The most he had ever given you was a half smile at a joke you told him while he was picking up bread, the rest were all rude grumbles or just a bunch of stoic looks...Â
and yet... yet a part of you couldn't help but have set expectations a little higher.
What a silly fool you'd been,Â
hoping for a love confession from a man who has made it very clear he despises you,
but still- a girl can dream, right?
"thank you" you mumbled, as Joel cursed himself over and over in his head "that's very nice of you," you smiled, stalling a second to see if he was gonna say something else, interrupt you at some point,
but he remained silent
"well if that's all, I'm gonna go then, thank you for the water I-"
Until he wasn't
"no-stop- I-"
Ellie was right.Â
He had to do this, he had to win his fear and try at least, or he was gonna regret it for the rest of his life, and he already had too many of those.
The problem was that you looked really beautiful today, and he'd never been good with words
Fuck it- if he was gonna make a fool of himself so be it,
He had nothing to lose and everything to win,
he had you to win.
"Yes?" you asked, trying to tame your hopes down
Think Joel, think
how the fuck do you tell a woman you like her?
"There's one other thing I've been meaning to tell ya" he cleared his throat, standing up straighter as he took a step closer to you.
"'m not great at doing this type of thing" he admitted, shaking his head slightly "but Ellie... she's right, I'm always tellin' her to be brave and everythin', so... I guess it's my turn now," he said, letting out a short, anxious laugh "I don't even know- I guess what I'm tryna say is that I'm gonna be honest now, but I want you to know that- that I know what you're gonna say and it's ok" he swallowed thickly, preparing himself from your inevitable rejection "I understand, really, I just- I thought I should try at least"Â
What was going on?
What the fuck was he saying?
"Joel, what are you talking about?"
This was it.
It was now or never.
"Y/n I-"
his heart was beating out of his chest, and his legs felt like jelly, but he had to do it, he had to take a leap of faith-
"Y/n I like you" he breathed like the words longed to be out of his mouth "I like you a lot, I have for a while now"
he watched your mouth part, your whole face filling with shock as you blinked over and over, trying to make sure this was really happening.
"Y-you like me?"
"yes" he nodded "And as I said, I know you don't feel the same, I know I'm old, and I've been an asshole to you all this time, so it's ok, really I-"
"stop talking Joel" you huffed a laugh, stepping closer, and then closer again, until your hand was on his arm "please just-" you bit down a smile, and he was so confused, so fucking confused, "say it again," you asked
"I like you y/n" he murmured, trying to get his mind to start working again,
but you were leaning closer,
and who cared what his name was anyway
"you were rude to me"
"I was, I'm sorry I-"
You pretended to be thinking about it, glancing upwards as you pursed your lips together
But who were you kidding?
"you're forgiven" you smiled, looking up at him as you slowly raised yourself on your tiptoes to gently, oh so gently, press your lips to his.
Joel was certain he had just died.
But then he opened his eyes again, and you were still there, beaming up at him, and he felt such a wave of happiness that he could have started crying right there,
only he took on a different route and grabbed each side of your face with his hands, crashing his lips with yours and kissing you, kissing you like he'd been dreaming of for months
exactly how you imagined he would,
better than you imagined, actually
so much better.
"Ha! I told you, Joel!"
He groaned as he leaned away, shooting Ellie an annoyed glance
"What are you doin' here?"
"just came here to gloat" she shrugged, watching you two with a grin plastered on her face
"I think you've done enough of that" he muttered, but you could only smile
"thank you, Ellie," you grinned "Thank you for doing this"
She raised her brows, looking at Joel as if saying "See, she's thanking me, why aren't you?", but then her expression got more genuine as she shot you a smile
"you're welcome" she smiled "Better having to see you kiss than having to put up with Joel being all sad 'cause you're talking to Jack or any other guy"
You gasped with amusement as Joel shut his eyes in embarrassment, his cheeks tainting with red
"Ellie-" Joel grumbled,Â
A soft giggle flowed through the room as Ellie turned away and went back up to her room, seemingly satisfied with her work
"You were jealous?" you teased him, your hands on his chest, while he'd moved one of his from your face to your waist.
"maybe I was" he fessed up
You smiled even brighterÂ
"And you like me?" you asked for the thousandth time
"yes, sweetheart, I really fuckin' like you" he smiled too now, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that made time stand still and the world spin around
"I like you too Joel" you finally said, giving the man an actual mini-stroke.
"say it again"
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If you are taking requests, i was thinking of a poly!lestappen. Where the reader is a F1 presenter and she's excited that Oliver is doing hus debut at Ferrari because its one of her favorite drivers in F2 and both Max and Charles get jealous. Like she asks Charles to take care of Oliver since he's still 18 and its his debut.
You still have forty minutes to spare until you have to go live, so, you make your way to the track, where everyoneâs waiting for the Drivers Parade.
You spot your boys pretty easily, they are standing close but deep in conversation with different people. Max is talking with his teammate and Lando, while Charles is talking with Ollie. You really donât want to interrupt but the MonĂŠgasque has already seen you, and for the looks of it, heâs telling the younger boy about you because he turns his head in your direction, a bright smile on his face.
âHey, pretty girl.â Charles greets you, his arm finding your waist in a second. He loves having you close to him, touching any part of your body.
âHey, Charlie.â You kiss his cheek, wiping the lipstick stain. âHow are you feeling, Ollie? You did amazing yesterday!â
The british boy blushes, a shy smile dancing across his lips. âOh, thank you. Iâm excited and nervous too.â He looks at Charles for a second before turning to you. âCharles has given me some advice, so, Iâm feeling a little more confident.â
Lewis calls Ollieâs name, waving at him from the back of the room.
âIâll see you after the race, I hope?â The younger boy asks, and you nod. He waves goodbye to you and his teammate for a day, and walks away.
âDid you came here to give us a good luck kiss?â You hear your boyfriendâs voice behind you and then a kiss being placed on the top of your head.
âYou know itâs something that would never change.â You stand on your tiptoes, kissing Maxâs lips briefly, turning to Charles you do the same. âbut I also came here to tell you to take care of Ollie,â You say looking at your brown-haired boyfriend. âBut you are already doing a good job, so,â This time you look at Max, giving him your best puppy eyes. âWould you do that for me? Just wish him good luck or something before the race, Iâm sure he would appreciate that.â
Charles and Max look at you with eyebrows raised, confusion in his eyes.
âWhat?â
âYou came here for that?â Charles says, sounding a little hurt.
âI came here to give my boyfriends a good luck kiss like I always do,â You try to explain that by talking slowly. âBut I also came for Ollie. Iâve known him and his family for as long as Iâve known you two.â
But thatâs not enough for them, because Max rolls his eyes and looks away.
Okay. Theyâre acting weird.
âWait,â You try not to laugh when a thought crosses your mind. âDonât tell me youâre jealous.â
They avoid making eye contact.
âOh my God,â And this time you laugh, because you canât believe it. Sometimes you forget how childish they are. âYou are jealous of an eighteen year old boy. Are you aware of that?â
âWell, when you say it like thatâŚâ
You shake your head, closing the distance between you and Charles to kiss him one last time. You do exactly the same with Max.
âGood luck, pretty boys.â They watch you walk away, but then you are turning around, stopping to glare at them. âIf you donât take care of Ollie, we wonât be celebrating tonight.â
âWhat? Thatâs so unfair!â
âHeâs the enemy!â
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You Are In Love
Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader
Summary: When you're out with your friends you meet a handsome firefighter. After a while you go on a date and decide to keep your relationship a secret until something happens.
Word Count: 1200
A/N: Hey. This is part of the Buddie-August challenge. This also includes some characters from the Rookie. I hope you like it!
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Prompt: Kisses
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After a long shift at work one of your colleagues had the idea to go to a bar. You donât often go to bars with all of them, but today you all finally had time. A lot has changed for you since you started working as a police officer at the Mid-Wilshire Station. You found a lot of friends there and you love your job.
âIâm gonna get a drink, would any of you like one too?â You asked the others.
âCould you get me another one of these.â Lucy said, pointing at her drink and you nodded.
âWhat about you Tim?â
âIâm good, thanks.â He said, smiling at you. When the others said they didnât need anything, you made your way over to the bar. While you were waiting in line for drinks, a cute guy stood next to you and waited as well. Somehow he looked familiar to you, but you werenât sure where you had seen him before. He smiled at you and then you suddenly remembered him. You could never forget that smile.
âYouâre firefighter Buckley, right?â You asked and he chuckled.
âYeah, thatâs me. Wait and you are officer L/n.â
âYou can call me y/n.â You said with a smile.
âOnly if you call me Buck because thatâs what everyone calls me.â
âOkay, deal.â You said and he had that sweet smile again. You talked for a few more minutes until your drinks were ready.
âSee you around, Buck.â
âSee you and be safe.â He said and watched as you walked back to your table. You handed Lucy her drink and sat down next to Tim again.
âWho was this guy?â Tim asked curious.
âOh, just a friend.â You answered and Tim nodded. You and Tim have been friends and partners for a long time and over time he has become very protective over you. He always knows when something is wrong and is there for you as best as he can.
The next day you kept thinking about your meeting with Buck. He was so sweet and you hope to see him again. You didnât think youâd see him again soon because just when you had an emergency call and had to call the ambulance, it was the 118 that showed up. You couldnât really talk to him, but it was great to see each other again.
When you were grocery shopping and walking through the halls someone said your name and when you turned around you saw that it was Buck.
âHey Buck.â You greeted him with a smile.
âHey, good to see you.â
âI was wondering if you would like to have a coffee with me sometime?â He suddenly asked.
âYeah, sure. How about I give you my phone number.â He nodded and pulled out his phone. You tipped in your number and he called you, so you had his number too.
Two days passed until you got a message from Buck. He asked if you were free tomorrow and you agreed to meet after work. At work Tim noticed that you were different, happier and more excited. He didnât ask you about it, but it made him happy to see you happy.
The coffee date with Buck went very well. You talked about everything that came to your mind. You both really enjoyed it and had a great time. He asked you out on a date and that date turned into another date and suddenly you were in a happy relationship.
You had been dating for about three months now. Usually you were at his house or yours or sometimes you were going out. Favorite things to do together include cooking, watching movies, going to the beach and you enjoying it when he tells you a story from work and then you tell him some stories too. Youâre very happy together and try to spend as much time together as possible, even if it can be a bit difficult due to your work shifts. Some people donât think a relationship between a police officer and a firefighter is a good idea, so you decided to keep the relationship a secret for a while, which wasnât always easy especially if you would see him on a call.
Today you have been called into a very difficult situation. You called for backup, but things quickly escalated, and you injured your left arm. Luckily, Officer Harper, Officer Nolan and Officer Bradford arrived at the right time to arrest the person. While Harper and Nolan arrested the person, Tim ran over to you and called an ambulance.
âTim, Iâm aright, itâs just a small scratch.â
âLetâs wait and see what the medics say, okay?â Tim said and put some pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. A few minutes later you could already hear the ambulance driving near you. When the doors opened you could see that it was Buck. As soon as he saw you, he ran towards you.
âBabe, are you okay? What happened?â He asked, looking at your arm. When you looked over, you saw that Tim had a confused look on his face.
âIâm okay, itâs just a small scratch.â You said again.
âLetâs go to the truck and Iâll take a look at it.â Buck said, placed his hand on your back and guided you to the truck. Then he removed the cloth from your wound and gently tried to stop the bleeding. You took a deep breath.
âIâm sorry, babe.â He looked into your eyes and tried to smile at you. Then he looked back at the wound.
âThe cut isnât too deep, so itâs okay if I just bandage it.â He said and you nodded. Buck gently put the bandage over your wound and then gave you a kiss on the cheek.
âThank you, honey.â
âAnytime.â He said, then Buck tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and gently pulled you into a passionate kiss. When you broke the kiss, you reached for his hand and smiled at each other.
âI have to go back to work.â You said after a few seconds, even though you didnât want to say goodbye.
âMe too.â He said, looking over his shoulder to see his friends looking at you both with smiles.
âI guess they all know now.â
âThey definitely do.â You said with chuckle. You noticed how happy they all were and then looked over at Tim who was as happy as they were.
âI think I have to go now. See you later.â Buck said and gave you a quick hug.
âSee you.â You said, waving at him as you walked away. As you walked to your car, Tim was still standing next to yours and looked at you with a grin.
âNow I know why youâve been so happy lately.â
âYeah, Buck makes me really happy.â You confirmed and opened the car door.
You were glad that Tim and Buckâs colleagues now found out about your relationship, but you definitely want to meet them soon on a better occasion. Buck has told you a lot about them, so youâre very excited to meet them.
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a star â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: lovesick gojo does smth to me
itâs not often that you donât find your husband on the jujutsu grounds terrorizing some students, save for today that is. however, it doesnât pose that much of a problem to you. in the end, he is your husband and you should know him more than anyone else.
so you pride yourself in the fact that you quickly spot his figure on top of one of the buildings. you swiftly make your way up. your shoes click on the roof as you walk towards your husband, âhey âtoru.â
âhey,â he smiles while you sit beside him and get yourself comfortable. his face turns towards you with a little tilt of his head, âwhyâre you here, wifey?â
âwhyâre you here?â
âfair point,â he sighs blissfully, âreminiscing.â
you hum quietly and your hand moves slowly to hold his own. your thumb slowly rub his hands. he chuckles at your concern before pulling your hand to his lips, pressing a firm kiss, âdonât worry; I am not sad.â
he takes a deep breath, âitâs just nice to remember these fun moments every once in a while.â
you nod quietly before looking in front of you, the view captivating you even if you have seen it a million times. tokyo was always a sight to behold from such heights, especially in the night. you close your eyes for a moment, taking it all in.
âyuuji is getting stronger.â
you perk up at your husbandâs comment then you murmur, âyeah.â
âso is megumi, but he just has to adjust his way of thinking.â
you smile, âgood thing he has you to do that then.â
he throws his head back in laughter, âI am his teacher, after all.â
âeveryone tends to forget that,â you tease and he rolls his eyes, âall mighty silly teacher.â
with a tsk, he raises his index finger, sporting a smug grin, âdidnât you know that women like their men dumb?â
âI donât know if all women do that,â you hum before resting your head on his shoulder, âI sure do, though.â
his hand slips around your waist, and he gasps, âare you flirting with me? I will have you know that I have the prettiest woman ever as my wife.â
âsheâs a lucky one.â
he frowns then pouts, lips jutting out and everything, âshe sure doesnât think so.â poking your side, he huffs, âsheâs always so mean to me, the epitome of bullying even.â
you giggle swatting his hand away, âyou probably deserve it.â
âyouâre just like her,â he whines. you giggle and he slowly rubs your side after he lets out a grumble. you let out a soft breath and your hand moves to hold his own. his hand squeezes yours and you squeeze it in return.
the atmosphere is filled with the sound of the soft breeze and cricketsâ noises. youâre both left to relish in the silence and the comfort it gives. youâre both looking up at the sky. your gaze trails to the trees on the ground that sway with the wind.
you see the tree where shoko was healing haibara that one time. you see the vending machine that satoru and suguru always hit. you see the bench that nanami always used to sit on. you see the cabin that you and satoru used to hide in to escape from yaga.
you finally understand why your husband chooses this place.
he gets to truly see it all because despite his six eyesâ powers and capabilities, it doesnât let him see what he truly cares about: friends and memories. from here, he is able to be the spectator that relishes in memories that passed, but will always live in the minds of those who experienced it.
even if, sometimes, only one of the two remains.
feeling your throat tighten at the melancholy thoughts, you take a breath. you take a moment then you inquire, breaking the silence in hopes of distracting yourself, âsooo, what are you watching?â
âa star,â he answers simply.
you furrow your eyebrows, focusing on the dark blue canvas above you, ââtoru, there are no stars tonight.â
he breathes out a chuckle, âI know. I said a star not stars.â
you narrow your eyes, âwhat do you mean?ââ
and then your eyes lock with his own. he is staring intently at you, almost memorizing your features with a lovesick smile on his face.Â
you donât know when did he take his blindfold off, but youâre met with his azure eyes that have love and adoration swimming in them, shades of blue mixing in with the invisible shades of love.
you see your reflection in his eyes and others could swear they see hearts surrounding your figure. his eyes are now a canvas for what he wholeheartedly believes to be the love of his life.
the small soft quirk of his lips is noticeable. the light crinkle of his eyes as he gazes at you gives away how he feels. his entire face is glowing as it faces your own. his hand reaches to hold your face and he grins.
âmy star.â
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.
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âsatoru, that was so cheesy!â
âyou love it.â
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Summary: Rhysand shows you he and his closest friends aren't put off by blood
CW: Period sex, very descriptive, blood, horny young adult batboys, wingplay, shadowplay, some consensual mind control, Smut 18+ MDNI (Brought to you by horny periods, my uterus has taken control of me)
A/n: posting both together cause I'll be busy later and don't want to forget. Special mention to @shadowsingers-mate who asked to be tagged :)
The sun had set as you lay in Rhysand, your mate's cot, in the tent he shared with his friends, he would've been training all day while you were working with your mother, he had asked you to come to his tent after you were done, your stomach had been cramping in a familiar way all day, eyes going wide, Illyrian wings curling around yourself as you tense, you had managed to hide your periods for a while, well, almost two years you would cover yourself with a different scent than of your periods so no one caught on, and sometimes Rhysand would glamour you too.
You shot up, your stomach hurting from the cramps, Oh no, you thought as you moved to see blood spots in Rhysand's cot, you stood up, eyes wide in fear.
Panic flooded through you as you stared at the blood spots on Rhysand's cot, your heart racing. You knew you had to clean this up quickly before anyone noticed. But as you stood there frozen, you couldn't help but think about how you would explain this to Rhysand and the others.
You tried to look for something to clean the crimson spots with and find a washcloth, but you ended up spreading it further. As you frantically scrubbed at the stains, trying to erase evidence of your predicament, your mind raced with worry. Thinking of how you could possibly explain this to Rhysand without them thinking less of you.
Suddenly, a warm hand rested on your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. Rhysand's piercing violet eyes locking onto yours. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked, concern etched on his handsome face, his body covered in sweat from training.
You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I⌠I started bleeding... Ruined your bed..." You stammered, gesturing to the cot behind you.
Rhysand's expression softened, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's just a little blood, alright? It's nothing serious."
His reassuring presence did nothing to calm your frantic heart. Rhysand's comforting embrace felt foreign against your trembling body, a stark reminder of your unspoken shame. Your mind scrambled to justify why you were feeling such dread over what seemed like a normal occurrence to everyone else.
"Let me take care of this," Rhysand murmured, guiding you back towards the cot and pushing you gently down His piercing gaze locked onto yours again, filled with a mixture of tenderness and curiosity.
"You know you're always safe with me, right? I'm not one of the males who will force your wings clipped." He murmured softly, his voice low and soothing. "No matter what happens."
"Yeah, I know... I just... Paniced." You nodded, "I know now clean you keep your things and I just... Bled all over your damn bed."
Rhysand chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Well, it's not the first time my things has seen some unexpected messes, and it won't be the last, I live with Cassian and Azriel remember." He teased, his fingers trailing along your spine in a soothing pattern.
His touch sent shivers down your body, despite the awkward situation. You felt your cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins from his gaze.
Rhysand leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "But since we're already here, and I've got you all to myself⌠Why don't we make the most of it?" He suggested, his voice dripping with seduction.
Just as Rhysand pushed your skirt up, exposing your cotton lingerie to him, sliding them off and throwing them somewhere behind him, the sound of wings echoed outside the tent. Cassian and Azriel landed in, their expressions a mix of surprise and amusement at the sight before them.
Cassian's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his gaze lingering on your exposed thighs and the crimson spots on your garments. "Well, well, looks like someone's having a bloody good time," he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.
Azriel, on the other hand, looked a bit more flustered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. However, his eyes never left your body, filled with hunger, his shadows turning and twisting as the sight. And he did manage an eye roll at Cassian's comment.
With a yelp you shut your thighs, not that it was embarrassing to have them see you and your mate in compromising positions, since you had made love while they were in the room acting as if you weren't fucking in the tent, and you'd seen them in the same positions with the random females they brought back, making you all pretty nonchalant about nudity.
Rhysand, sensing your unease, gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, darlings, we're all grown here. There's no need to be shy, besides, blood doesn't make any of us squmish," he purred, spreading your legs again, his hands roaming your exposed thigh, sending tingles throughout your body.
Cassian, still smirking, stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "In fact, we could all use a good fuck after a long day of training and work."
A cough sounded from Azriel but the scent of his arousal made it quite clear he liked the idea
You felt Rhysand press into your mind shields, Are you sure? I could always tell them to fuck off, his voice rang in your head.
You nod, heart racing wildly, "I want that... I'd like that."
With a nod, Rhysand glamoured the tent to keep the sounds in, his hands travelled upwards, tracing the curves of your hips and then along your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "As you wish," he whispered huskily, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
Cassian and Azriel watched intently, their own arousal growing more evident by the second. Cassian closed the distance between you and him, his clothes gone, pressing his chest against your back, you whine as it makes contact with your wings, his hands finding their way to cup your breasts, ripping your dress off your body.
Meanwhile, Azriel approached from the side, his fingers ghosting across your exposed skin, trailing down until he reached your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you needed him most.
Azriel's finger slipped inside your slick heat, the sensation of his digit coated in your blood mixing with your arousal sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He pumped his finger slowly, curling it to find and stroke that sensitive spot within you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
Rhysand broke the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "That's it, let us take care of you." Rhysand snapped his fingers and he and Azriel's clothes disappeared. His hands found their way to your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your cunt as did the sight of their hard cocks curving into their stomach.
Cassian's mouth latched onto your neck, biting and sucking, marking you as his. His free hand slid down to join Azriel's, both of them pumping their fingers in and out of you in tandem, driving you closer to the edge.
The sensation of being surrounded by their leathery wings only heightened your arousal, their unique scents mingling together in the air around you. The combined pressure of their bodies against you, coupled with the rhythm of their fingers working in and out of you, drove you to the brink of insanity.
Rhysand's teeth grazed against your collarbone, sending an electric jolt down your spine. "You're so fucking wet for them, so messy, aren't you?" he growled, his fingers rolling your hardened nipples between them.
Azriel added another finger, stretching you deliciously, his strokes becoming more insistent. Cassian nipped at your earlobe, whispering, "Come on baby, let go."
Your entire body tensed, a cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm hit you hard, your walls clenching around Azriel and Cassian's fingers.
As your climax ripped through you, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you, you cried out, your voice echoing around the tent. Your inner walls spasmed around Azriel and Cassian's fingers, coating their digits in your thick, crimson release.
Rhysand's teasing bites on your wings only intensified the sensations, causing you to convulse under their touches. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans as your orgasm subsided.
Cassian and Azriel slowly withdrew their fingers, watching as your cunt gushed one final time, coating their hands in your essence.
The air within the small confines of the tent grew thick with lustful energy, the scent of arousal and blood filling your nostrils. Rhysand smiled, pleased with the fucked out look on your face. "Let's not waste another moment, huh?" he murmured, his hands travelling lower, grazing the edges of your soaked cunt.
"We'll take the front," Cassian said, his voice rough with desire as he bit your shoulder.
"I want her mouth," Azriel added, stepping closer, his shadowy tendrils reaching out to caress your skin, the shadows feeling you up.
With a wicked grin, Rhysand positioned himself between your spread thighs, his cock throbbing against your dripping entrance. "I think it's only fair, my love, with how hard they made you cum," he purred, pushing the tip of his cock against you, teasing you mercilessly.
Cassian moved to your side, positioning his cock at your cunt beside Rhysand's, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Hold her still, Rhys," he smirked, pressing against your hole.
Azriel's shadows wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as they bend you backwards, laying you on your side, resting your head on his thigh, so close to his cock it had you salivating.
"Hold her, how?" Rhysand chuckled, looking right into your eyes, Do you want? He asked in your head, his daemati abilities around your mind. You relaxed with a yes, letting him take control of your mind and body, forcing you still, leaving your control enough so you could moan.
With a thought, Rhysand tightened his grip on your mind, controlling your muscles to stay perfectly still. He grinned, loving the power he held over you, before guiding his cock to your entrance once again. "Like this?"
"Well, I was thinking more leather ristraints, but this works," Cassian leaned into your neck, kissing and biting your neck.
The head of Cassian's cock pressed against you, spreading your folds apart, before sinking into your warmth. A groan escaped his lips as he bottomed out, filling you completely.
At the same time, Azriel aligned his cock with your lips, his tip pressing against your mouth. "Ready for me too, princess?" Azriel taunted, knowing you couldn't move on your own accord, as Cassian gave your ass cheek a firm slap making you gasp softly.
With a nod, Rhysand made you open your mouth, tongue poking out slightly for Azriel to push his cock in, as Rhysand began thrusting into your slick cunt, each movement controlled and calculated. His hips snapped forward, burying himself deeper within you, his balls slapping against your swollen clit with every powerful thrust.
Cassian's cockhead breached your hole beside Rhysand's cock, stretching you deliciously wide with both your cocks. He paused for a moment, savouring the sensation before beginning to push in. Inch by slow inch, he filled you, until finally he was buried to the hilt within your depths.
The sensation of having two cocks inside you at once was overwhelming, your body stretched beyond what felt natural, yet the pleasure was indescribable. Rhysand continued his relentless pace, groaning, his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, while Cassian matched his movements, driving his own cock into your cunt. When one pulled out till the head the other pushed in completely
Azriel watched, fascinated, as you took his cock into your mouth, the sight of your lips stretched around his girth enough to make him throb with need. "Fuck�� so beautiful," he breathed out, his hand gently cradling the back of your head, urging you to take him deeper.
As if on cue, Rhysand and Cassian increased their pace, their bodies moving in sync with each other. The sounds of wet slaps echoed throughout the tent,
The cool touch of Azriel's shadows sent shocks of pleasure straight to your nipples. They rolled and pinched your breasts, drawing moans from your throat, which vibrated around Azriel's shaft. The shadows also found your clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud, driving you closer to the edge.
Cassian's tongue danced across the delicate membranes of your wings, sending shivers down your spine. Rhysand and Cassian's cocks, coated in your juices and blood, slid in and out of your cunt with ease, the friction building towards an explosive climax.
Azriel's shadows continued their torment, tweaking your nipples and rubbing your clit in tight circles. The combination of sensations was too much to bear, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm once more.
As Azriel pushed his cock further into your throat, you gagged, your eyes watering. But the sensation only spurred him on, his hips bucking forward to plunge even deeper into your mouth.
Rhysand and Cassian didn't hold back either, their thrusts becoming erratic and uncontrolled as they chased their own release. Their cocks pounded relentlessly against your inner walls, each stroke hitting spots that made stars burst in your vision.
The pressure built within you, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. Your body tensed, your cunt clenching around the two cocks impaling you, and then you came, screaming and choking around Azriel's cock as waves of pure bliss washed over you, slightly snapping out of Rhysand's control before he held you again.
With a roar that reverberated through the tent, Rhysand buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hot seed spurting into your womb. At the same time, soon after Cassian grunted, his cock twitching as he released his load, coating your insides with his cum.
As Rhysand and Cassian's orgasms triggered your sudden third, you clenched around them, milking every last drop from their spent cocks. Then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Azriel's cock pulsed in your throat, his cum flooding your mouth.
With their releases spent, Rhysand and Cassian slowly pulled out of your dripping cunt, leaving trails of their combined fluids running down your thighs. They both panted heavily, their eyes locked onto you with a mix of satisfaction and lust.
Meanwhile, Azriel gently pulled his cock from your mouth, smirking down at you with pride. "Damn, princess⌠You really know how to handle us."
As the afterglow settled over you, Rhysand wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. "I think we've broken our poor little darling," He teased, nuzzling into your neck.
Rhysand slipped out of your mind, and you sighed against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Rhys?" You gasp softly.
"Yeah, love?" He whispered with a smile as Cassian and Azriel left you alone for a moment, Cassian discarding her bloody dress, Azriel getting a new one.
You look up at him, your eyes still glazed over from the hold he had taken of your mind, "I really liked that."
"You enjoyed being our plaything?" Rhysand chuckled, his voice low and husky. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "I'm glad to hear that, my sweet." He kissed you deeply, before winnowing a glass of water for you to sip from.
Breaking the kiss, he looked into your eyes, a glint of mischief twinkling in his own. "But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from."
You nod, tired, "SureâŚ"
Rhysand smiled, with a wave of his hand cleaning you and the bloody mess around you, spelling you to not bleed everywhere further, "Get some sleep dear, I'll be here when you wake up."
With a content sigh, you curled up against Rhysand, feeling utterly sated and exhausted. Your eyes grew heavy, and before long, you were fast asleep, your dreams filled with erotic images of the night's events.
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Hey! Can you please do "babysitting with zb1"?
i love this idea!! got started on it as soon as you sent it! thank you for requesting bb, and as always if anyone wants to request more my inbox is currently open! might need some time as school is beginning for me again.
w/a: literally the smallest hint of suggestive theme of u squint to the point that your eye are just closed.
for hanbin, I donât wanna say that this man has no flaws⌠but he really knows how to take care of younger siblings so any child is no problem at all. Heck, heâs probably taking care of you too. Heâs got a lot of experience with taking care of others that it comes like second nature to him. Leaves you little notes of encouragement around the house when things start to get too stressful :))
jiwoong is doing your job for you at this point lol. Probably the most calm when one child throws a bit of a temper tantrum. His soft voice when he communicates to them can naturally bring a smile right back to their face. I feel like taking care of younger siblings pose no challenge to him whatsoever, I mean theyâre just like mini versions of you two! Maybe heâs starting to get his head stuck in the clouds with the whole âmini youâ ideaâŚ
If youâve seen zb1 taking care of those twins on youtube you know well that hao does NOT know how to take care of children well. youâre lowkey đ¤ close to kicking him out with the way he talks back to the kid as if theyâre both five years old. however watching the way youâre able to calm the child down really takes him by surprise, and he finds himself more willing to learn how you take care of them so well, while ultimately keeping both him and the kids under control too.
matthew tries so hard to be the best good cop of a babysitter he can be, though sometimes he forgets that bounderies and lessons do need to be learned! is the kind of babysitter that melts at the sight of the childâs puppy eyes and gives in to whatever scheming they may have up their sleeve. next thing you know thereâs paint splattered on every surface but the ones paint is supposed to be on. âhow could i resist?!â he says, giving u a pout while he attempts to remove the smear on his cheek, and honestly itâs hard for you to resist when he looks at you that way too.
you can bet taerae is singing those kids one hellâ of a lullaby every night WHEWWW. We all know how soothing his voice is, perfect for stormy nights or whenâs thereâs still a bit too much excitement past curfew. Heâs definitely more of a practical kind of babysitter if that makes sense though. âWhy do they play with rocks and twigs when the big screen tv is right there?â đđ¤ˇđť Kinda guy. I will say that you and taerae are especially good keeping kids entertained. They adore his energy and humor and all the little skits heâll put on. Babysitting with him leaves everyone smiling.
ricky is so elegant with it đđ I donât think youâve ever heard him raise his voice because the children just obey without question. Itâs almost strange lol. You two work as a great team! You make up the rules (because he likes listening to you too âşď¸) and heâs the official communicator of said rules. Babysitting never feels stressful with him. His one downfall is that he will buy the kid(s) anything at anytime, and then heâll buy YOU anything you want at anytime. He just wants you all to be happy what can he say?
gyuvin is surprisingly very good at babysitting when given instructions, knows what food is healthy and chewable, can easily make them fall asleep at curfew, and ensure the kids always keep a smile on their face. itâs hard to believe that when you run to the store, forgetting one item that all hell breaks loose. âi donât know what to do when youâre gone.â he winces, in what looks like the most uncomfortable pose of defeat on the floor, the children jumping atop him in victory.
gunwook For sure knows what a childâs needs are, but learns all the details and the in-betweens from you! Definitely gets affected by cuteness aggression so sometimes it can be hard for him to concentrate, and then if YOUâRE there? Great, thatâs a whole other distraction heâs gotta try and fail to ignore. Gunwook makes babysitting feel like a normal part of life rather than any kind of chore or job. Heâs a bit head over heels on the idea of having his own family some day, and just maybeee heâs thinking about having it with you. đ¤
yujin iâm sorry but youâre practically taking care of him too. Iâm not saying this because i think heâs a âbabyâ, but because heâs so socially awkward with the kids he canât even hold eye contact lmao. For example, one of them might start to throw a tantrum out of the blue, and yujinâs solution involves him standing there watching like đ§đťđ. Heâll most likely start shouting your name for assistance⌠he really is trying his best! I think Yujin likes to let you lead with the babysitting, while also giving him a front row seat at admiring you being so passionate about making others happy and well cared for.
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I know people hate âbully/victimâ ships so IM SORRY theres just a silly modern au bully bingge idea iâve been thinking about a lot lately .
cw for the above mentioned dynamic!!
Luo Binghe getting into some exclusive academy after finding out about his familyâs inheritance. He immediately hates all these out of touch rich people⌠all of them except for Shen Yuan.Â
They have a basic meet cute. Shen Yuan spills Bingheâs coffee and offers to buy him a new one, giving him a tour of their campus while theyâre out. He introduces him to the librarians and the office staff. Binghe is certain this is way too good to be true, and Shen Yuan has got to have some ulterior motive.Â
One some base level he knows Shen Yuan is a good person that is being kind for him for no particular reason. Heâs seen him do the same for other people. But the idea of him being just one of the many people Shen Yuan is friendly with makes him feel bitter and self-conscious. So heâs like fuck it, I hate Shen Yuan actually heâs gotta be a green tea bitch or something (because if heâs not it will literally shatter his world-view if he finds out not all people are greedy and bad)Â
Hear me out . listen. Pushing someone around is something that can be so homoerotic
Bingge picking on Shen Yuan and being super, super aroused the whole time. Heâll dump water on shen yuan as a joke, then ignore everyone else laughing bc shen yuanâs shirt is sticking to his skin and his nipples got hard because the water was cold-
Or heâll take shen yuanâs glasses and hold it above his head so shen yuan has to stand on his tip toes and come really close to try to grab it back (one time he even tripped and fell against bingheâs chest!!) Because heâs nearsighted, sometimes Shen Yuan will even forget to put distance between their faces and be within kissing range while he argues with Binghe.Â
Once he snuck into the changing room and stole shen yuanâs clothes so he would have to walk back to his dorm in his swim trunks. He definitely didnât take pictures of Shen Yuanâs blushing face walking back to his room half naked and he definitely didnât keep the clothes and sniff them like a weirdo hahaâŚ
Itâs an average day for them (Binghe takes shen yuan by the wrists and holds him against the wall and calls him a fragile little princess and taunts him by saying heâs not strong enough to break out of his hold. Prime bullying tactic for someone youâre in love with 1. Binghe gets to see live reaction of syâs face when heâs pinned down and struggling and can save that image for later use 2. Physical closeness, theyâre practically pressed together 3. Shen yuan bruises easily and seeing bingheâs handprints on his wrists for like a week is super satisfying 4. Binghe can call him romantic pet names like princess or wife and shen yuan will just think binghe is calling him effeminate as an insult)Â
Luo Binghe even lifts Shen Yuanâs hands above him to catch both wrists with one hand and says, âYou canât even get out if I only use one hand?â It makes Shen YUan flush red from humiliation in suuuch an adorable way.Â
So anyway, Binghe is picking on shen yuan in the back room of some office somewhere, doing his whole routine because heâs been hurt too many times in life to be vulnerable with someone again and this is his only way to achieve intimacy with the person he loves. Heâs been saving the âare you sure youâre a man? Maybe I should checkâ card for a long time and heâs so excited to use it. Heâll even say something about Shen Yuanâs dick being so short, he should just wear a skirt and become a real manâs wife, and thatâs BULLYING, itâs NOT a kink, binghe does NOT jerk off to the thought of Shen Yuan wearing short dresses and greeting him home, he DOESNâT. (he does)Â
Before he can fulfill this amazing plan, Liu Qingge, another man in their year, barges in?? Obviously, they fight and Bingheâs chance to feminize his crush slips through his fingers
The worst thing is ??? Liu Qingge rescued Shen Yuan like some righteous prince saving the damsel in a fairy tale. Shen Yuan is not allowed to have a storybook romance with someone else! He hates Liu Qingge so much itâs unreal
It becomes impossible to corner Shen Yuan and get some time alone. He and that Qingge guy are together more and more often. Liu Qingge is in the library carrying Shen Yuanâs books now? Now theyâre always hanging out on the grass having lunch?? Theyâre discussing what electives they can take together?!?!Â
Itâs been like a month since heâs gotten to properly tease shen Yuan and he needs it bad. If he doesnât pull down shen yuanâs pants in public to embarrass him (and see his ass) soon, he might actually die.Â
Then he spots him: Shen Yuan walking to class. Unaccompanied.
Luo Binghe is so overcome with exhilarated relief, he doesnât even think about what heâs gonna do. He just runs over, ignores Shen Yuanâs screaming, throws him over his shoulder like a bag of rice, and carries him away.Â
Shen Yuan freaks the hell out because, okay, petty insults and light fighting are one thing, but heâs straight up getting kidnapped?? Thatâs not bullying anymore, thatâs a crime!!Â
Binghe knows he only has so much time before Qingge manages to find them. He needs somewhere he can hide â he races back to his room before he can plan any further. He throws Shen Yuan on the bed, locks the door, and sighs in relief.Â
Shen Yuan is sure heâs gonna die. He has no idea what he ever did to piss Binghe off so bad. Yes, he spilled his coffee, but he got him another one!Â
Binghe takes a seat on the bed as well. He averts his eyes away from him bashfully, but glances back periodically like a maiden trying to play coy. Shen yuan has no idea how to navigate whats happening. He backs up on the bed until he hits the wall and holds up a pillow like a shield, except- thereâs something underneath.Â
Itâs the cucumber patterned gag boxers he got as a joke from airplane. No one in the world would buy them. âIs- is this my underwear?âÂ
Binghe lunges at him to knocks the evidence out of Shen Yuanâs hand, but instead pushes him onto his back and ends up with his hands on either side of Shen Yuanâs head.Â
Shen Yuan is shocked in place. Binghe, on the other hand, is in bullying-cute-boy withdrawl. He sees Shen Yuan's beautiful face flustered by their position, on Binghe's bed, and POUNCES.
Now that Shen Yuan finally understands his feelings, Binghe has permission to torment him! And he does. For hours, with various tools and against every surface.Â
#i want to bully shen yuan so fucking bad#not a fic or a shortly summarized idea but a third more sinister thing#svsss#shen yuan#bingyuan#luo binghe#bingqiu#binggeyuan#modern au#allpiesforourown
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I've seen a lot of people who write Muichiro as someone who sort of forgets he's not dating you in the crush stage, but my take is that Muichiro actually forgets he's dating you and thinks he's in his crush era.
đ¸He'll approach you suddenly, a couple times a month, with a serious expression and red cheeks, to confess his not-so-secret crush on you from since the day you both met, having forgotten he had already done so and you both were already together
đ¸You usually just go along with it until he gets to the "I hope you feel the same but I'll understand if you don't" part; then you break it to him with a shy laugh that he had already confessed and you both were going out
đ¸It's not tiring at all to keep repeating the same scenario, not at all! Muichiro is so cute when he does it, unconsciously pulling an innocent puppy expression and staring at you hopefully. And when he remembers you both are a couple he'll immediately light up ever so excitedly, attack you in a hug, press his forehead against you and apologize in a flurry of "Sorry" and compliments
("How did I manage to pull someone like you?" He wonders out loud. You laugh - he's too cute for his own good.)
đ¸Not only that it's honestly become a guessing game with you to see what method Muichiro would confess to you again this time. You both have approximately cycled through confession by love letter, gifts (he might've stolen it forgetting it belonged to someone else, but it's the thought that counts, right?), cloud-gazing date, outright declaration, jealous blurt...yeah, you've gone through every single trope there was possible
đ¸Your favorite one was when he threw an airplane across the room to you and when you unfolded it he wrote a little sweet confession. You still have it, along with the rest he started throwing to you to 1. get your attention 2. annoy you 3. ask you to join him for training or cloud-gazing
đ¸ You've told him multiple times it's okay if he wants to stare at you anytime he likes after catching him doing it one day, like he did when he was in his crush phase, but he forgot and acts like he just got caught performing the most atrocious crime on earth: looks away immediately and vehemently denies it
đ¸Everyone around you guys thinks it's super funny and adorable how Muichiro would start talking about you and abruptly end it with something like "Is this what people mean by having a crush?" or "I would really like to be her boyfriend someday if I manage to confess and she accepts." As said above he gets really puppy-dog excited when he's told "Aren't you guys dating already?"
("We are?" Muichiro frowned. "I don't remember..." His eyes widen. "So that's who left me that daikon today..." Then he runs off forgetting he's in the middle of conversation to go find you.)
đ¸Sometimes it's a little awkward when it comes to dates though. Say there's a festival happening in a nearby town or White Day and you've been planning to spend the day having fun with him - Muichiro's going to forget you're both together and be too shy to ask you out despite that's all he's thinking about. Then you have to remind him, or someone else triggers it.
("I'm so sorry I didn't ask you!" Muichiro pushed a small box of chocolates towards you. "I got you this as an apology if it makes up for it? We'll do anything you want for tonight if you want?)
đ¸It's always funny when Muichiro gets sulky or starts moping around when he hears about your boyfriend and how you're gushing over him because he forgot it was him. You like to tease him about it by listing out all the qualities you like about him and the usual praise until Muichiro asks who it is, his jealousy quite obvious.
("You, dummy!"
Muichiro blinked, then groaned, grabbing onto your side and looking up at you pathetically. "Don't play with me like that!")
đ¸Of course it's not all fun and games. If this is before he met Tanjiro and regained his memories he can be pretty cold to you when he doesn't remember about your relationship, leading to a lot of things you both have to talk through after a fight.
đ¸Worse case scenario is that he still remembers you as a crush, but decides that instead of confessing like before he ought to push you away before you became a weakness, a distraction...someone he'd lose.
đ¸After he gets back his memories and becomes more like his old self however, he doesn't forget your relationship anymore, meaning to make up for all the times he did. In fact he flexes it, wanting to tell everyone about the both of you all the time to the point your default face is now "extremely flustered".
đ¸Especially when he's jealous, actually.
("I heard that (y/n) has a crush though, do you really think you still stand a chance?"
Muichiro whipped his head around at the sound of the two slayers gossiping in the corner during a break from his training. A slight crease forms between his eyebrows and he decides to go a little harder on them later.
"Nah, it's fine! I'm a hundred per cent confident she'll say yes as long as she isn't dating anyone!"
"But I heard she is," a third slayer joined in, leaning closer conspiratorially. "A Hashira, actually."
The guy in question bursts out laughing. Scumbag. "As if! Don't be so stupid. She's already lucky she could get MY attention."
"Who would want a stupid mizunoto like you?" Muichiro smacked the slayer with the flat of his blade expressionlessly. The other two yelped and scrambled back. "For your information (y/n) got my attention - and now you have mine: go run ten laps around the Estate and if I hear you defile her name again I'll make it a hundred."
He blew a raspberry at the poor wretch as he ran past.)
#Sunny's works#had this thought in my head for a while now#muichiro x reader#muichiro tokito x reader#muichiro x y/n#muichiro tokito x y/n#muichiro x you#kny x reader#muichiro tokito x you
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For some reason, Steve and Eddie do not know how to greet each other. Maybe it's because their friendship is somewhat new, and they both don't know how to outright say, "How the hell am I supposed to say hello?"
So, it just kind of becomes a thing between the two of them to almost rapid-fire greetings until they land on a mutual one. And usually... it takes them a while.
This time is no exception.
Eddie sees Steve and lets his heart do a little flip that he knows isn't just nerves from their little greeting thing, but eventually, he'll learn how to push those feelings down. He just can't help it when Steve always looks like a- like.... okay, he's hot, and Eddie's brain goes to mush whenever he's around him.
Speaking of being around him...
"Hey!" Eddie says throwing his arms out wide for a hug while the kids walk around them.
Steve counters him by thrusting his hand forward going for a handshake while saying, "Hey, man!"
They both laugh at their awkward greeting and move on to the next one. For some reason, Eddie goes for a bow, and Steve does Eddie's signature devil horns while sticking his tongue out which really should not be so damn attractive.
Then, Eddie stands up straight and goes for a high five while Steve goes for a fist bump. "Almost had it," Steve says with a wide smile.
"We'll get it on this next one," Eddie states. Then, he moves his elbow forward as Steve does his little finger wave.
"I definitely should've seen that coming. That's on me," Steve says running a hand through his hair.
"No worries, man. But I won't lie, I'm starting to run out of greetings, and they're about to turn weird," Eddie admits, but this is usually the fun of this game. Somehow they always get to some mutually weird greeting that no human would actually ever do.
So, Eddie prepares himself when Steve gets a rare mischievous look in his eye and asks, "Ready?"
Eddie nods then jumps into the air as Steve raises his foot up, luckily not kicking him but getting fairly close.
"Were you trying to kick me?" Eddie asks with a laugh.
"Was going for a footfive," Steve replies with a smile.
That smile is going to be the death of Eddie one of these days. And for some reason, with that thought on his mind, Eddie suddenly remembers that sometimes people kiss each other on the cheeks as a greeting, and wouldn't that be funny?
"Ready?" Eddie asks, excited for his plan.
"Ready," Steve replies.
Unexpectedly, Steve steps forward as Eddie does the same. But Eddie doesn't chicken out of his plan. So, he quickly leans forward, but Steve must entirely misread him because suddenly he is kissing Eddie. Like... full-on kissing him. On the lips. With his hands gently cupping his face.
When he pulls away, Eddie is still a bit in shock, but Steve just raises his hand in a high five and excitedly yells, "We found a greeting!" Like they usually do as if he did not just kiss him.
So, Eddie does the only thing he can think of and celebrates with him as if nothing life-changing just happened.
When Steve walks away, Eddie can't help but get stuck on the fact that they're going to have to go through the same process when saying goodbye again. Is he allowed to test his luck?
He glances around and realizes that no one else witnessed their little moment, having gotten used to their antics long ago. But maybe when everyone is leaving and they're around the two, Eddie won't be so lucky. If anything, he can say he was going for a cheek kiss.
So, the night goes on, and Eddie tries as hard as he can to forget the kiss.
It does not work at all.
And before he knows it, people are starting to leave, and Steve is even looking at him expectantly. So, Eddie walks up to him and says, "Bye, man." And before he can even think of a way to say goodbye to cover how much he wants to kiss Steve again, Steve is already leaning in.
This time, Eddie easily meets him in the middle to properly kiss him which gives him butterflies in his stomach until he hears Dustin say, "What the fuck?"
Steve and Eddie jump apart breaking the kiss, but Steve quickly defends them. "We found our new greeting!"
Eddie thinks he might die on the spot. This is going to be a recurring thing? Jesus H. Christ. Steve is going to be the death of him.
"Good for you?" Max says as she walks out the door clearly weirded out but Eddie thinks she could care less.
Everyone else kind of dismisses it as well, but Dustin just stands there flabbergasted.
Steve takes a small step forward with his hands on his hips and his eyebrows raised. âYou got a problem, Henderson?â Steve asks, more fearful than accusatory.
âNo!â Dustin squeals then calmly continues, âNo. itâs just IâŚâ he trails off and looks between the two before shaking his head. âI donât want to see any tongue,â he states.
âGross, I would never in front of you kids!â Steve says shoving him out the door while ruffling his hair.
âNo promises!â Eddie shouts after him, but then it hits him that Steve just said he would make out with him with the kids not around⌠and right now the kids are all gone.
Oh shit.
The door closes behind Dustin, and Eddie knows that he needs to leave the Harrington house. Especially because heâs the kidsâ ride home.
He ducks his head, letting some strands fall in front of his face, and says, "Goodbye, Steve." He takes a few steps toward the door but is stopped by Steve's hand on his shoulder.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?" Eddie asks, sounding a little too hopeful.
Steve just steps in front of him and cups his face. "This okay?"
Eddie melts into the touch and grabs Steve's hips. "More than okay."
He's not sure who moves first, but Steve is pinned against the door, and Eddie fulfills his secret wishes of taking Steve apart as he learns that Steve wasn't lying when he said no tongue only in front of the kids.
There's a loud knock on the door, and Dustin is suddenly yelling, "Hurry up in there! Some of us have a curfew!"
So, Steve and Eddie reluctantly pull apart, but Eddie can't help but kiss him one more time and wish him a good night.
In the car, the kids grill Eddie to answer when the hell they started dating, but Eddie assures them that they're not. Then, they all take bets on how long it will be, and Eddie chimes in that he's pretty sure he's not supposed to hear their bets.
(Secretly, he wants to make El's bet of two weeks come true.)
Eddie knows it's just a fluke though. Steve is probably just kissed starved after his series of failed dates, and Eddie is just an outlet.
It's pretty depressing when it's put like that but... Eddie is willing to take anything from Steve.
So, he can't be too upset when Steve kisses him the next time he sees him. And the time after that... And the time after that...
But, then it shifts to whenever Steve sees Eddie after he goes in another room, the bathroom, hell, sometimes Steve just says he hasn't looked in his direction in a while and misses him before he swoops in to kiss him.
It shifts even further when Steve starts purposely making excuses to get Eddie alone only to make out with him. They're not even good excuses. He once asks, "Eddie, can you come in here to observe the color of the inside of this door?"
But every time Eddie thinks maybe this is not good for my heart, Steve looks at him sweetly and says, "Hi," before leaning in to kiss him again.
And maybe it would be easier to distinguish whatever the hell this whole greeting thing is if only Steve wasn't acting all lovey-dovey outside of it. He starts insisting on sitting next to Eddie and slinging his arm around his shoulders. He even starts whispering flirty stuff in his ear that makes Eddie turn bright red - he didn't know someone could do that to him.
And the kids are getting worse in the van, insisting that they each have their bet in the bag with it being any day now.
And Eddie knows they're all wrong.
Steve has just hit a rough patch and he's content with using Eddie until the next girl comes along.
Once again⌠that sounds really bad. But it has to be the only way that Eddie deserves this.
But maybe he should end it before things go too far.
With that in mind, Eddie goes to Steveâs house unprompted and without anyone else for once. He needs to make it clear that a new greeting is needed.
He gets there quickly and rushes to the front door before he can change his mind. He can do this. He can set a boundary.
But then Steve opens the door and his whole face lights up when he sees Eddie. âFinally. I was wondering when it would just be you, but I didnât want to push it.â
Instead of dodging the kiss once heâs through the doorway, Eddie completely gives in to the way Steve desperately throws himself at him practically devouring him. And Eddie is a very weak man.
Every kiss breaks his will and he begins to wonder why he should say anything and instead just accept anything he can.
Then, Steve starts kissing his jaw and down his neck and Eddie freezes up. Whatever comes next, he definitely does not want it to mean nothing.
Luckily, Steve notices and pulls back. âYou okay?â He asks looking him in the eye.
Eddie shakes his head. Heâs not. God, he really likes him. But he canât go any further or this will tear him apart.
âHey,â Steve says gently. âTalk to me. Whatâs wrong?â
Eddie thuds his head against the door and feels so dumb when his eyes start to burn and his bottom lip starts to tremble. âPlease donât hate me when I tell you this.â
âI could never hate you, Eddie.â
Eddie laughs humorlessly. Heâs going to flip out when he finds out. âI like you, Steve. As in, I have feelings for you.â
Steve waits a moment, brows furrowed, and Eddie is sure heâs going to kick him out. Instead, he asks, âButâŚ?â
Why is he prompting him? âNo but. Thatâs it,â Eddie states. Maybe Steve just heard him wrong?
âOkay?â Steve says as if it was the most obvious confession in the world. âAnd why would I hate you when you told me that?â
Eddieâs eyes widen. Does he not get it? âBecause I like you! Like⌠romantically! And I canât have you kissing me since it means nothing to you and everything to me!â His heart pounds in his chest as Steve takes in what heâs saying.
âHoly shit,â Steve says having the realization.
âYeah, holy shit.â Eddie thuds his head back against the door again. Hopefully heâll let him down easy.
âNo, I mean holy shit holy shit,â Steve crowds into his space and cups Eddieâs face. âDid you not think I had feelings for you too? Hell, I thought we were like⌠dating by now.â Steve pulls away and runs a hand through his hair anxiously. âHoly shit,â he mutters in disbelief.
Eddie just stares. âYou thought we were dating? Like⌠you have feelings for me?â
âI thought I made them clear after the second time I kissed you! Why would I make out with you if we were just friends?â
âI donât know!â Eddie yells back and runs his hands over his face. He laughs. âOh god, none of the kids will win the bet because we have no idea when we started dating.â
âThereâs a bet going on?â Steve asks with a small smile. âWhat did El say?â
âThatâs who I was hoping for! She said we would be dating two weeks from⌠Oh, that was two weeks ago exactly,â Eddie realizes with a big smile. Maybe she won fair and square after all.
âWant to make it official then since I somehow forgot to?â Steve asks with a big smile.
Eddie pretends to actually think about his answer before considering, âMaybe I should review all the bets first.â
âEddie,â Steve says exasperated.
âIâm joking. I will be glad to be your boyfriend⌠if it means El wins the bet.â
âEddie.â
Eddie canât help but laugh at Steveâs irritation. He leans forward and easily kisses him. âYouâre going to get tired of me so fast, boyfriend,â Eddie canât help but tack on at the end.
âIâd like to see you try, boyfriend,â Steve replies before kissing him again.
From then on, their greetings only slightly change. In addition to the kiss, they always say some form of, âHi, boyfriend.â The kids quickly get tired of it, but Steve and Eddie never do.
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie ficlet#stranger things#I know I made errors because Iâm half asleep rn#hope you enjoy :)
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